The Daring Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 144

Dominic

Even though Carmella's caught on to my act, I keep up the act and shrug. "What do you mean you're not stupid?"

She gets off of me with a frustrated grunt and sits beside me while pushing her well styled hair back.

"You seriously don't love me anymore."

"I didn't say that." I sigh.

She sneers. "You didn't have to say it because it's not like it was before. I know it's because of that fucking bitch!"

"Hey, don't you dare bring Vanessa into this." I raise my finger at her. "Whatever it is you're thinking, you better forget about it."

She bursts into laughter, then suddenly straddles me and wraps her arms around my neck. "Why would I go after that bitch when I can still have you all to myself? So what if you're not into me as much as you were before? Fuck it because you're still mine. And the day you decide that you no longer want it to be the case, that's when I'll take action."

Irritated, I hold onto her thighs, about to push her off. "Are you threatening me right now?"

She chuckles. "Of course not. I'm just reminding you. Now, where were we?"

She gently rubs my cock through the fabric again as she attempts to kiss me but I'm so frustrated that I look to the side.

"Not now." I pull her arms away from my neck.

"What the fuck is this, babe? You know what? That's it!" She stands right in front of me, poking out her hip with narrow eyes as she glares at me. "Apart from all the conditions that I mentioned so I don't open my mouth, I have one more condition for you. You better start acting like the man you've always been to me otherwise I'm going to fucking expose us!"

Not only doesn't it sound like she means it, I can also tell from her body language and right now, all I want to do is tell her how much I can't stand the sight of her, but I choose not to do it.

Despite her demands for me to touch her, I get up to head upstairs, but she grabs onto my wrist.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

I clench my jaw so I don't lash out. "I'm going to the bedroom."

ever spent on me. Don't you see that all I want is you? And I don't just mean you fucking me. I want the man who's always wanted me. Now, how about you start acting like

"Enough!"

voice and drops her hand, but soon shakes her head and walks past

to fucking regret

as soon as I get to the bedroom, she's already on her computer, typing an email to the gossip site and I panic, but I'm more fed up with having

"Watch me."

at the same time, I refuse to bend to her desires, so even though I'm bluffing, I decide

sides of the chair, I lean forward as I say, "Do it and I walk

stops and a few seconds later, clicks off the tab,

I thought."

chair and straighten up, I

send them to Vanessa when you promised to stay away from her? What you and I have going on has nothing to

head in my direction before rising from her

her and tower over her. "The last thing I want is for Vanessa to be under any type of stress now that she's pregnant, so stay the fuck away from her." "Isn't it crazy how the tables have

that the last time you ever call her word that. Just stay away

eyebrows as she places a hand on her chest in shock. "Did

are you

always been your fucking wife and now she's just your

realizing I actually said that. Then, I firmly nod

and I can't tell if she's

even run down her cheeks,

your mouth

what?" Her voice trembles as tears

woman, so because I don't Carmella's, I

evening. I was just about to call you," I say to him

it," he says from the other end of the line. "Vanessa tells me you're coming

need to be close to her. Actually..." I trail off and get lost in thought, then say, "I

go in a few days, but it will be in two weeks. There's just one more business

again. He's doing all this for her when he leaves it all behind but at the same time, it's just so he can get his mind off of what's coming and I still wish

I come out of the bathroom and Carmella's in tears, her mascara smeared under her

get no fucking

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