Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

ANASTASIA

"Or would you rather wait in his office?" He glanced around the place and flashed me an apologetic smile. "I don't think the boss would appreciate it if I let you wait here."

I smiled. "Anywhere is fine, really. I just want to wait till he returns."

"Then you should wait in his office," he deadpanned. "Please, you're the boss' wife."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. Then I turned to my left. It's this way, right?" I pointed to the furnished stairway.

He nodded. "Yes, let me escort you."

"Okay." I stepped aside so he could lead the way.

I didn't like all the formality and deference. It made me feel really out of place than I already was. If I knew my way, I would have preferred if he didn't 'escort' me.

I admired the design of the hallway as we passed through it. It all screamed Dennis. Dark and intricate.

My attention returned to the manager when he suddenly stopped walking and stopped before a dark aok door.

"Here we are," he said in a cheery tone as he began to wrap his fingers around the doorknob.

"Oh no, there's no need for that." I stopped him and quickly took hold of the door knob.

Almost bowing to me and escorting me was enough. There was no way I'd let him open doors for me.

he glanced up

I know. You've received me so well, manager. I appreciate it. You can go back to your work. I'll be fine

me into the room and pull out the chair I'd sit on for me but he seemed to decide against it as he inclined his head and muttered 'Okay.' Then he added, "You won't have to wait for long. The boss will be here

"Thank you."

good employee he was, as I turned down the

the smile on my face froze as I took in the long-legged

gaze fixed on me as she uncrossed her legs and

Oh no. Am I in the wrong

"Um, who are you?"

folded her arms across her chest and the action caused her boobs to spill up the top of her shirt that was unbuttoned. She arched her brows, "Tabitha, and you are?" "Dennis' wife," I said slowly, unable to stop staring at her tiny

office, who dresses to

hands fell to her sides and they began to pull down her skirt as though they were stretchy

curled in a shaky smile. "Umm... good day, ma'am. I'm the head bartender. I'm sorry, I was just here to drop

rushed past me and scampered

the doorway

turned around headed

into the seat. "For all I know, this one might have come to steal," I

she took nothing. There was nothing in her hands and

sigh,my eyes closed and lips curved in a smile,

felt like hours since I'd been waiting. I let out a huff as I remembered the manager's words. "Didn't he say he'd be

eventually come home and I was sure we'd definitely

just anxiety. Dennis loves me and he'd definitely

of just staring