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.

as he glanced up at me. "Oh please, let

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

on for me but he seemed to

"Thank you."

walk away, wondering what a good employee he was, as I turned down the knob and pushed the

I stepped into the room, the smile on my face froze as I took in the long-legged girl seated on the only couch in the room. She had on

me as she

room. Oh no. Am I in the wrong

"Um, who are you?"

to toe and back before she answered my question. She folded her arms across her chest and the action caused her boobs to spill

this wasn't Dennis' office, who dresses to

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

"Umm...

she had rushed past me and scampered out of

at the doorway for

headed for the plush couch she had been

know, this one might have come to steal," I continued

There was nothing in her hands and her outfit

in a smile, I giggled. "I bet she came in to enjoy the wonderful feel of this

huff as I remembered the manager's

Atleast, he'd eventually come home and I was

and marriage was just anxiety. Dennis loves me and he'd

staring at