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.

flustered as he glanced up

wife, I know. You've received me so well, manager. I appreciate it.

opening the door, then he'd escort me into the room and pull out the chair I'd sit on for me but he seemed to decide against it as

"Thank you."

a good employee he was, as I turned down the knob and pushed the

face froze as I took in the long-legged girl seated on the only couch in the room. She had on the shortest

me as she uncrossed her legs

briefly glanced around the room. Oh no. Am I

"Um, who are you?"

caused her boobs to spill up the top of her shirt that was unbuttoned. She arched

Dennis' office, who dresses to

and they began to pull down her skirt as though they were stretchy and would magically

smile. "Umm... good day, ma'am. I'm the head bartender. I'm sorry, I was just

she had rushed past me

at the doorway

headed for the plush couch she had been

myself into the seat. "For all I know, this one might have

took nothing. There was nothing in her hands and her outfit was to small to

lips curved in a smile, I giggled.

huff as I remembered the manager's words.

just gone home. Atleast, he'd eventually come home and I was sure we'd

just anxiety. Dennis loves me and he'd definitely not let this

just staring at the