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.

up at me.

appreciate it. You can go back

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

"Thank you."

he was, as I turned down the knob and pushed the

I took in the long-legged girl seated on the only couch in the room. She had on the shortest skirt I'd ever

fixed on me as she uncrossed her legs and slowly got on

briefly glanced around the room. Oh no. Am I

"Um, who are you?"

from head to toe and back before she answered my question. She folded her arms across her chest and the action caused her boobs to spill up the top of her shirt that was

wasn't Dennis' office, who dresses to work like

to her sides and they began to pull down her

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

she had rushed past me and scampered out of the

stared at the doorway for

and turned around headed for the plush couch she had been sitting

I muttered to myself as I lowered myself into the seat. "For all I know, this one might have come to steal," I continued as my gaze quickly scanned the room as

I was sure she took nothing. There was nothing in her hands and her outfit was to small to hide

lips curved in a smile, I giggled. "I bet she came in to enjoy the wonderful

I let out a huff as I remembered the manager's words. "Didn't he say

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

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

staring