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.

glanced up at me. "Oh please, let

I appreciate it.

chair I'd sit on for me but he seemed to decide against it

"Thank you."

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

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 the

her gaze fixed on me as she uncrossed her legs

Oh no. Am I in

"Um, who are you?"

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

if this wasn't Dennis' office, who dresses to

they began to pull down her skirt as

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

say anything, she had rushed

at the doorway for

I shook my head and turned around headed for the plush couch she had

I know, this one might have come

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

in a smile, I giggled. "I bet she came in to

been waiting. I let out a huff as I remembered the manager's words.

should have just gone home. Atleast, he'd eventually come home and

was just anxiety. Dennis

of just staring at the