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 at me. "Oh

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

looked like he was about to insist on 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 he inclined his head and muttered 'Okay.' Then

"Thank you."

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

long-legged girl seated on the only couch in the room. She had on

her gaze fixed on me as she uncrossed her legs

the room. Oh

"Um, who are you?"

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

office, who dresses to work like

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

the room, her lips curled in a shaky smile. "Umm... good day, ma'am. I'm the head bartender.

rushed past

stared at the doorway for a

head and turned around headed for the plush couch she

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

sure she took nothing. There was nothing in her

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

since I'd been waiting. I let out a huff as I remembered the

come home and I was sure we'd definitely settle our

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

staring at