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,

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

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

"Thank you."

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

the smile on my face froze as I took in the long-legged girl seated on the only couch

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

around the room. Oh no.

"Um, who are you?"

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 unbuttoned. She arched her brows, "Tabitha, and you are?" "Dennis' wife," I said slowly, unable to stop staring at

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

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

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

rushed past me and scampered

the doorway for

turned around headed for the plush couch she had been

seat. "For all I know, this one might have come to steal," I continued as my gaze quickly scanned the room as if I would be

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

into the chair with a sigh,my eyes closed and lips curved in a smile, I giggled. "I bet she

as I remembered the manager's words. "Didn't he say he'd be with

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

anxiety. Dennis loves me and he'd definitely not

of just staring at