The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

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Just to see Carmella’s reaction, I try something again,

“I’ll text you after I’m home with Vanessa.” I say to her, firmly gripping the top part of the car door to keep myself steady.

“Okay.” Once again, she doesn’t look up from her phone and it upsets me a little.

Not letting it slide this time, I step away from the car and stagger toward her, swaying a little.

“If you don’t stop looking at that phone, I’ll fucking break it.” My tone is laced with irritation. “What’s got you so glued to your phone that you’re not even paying attention?”

She finally looks in my direction with a bitter chuckle, but takes a few steps back.

“Am I supposed to watch you take care of your fucking wife?”

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about is there something I don’t know?”

“Why would you ask me that?”

Her ea

and tone soften a little as she shoves her phone in her handbag

Stopping just a few feet away from her, I cross my arms and say, “It feels like there’s something you’re not telling me.”

“W–what? You think I’m hiding things from you?”

“That’s what it looks like to me. What’s got you looking so troubled?”

“Babe, everything’s fine.” She clears her throat and instantly faces the other direction without further explaining herself. “I’m going back. inside to have a good time.”

“No, we’re not done here.”

“I love you,” she whispers as she bites her lip, then heads back inside.

I still need an explanation regarding this sudden change in hér attitude. Though she’s acting strange, this works in my favor at the moment.

The ride home isn’t as smooth as I expect. Vanessa can’t seem to stay on her side of the seat. Each time the car takes a turn, she ends up falling in my direction and resting her head right on my shoulder. It doesn’t matter how many times I reposition her head so she can sit up. She still comes back to me anyway

With all my efforts in vain, I give up and just let her be. She rests her head on my shoulder and I look down at her face, only for my eyes to drop to her collarbone and thigh slit.

It takes me a few seconds to stop looking but even after I do, it’s all on my mind.

The whiskey now starts strongl

give in until she’s

we get home, I carry her bridal style into the house and I stagger a bit more, but i tell myself

bodyguards attempt to help, but no, I’ll do this on my own. I even take the purse with me so I leave nothing behind.

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elevator, I try so hard not to look down at her exposed thigh, so I face forward, but that’s not enough to keep me focused. She breathes onto my neck and moans softly in her

out of the elevator, I make my way through the passage until I get to her bedroom. I struggle to open the door since she’s in my arms. so I put her down

her waist while I hold onto her purse, she moans sensually and that reminds me just how sensitive she is around that zone. I try so hard not to

I scoop her up and head inside, keeping my eyes only on the bed and

get to the edge of the bed, I drop her

whines, holding onto my arms with her

I say to her, my face so close to hers that I feel her warm breath with the scent of

should I thank you? I didn’t ask you to do anything for me.”

you asked me to bring you home.” I place her purse beside her.

stare at her as I find

bed so I can just sleep. I feel my focus

back, she’s unable to sit upright

gets for not listening to me. I remember how she told me to mind my own business as she poured herself more

eyes travel up her exposed thigh and I hate to admit it, but there’s a stir in my

then hold onto her lower legs and bring her

to com

far, everything seems fine, but I know there’s something I need to keep ready. I call for the butler and he brings a bucket, then leaves.

floor that’s right near the edge of the bed, certain of what is to come. It

and the way she’s sleeping on her side only accentuates her hips and ass. Shit, I ruffle my hair, telling myself that she’s just my wife on paper and I’m not

but it’s best to cover her up, so I get closer to the bed but before I can

need…” She trails off.

to her lips. I press hard against the mattress so I don’t fall on top of

“I need…a shower”

thinking about that right now. Why not just go to bed since she’s

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need to shower, I realize that she really needs it. Standing on the edge

will attend to her, so I give one of them a call, my phone almost slipping from my hand since I

eyes, thinking about how Carmella didn’t seem all that affected by my decision to leave the party only because of Vanessa. If there’s something that troubles her

can come up to Vanessa’s bedroom, she begins moving around on the bed and repeatedly grunts. Based on her posture, I know she’s

her closer to the edge of the bed and

step back, I