The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

hapter 69

Dominic

After Vanessa’s question, I instantly feel stupid for asking such a thing, so I look to the side and clear my throat. “If you don’t want to tell me, just go.”

She sighs, coming back to me and sitting down on the couch across from me. She places her handbag on the other seat, leans back, then crosses her legs as she touches the sides of her neck for a few seconds with her eyes shut. I don’t know why she’s doing it, but it reminds me of yesterday and everything that happened while we stood in front of that mirror, including her ass coming in contact with my crotch.

It’s only when she begins to speak that I snap out of it

“I’m going to meet Patrick. He was my boyfriend in high school I only recently reconnected with him.”

“Are you two a thing again?” I hold my breath and I don’t even know why.

“Why would you ask me that?” She raises her eyebrows.

I clear my throat. “Just answer the question.”

She sighs. “No, we’re not

She then tells me all about him and how she plans to help him through my father–in–law,

“I see. Are you still in love with him?”

“What’s wrong with you?” She narrows her eyes as she glances at me, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward.

“Don’t look so surprised that I’m asking you such questions. I need to know That way, we’re on the same page with how to hide this from everyone around us.” Even as I say this to her, I don’t believe it myself.

“No, I’m not in love with him. My feelings have….changed.” Just for a second, she looks at me and I spot the same intense look from yesterday.

what it actually means, she

admit it, but the fact that she’s not in love with him makes me

together, you better tell me so we don’t fuck things

She reaches for her handbag as she rises to her feet, facing the other direction. “I’m leaving now.”

‘Cool.”

keep my eyes only on the

myself to stop doing this, but I can’t seem to give it a rest

as she closes the door, I drop my phone and ruffle my hair, wondering if I’m acting this way

how she showed up here yesterday, I still don’t want to talk to her. What’s there to say? It’s over between us. It’ll take some time for me to get used to it, but I’m not changing my mind. I’ve experienced just how manipulative

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wants, will she do something like that again? Even if she does, she won’t get too close. I never aght a day would come when I’d have

suddenly

essa

Patrick suggests we have lunch together and it’s his treat.

choice, he pulls out a chair for me and says, “Even through the glass, your

bodyguards standing outside, thinking about how they’d be even more d I not specified how many I wanted with me.

him. Just pretend they’re not

right there, keeping

that I’m right where they

already sounds like you have to be protected at all times and considering the fact that

that.” I chuckle dismissively. “It’s my decision to just have them with me. I don’t always do this,

me?”

all. It’s just something else. I chuckle, but it soon fades as 1 think about Carmella. I’m not afraid of her, but I

I brought you to a simple restaurant when you’re used to

most-

apologize. I don’t mind at all I give him

really wanted to show you how grateful I am.” His face brightens