The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic

After Carmella pulls the zipper all the way down, she steps forward so she can get closer to me, but I take a step back.

"What are you doing?" I ask, shaking my head at how far she's willing to go just to seduce me.

"I miss you. I miss us. I miss your hands on me and the way you make me feel when you fuck me."

Not wanting to see it, I look to the side but I can still sense her movements and I can tell when she drops her dress to the floor.

"Babe, look at me." Her voice is seductive.

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She chuckles softly, coming even closer and standing right in front of me.

I instantly close my eyes but she places her hand on my cheek and reaches for my other hand, bringing it closer to her and I know she wants me to touch her, but I form a fist just so I don't actually touch her. She breathes a little heavier than before and I hear her moan quietly with longing.

"Please, I miss you. Just touch me and make me yours again."

"No," I firmly say to her, still keeping my eyes shut and fist clenched.

"If you mean that, then say it while looking at me."

With a sigh, I open my eyes, looking right at her naked body. Though I can see her curves, her perky breasts, and her erect nipples, in no way am I aroused by any of it. Is it because what's going on with Shane is stressing me out so much that I can't focus on anything else? Or is it because of Vanessa?

Biting her lip, she guides my fist to her breasts but before it can make contact, I finally pull my hand away from her grip.

"Stop this bullshit and get dressed," I say to her with irritation as I take a step back and pace around the living room.

She twists her face in anger. "Since when do you say no to me, to this body?" She proudly points at herself.

"Not everything is about sex and things are different now. We're not together anymore."

"Is that what this is about? I don't think so. I see exactly what's going on here. This happened because you've been fucking that bitch and now she's taken over you!"

"Don't be ridiculous. How could you think about sex right now when I'm still trying to figure out where Shane got that information?"

"Does that even matter?" She roughly picks up her dress, putting it on while glaring at me. "I can't believe you did this to me."

Her voice trembles and it sounds like she's about the cry, something that already makes me roll my eyes. In only a few seconds, she buries her face in her hands and her shoulders become a little shaky while she cries.

I stand in place, not moved by the state that she's in right now. I don't have time for this. I have so much to figure out.

Taking one last glance at her and her fake tears, I face the other side and make my way to the door but right before I reach for the door knob, she grabs onto my wrist.

"If you walk out of that door after what you've just done to me here, I'll be the one to go to the press and tell them everything that's been going on between us!"

I clench my jaw in anger. "Are you being serious right now? Did you just threaten me?"

"What's the point if you won't forgive me?"

"Do you have to be so shameless?"

"For you, yes. Why can't you see that I love you and I'm ready to do anything just to have you back?"

"Does that include threatening to ruin everything that I'm working hard for?"

"Let's face it. Right now, it's all about you and that bitch. That's the family you're trying to build without me in the picture. Why do you protect her so much by having all those bodyguards around her?"

"It's because of the value she holds right now."

"And I hold no value to you?"

Pulling my wrist away, I bluntly say, "No."

She bursts into tears, covering her face again. "I can't believe you just said that to me."

"Why wouldn't I say that to you after everything you did and who you truly are?"

"Even now, you decide to stand by those little bastards!"

"Don't you dare refer to those precious children like that," I warn her.

"They're little bastards and nothing more than that!"

"You know what? I'm done here." I raise my hands in defeat.

She calms down a little, her gaze softening. "Will you block me again after this?"

As soon as she asks, I take out my phone and block her. "I just did."

"Babe..."

This time, I don't even bother telling her not to call me that.

Finally opening the door, I step outside but she wraps her hands around my wrist again, begging me not to go but I pull away. I just want to get to the bottom of this. With long strides I make my way to my car and she's right beside me, trying to get my attention.

"Babe! Babe! Don't you dare get in your fucking car! Babe!"

Unable to take it anymore, I yell in her face. "Can you just stop being annoying? Can't you see that I'm so stressed right now? Fuck!"

She flinches, taking a few steps back with wide eyes.

I get into my car, slamming the door loudly and fasten my seat belt. This time, I can see her cry for real as she stands by the window, banging on it to get my attention but Shane is my only focus.

I don't have time to comfort her. Why would I?

Without even directly glancing at her, I drive off and only do so through the rearview mirror when I'm at a distance. She kicks the air and pulls her hair while dramatically screaming.

I scoff as I look away, tightening my

grip on the steering wheel. I don't see myself giving Shane that money and I don't want my secret to get out to the press. What do I do now? If Carmella wasn't the one who told him like she claims, who could it be?