The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic

I'm still in a difficult place when it comes to my relationship with Carmella and I've been doing my best to stay away. I would've never thought that I'd be back here at her apartment so I can speak to her face to face but right now, nothing matters more than finding out the truth about how Shane knows about us.

As I ring the doorbell, I clench my fists, telling myself to get out of here as soon as I get my answers since I have nothing more to do. I could easily just walk in, but I don't even want to do that. I'm not in her life anymore, so why should I bother acting like I'm home?

I ring the doorbell a few more times, but she still doesn't respond.

Just as I'm about to call her to find out if she's really home, the door knob finally twists from inside and I look up as soon as she opens the door.

I scan her from head to toe and she's in a sexy green lingerie dress, the lace around her bust area teasing the curves of her perky breasts and nipples. I can even see the outline of her white panties underneath. One of her straps is even dropped to the side on purpose and she has her hair in a messy bun.

"Babe, you didn't have to ring the doorbell. You know you could've just walked in. You're always welcome here."

Her voice is a little seductive. I know what this is but if I'm being honest, I don't even have the desire right now for anything. She might look seductive right now, but I'm not even seduced by her. I just want to get this out of the way and apart from that, sex is the last thing on my mind considering how many times I fucked Vanessa last night.

This would even be the perfect opportunity for me to forget about losing control but right now, I'd rather fuck Vanessa several times than fuck Carmella once. That's how much I don't want to be here. Keeping my gaze on her face, I say, "I'll get straight to the point."

"No. Come in." She bites her lip.

"There's no need. We can talk out here."

"Come on, babe. There's no need to be so hostile with me. Don't you want some water or anything to drink?"

"No. Why do you think I'm telling you that I'm okay right here?"

She chuckles. "Are you scared or something?"

"What would I be scared of?"

"I don't know." She looks at herself, subtly trailing her hand on her collarbone. "If you're not scared of anything then come inside."

I shake my head, then walk past her just to prove to her how this has no effect on me right now.

As soon as she closes the door behind her, I shut my eyes at the feeling of her hands wrapped around me from the back. She gently trails them down my chest and I furrow my eyebrows in frustration, pushing her hands away.

"What the hell are you doing?"

I turn around to face her and she giggles, flirtatiously biting her lips as she comes closer again. She places her hand on the top button so she can loosen it and at the same time, starts kissing my neck. "Carmella, stop."

My words seem to have no effect as she unbuttons a few more of them and I can't take it anymore, so I hold onto her wrists and push her away.

"Can you just fucking stop?" I yell.

The tone of my voice and the force of pushing her away almost makes her fall to the floor, but she maintains her balance by placing her hands on the table behind her.

"Did you just push me away?" She sneers.

"This isn't what I came here for."

"Since when do you resist me? Is this all because you've been fucking that bitch?"

"I don't have time for this right now so I'll get to the point. What did you tell Shane?"

"What are you talking about?" She narrows her eyes.

"I was with him not too long ago and he knows about our secret relationship and the truth about Vanessa and I."

Her eyes widen. "What? How did that happen?"

"That's what I want to find out. You're the only one who knows."

"You think I told him?"

"Who else would do it?"

"Don't forget that the bitch." She rolls her eyes.

"What reason would Vanessa have to tell him the truth when she's already benefiting from this as well? I don't see her saying anything about this. However, you do, especially now that you can't have things go your way."

"So now I'm the bad guy?" She points at herself.

"Don't even play victim right now. I just need you to tell me the truth. Did you at any point tell Shane anything? Maybe you did and you don't remember."

"No, I've never even spoken to him."

"Then how does he know?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know that?"

"This is completely fucked up. He's going to the press with this if I don't start paying him."

"So what will you do?"

With a heavy sigh, I pace. "Right now, I don't know, but I'm going to get to the bottom of this even if it's the last thing I do."

"You know what? I think you're very

stressed right now." She comes closer. mean just look at you. Your hair's a mess and you can't seem to your facial muscles. I think what you need is a break."

"That's the last thing I need right now."

With Carmella not being able to help me, I turn to face the door so I can leave, but I stop in my tracks when I realize something.

"Last time when we met, after you pulled that stupid move to see me at the hospital, you didn't want to leave no matter what but suddenly, you just did. What happened to you?"

She clears her throat and looks away. "I just had something to take care of."

"Don't give me that bullshit. You obviously saw something then left. What was it?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Which means you really did see something."

"It doesn't matter. This isn't even about me right now." She circles around me then stops right in front of me. "I don't want this to get out to the press. You know how much I care about you."

"Don't start," I warn her.

With nothing more to say to her, I walk past her so I can leave, but she holds onto my wrist.

"Babe, please don't go."

"Don't call me that." I pull my wrist away.

"Please look at me."

With a sigh of irritation, I turn to face her and she takes a step back, then starts unzipping her sexy dress.