The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 88

Marissa could make Paisley believe that she and Dominick had sealed the deal. And with him drunk like this, maybe fantasy could become a reality.

The wheels were turning in Marissa's head. But Dominick cut her plans short before they could take root. "You should go," he said bluntly. "It's not appropriate for you to stay."

Marissa knew better than to push it. Trying to stick around would only make him resent her, and that was the last thing she wanted.

"Of course," Marissa said sweetly. "I'll head out. Get some rest, Dom. Call me if you need anything, okay?"

Dominick just massaged his temples, the room spinning. All he wanted was to crash and sleep this off. "Sure," he mumbled.

Marissa slipped out of the bedroom, closing the door with a gentle click. But she couldn't bring herself to leave just yet. Instead, she paced the living room, her mind racing with possibilities.

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unfazed by

beloved Teddy was hurt,

her arms when she

with Dominick last night-which could only mean one thing-she'd spent the night

her lower back. The dark circles under her eyes were hard

she flashed an easy smile. "Morning, Ms.

holding Serena close as she waited

didn't bother with the cold shoulder. Instead, she sauntered over to where Paisley stood. Between her unsteady legs and

could tell Marissa's discomfort wasn't entirely an act, but she was definitely playing it up for effect. "Dom was crazy last night," Marissa said, her voice dripping honey. "I barely got any sleep. My whole body aches, and just look at these bags under my

bad for her-Paisley wasn't some guy who'd fall

a hint of warning. "Ms. Prescott, do you really think it's appropriate to

to understand, the

of this woman,' she thought,