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.

*****

up early, unfazed by

Serena who was all worked up. The moment she heard her beloved Teddy was

in her arms when she spotted Marissa coming out from room 3302

was still wearing the same outfit from when she'd rushed off with Dominick last

moved stiffly, one hand pressed against her lower back. The dark circles under her eyes were hard to miss. Clearly, she

spotted Paisley, she flashed an easy

close as she waited for the

she sauntered over to where Paisley stood. Between her unsteady legs and the way she kept

last night," Marissa said, her voice dripping honey. "I barely got any sleep. My whole body aches, and just

some guy who'd fall

of warning. "Ms. Prescott, do you really think it's appropriate to say things like that in front of a

too young to understand,

stood to the side, shooting daggers at Marissa. 'The nerve of this woman,' she thought, 'starting drama first thing