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.

*****

woke up early, unfazed by last night's

all worked up. The moment she heard her beloved Teddy was hurt, she couldn't sit still, insisting on checking on him

arms when she spotted

the same outfit from when she'd rushed off with Dominick last night-which could only mean one thing-she'd spent the

her lower back. The dark circles under her eyes were hard to miss. Clearly, she hadn't gotten much

she flashed an easy smile. "Morning,

Serena close as she waited for the

Between her unsteady legs and the way she kept rubbing her back,

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

wasn't some guy who'd fall

with a hint of warning. "Ms. Prescott, do you really

too young to understand,

shooting daggers at Marissa. 'The nerve of this woman,'