Dominic

"I can't say I agree or disagree with you," I say to Vanessa. "You're the one who knows your father best. Do you really think he's hiding something?"

"Maybe I'm just thinking too much, she says dismissively, shifting in her seat. "It just felt like there's something he wanted to say but chose not to say it." "And what gave you that idea?"

"I know him."

"You know what I think? You're just thinking too much."

"Maybe you're right." She leans back in her seat, relaxing her shoulders.

"Are you absolutely certain that Shane won't try anything stupid?" I ask.

"To be honest, I've been a little worried, but the look on his face was clear enough that he wouldn't say anything that would get him in trouble."

"Good."

As the car falls silent, I find myself thinking about earlier when I arrived with her father and she was so happy that she kissed me. I've kissed her so many times now and it's more than I can count, yet during that single moment, my heart actually skipped a beat in surprise. I know she was acting, but it was just so sudden for me.

"Hey," she says, grabbing my attention again.

"What is it?"

"Tell me about your time spent at the orphanage and hospital."

I smile a little, always glad to know that she's interested to find out about the children even though she was there a few days ago.

As I tell her about my time there and how the children were asking about her, she faces my direction, brightly smiling at me.

The awkwardness between us naturally fades and it's like that moment in the study never even happened, but I'll never forget what it felt like when she rejected me.

Unlike the other time when we just came back from my parents' house after dinner, the car comes to a stop in the yard and we head inside together.

Just as we approach the elevator, she stops and says, "I was actually thinking about something."

"What is it?"

"It's something I want to add for the children at the orphanage in the courtyard but I don't know if you'll agree with it."

"Just tell me."

I get even closer to her, paying attention while she describes her idea to me. Impressed, my lips curve into a smile. "How did I never think of that?"

"Do you like it?" She chuckles, pressing the button to the elevator.

and I'm certain the children will love it, too." I

already imagine their faces and their screams. Hey, you better

take it away from you?" I raise

know you like to show

"You're right about that."

elevator falls silent again, but this time, it actually feels comfortable even though

me once we get to our floor and I follow right behind her, trying not to look down at her voluptuous

I say to her just as she

direction, raising her

he mentioned the call from the accident and that's when I remembered that I was supposed to do something today." Her eyes widen as

about it, what will you

already feeling confident in my plan before I even

me wonder what she thinks of my

ask,

on her stomach, which seems like

perfect. I don't understand why

going

do you have any

"No, I don't."

with this one. After this,

even arrange

myself while my father-in-law

"Wow, that was st."

if not for

to see this. When is

"Tomorrow at 2 p.m."

able to make it. I'll be at the women's conference.

of since I'm very busy all day and you know that we have a celebration with

pouts. "Well, can you at least take a video or something? I still would like to see your

of something." I

door again. I also head to mine, glad that I can have these types of conversations with her without any awkward tension.

I look over

mind." She waves her hand dismissively, quickly stepping inside and closing

as I wonder what she was about to say. With a shrug, I get inside, thinking

smile a

Vanessa

way to the conference with my four bodyguards just in case the

ten minutes to go before I get to the hotel, I call my father and it doesn't take long for him to pick

was certain you would call me soon, the same way you did this

you know what I'm about to ask you."

I've had

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