The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic

My heart skips a beat as I quickly place my hands on the sides of Vanessa's face, the light in the corridor making it possible for me to look at her face.

"No fucking way," I firmly say to her. "I need you and you know that."

She chuckles bitterly. "But for how long? Tell me."

I sigh. "You should get on the bed."

"No. I need to know. It might not matter to you, but it does to me, so say it."

No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to give her an answer and it's because I don't know what to say.

At the same time, I can't stand the thought of divorcing her right now. I know she's only saying this because she's hurt and drunk, but I still can't stand it and I wonder if she'll still say the same thing when sober. As soon as I loosen the hold I have on the sides of her face, she falls toward me and presses her face right against my chest.

She says something but because it's all muffled, I look down at her and say, "What was that?"

Once again, she speaks but I can barely make sense of the words coming out of her mouth. It's not just because of the position of her lips on my chest, but also her extremely drunken state.

While still holding her, I once again randomly pat on different parts of the wall, moving to different spots with a firm grip on her waist and the entire time, she just groans in my chest. Whatever she's saying seems to be intense as she keeps hitting my chest with a fist, her hits barely making an impact. I almost can't feel a thing. That's how weak she is right now.

Finally, I find the light switch, making me sigh with relief. The room lights up and I shake my head at how she can't even keep her eyes open.

Now that I can look around, I spot the bed and it's on the other side of the room. Seeing that she won't be able to do this on her own, I scoop her up bridal style and she rests her head on my chest. I keep looking at her thigh slit and her cleavage as I approach the bed. Having her so close doesn't make it any easier not to have certain thoughts.

still checking her out, my eyes travel down her sexy legs and I end up looking at her heels. It's only now that I realize she shouldn't be going to bed with her shoes on and I intend

the edge so she can sit but as soon as I step away, she drops her head on it with a loud thud and that leaves me concerned. I move

be more careful," I

a soft pillow and place her head on

that in mind, I get off the bed and crouch down right in front of her, but that doesn't make it any easier because this sight makes me want to

her legs since

to control myself, I keep my gaze only on her lower

"Bathroom," she says quietly.

won't be able to go there on her own, so I hurry with taking off

to her, pulling her up from the

the bathroom,"

"I know. Let's go."

of her body, but she makes it difficult as she leans on me for support

here," I say to her, still

to keep her head upright.

you so." I

"Get out."

needs, it gets difficult to leave since I'm certain that the moment I let her go,

her closer to the toilet so she can have

stands still, her balance unsteady but supported by

fine and I slowly walk out of the bathroom, waiting for the possibility that she still might

notice that I've heard nothing, so I look back and my heart instantly starts racing as Vanessa pulls her thong down her thighs. I know this is the moment I should leave, but watching her

down her thong. The bulge in my pants only seems to get bigger the longer I think about her like that. I should've been downstairs, drinking with everyone else since I'm far from being during, yet here I am, having