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.

only now that I realize she shouldn't be going to

get to the bed, placing her right on 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

need to be more careful,"

reach for a soft pillow and place her

again but immediately remind myself of what I'm here for. With that in mind, I get off the bed and

It takes everything in me not to spread her legs since the last thing I'd want to do is fuck her while she's drunk.

only

"Bathroom," she says quietly.

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

I say to her, pulling her up

use the

"I know. Let's go."

her by the waist, I try so hard not to touch her in certain parts of her body, but she makes it difficult as she leans on me for support and drags her feet. Realizing she can't use her feet, I carry her

say to

nods., unable to keep her head upright. "Shit! I think I overdid

you so." I

"Get out."

since I'm

closer to the toilet so she can have something to support

and she stands still, her balance unsteady but supported by the toilet right

she'll be fine and I slowly walk out of the

get out, I 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 do this makes my cock hard as I imagine her bare pussy underneath her dress.

against it as I imagine her slowly sliding 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