The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Vanessa

Calling and talking to everyone over the phone makes me feel so much better and after the final call with Mia, I look down at the screen with a smile but still frown a little because now that it's all done, I can still feel some of that pain. I know it won't just go away in one day.

Just as I tie my hair up, my stomach rumbles and I know that I need to eat something. I might not remember much, but it feels like I drank more than I ate last evening, which wasn't good for me.

Right when I'm about to call the butler and give him a set of instructions, I hear the sound of a car engine outside, making me rush over to my window. I poke my head out while not being seen and it's Dominic's car driving by.

Because I haven't spoken to him since last evening, there are two possibilities right now. Either this is when he's coming back from the club since he spent the night in that room or he forgot an important document so he's come back home to get it.

After the car is out of sight, I bring my head back inside my bedroom, resting my head against the wall with crossed arms. Whatever reason it is that he's come back home, I don't care. Getting back to what I was doing before, I call the butler and a few minutes after I talk to him, I hear quick footsteps in the hallway and there's a knock on my door.

"Who is it?" I ask, certain that it's not the butler.

"It's me." Dominic says from the other side of the door.

Just hearing his voice makes me clench my fist.

Because I'm still hurt, it doesn't take much for me to have a blank expression and so with that, I open the door for him.

The first thing I notice is that he's in a different suit from last night. He actually seems dressed up for the office and that automatically gets rid of the possibility that he came from the club. Though I noticed the paper bag he has with him, I can't stand the sight of him right now and that's why I don't even ask what's inside.

Shooting him a glare, I cross my arms and say, "What is it?"

"Uh...When did you wake up?"

"Some time ago."

"Cool."

He scratches the back of his head and seeing him act a little awkward almost makes me smile a little, but I keep my poker face.

"If that's all, I have some important things to do," I say to him.

He sighs, his voice and expression gentle. "Last evening, you had too much to drink."

"I know. I can feel the effect even now."

"No you don't know how much you drank. You took shots rapidly."

"That's because I was trying to forget about something."

My response instantly makes him look away and he smacks his lips, continuing to speak without looking at my face.

"After you drank too much, I had to take you up to the room Mike prepared for us in the club."

"Then why did I wake up here?"

"I brought you back home."

"You could've just left me there. I was sleeping anyway."

He shakes his head. "I wanted you to be back home because only two hours after I took you to that room, I wanted to leave the club. It would have only raised suspicions if I slept in another room. I didn't want to be in the same bed with you."

Though I understand what he's saying, I keep my poker face. "You didn't have to take care of me."

"You keep saying that, but you know it's not true. It's my duty to take care of you."

"And why is it your duty?" I cross my arms.

he says, "Because

beat but I do my best not to show even the slightest bit of emotion on

say, "Is there anything else you want to say to

tired of my attitude but right now, I

paper bag he has with him closer

"What is it?"

and you'll find

eyes, I take the bag from him, suspiciously looking at him before I can even check out the

his pockets, as if waiting to see my

inside, my eyes widen

I look up at him, creasing

had breakfast and I want you to have this. Considering how much you

I'm supposed to do, but I barely pay attention

Rush to get this

I did. I could have arrived earlier

here to be made for me at any

a start. I know you're hurt even though you're trying

talking about." I clear my throat while

a poker face, there are certain things I can see, like the sides of your eyes, which wrinkle

the fact that he sees right

I look down at it again, I realize

meal? This takes a while to prepare since they only open at 9 a.m. and looking at the time right now, it's 5 minutes past 10. If I take into account the

7 a.m. and my order was

if the restaurant wasn't even

"I made a call."

"You did what?"

the manager and put in a special order. I didn't mind paying for that kind of service. I wanted it to be

loss for words and I don't know what to say. But it only

"Anything else?" I ask.

"No."

I say as I close the

it, I rest my back against it, my lips curving into

It even makes me wonder how much he had to pay. I didn't bother to ask. That would've just made it look like I'm interested. I sit down on my bed, taking out the other paper bag

Dominic

Not only because there's no more traffic, but also because I gave

She could've simply rejected it, which would have been the worst thing to happen and that's what I didn't want. But the fact that

I realize he's

meal was worth but because it was for Vanessa, it

the manager and praise the meals they

office, starting my work for the day. I mostly neglect my work here

a text that I'm here, we'll obviously only talk about it during lunch

how she took the meal from me. I remember the look of surprise on her face and even though it didn't last long, I saw it and at that moment, seeing

knocks once and walks

could've been with someone important," I say to

important, too," he

my desk and stops right in front of it, placing his hands on the

tell me. How did

went better than

happened? Was

took the meal from

snickers. "You think

could've easily said no, but she didn't. I think it's because