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.

eyes, he says, "Because I'm

a beat but I do my best not to show even

throat, I say, "Is there anything else you

if getting tired of my attitude but right

he has with him closer to me, he says.

"What is it?"

inside and

take the bag from him, suspiciously looking at him

his hands in his pockets, as

moment I look inside, my eyes widen at the other paper bag

from Flavor Rush." I look up at him,

it's your favorite. I found out from the butler that you haven't yet had breakfast and I want you to have this. Considering how much you had to

what I'm supposed to do, but I barely pay attention as I'm still in shock that

went to Flavor Rush to

I could have arrived earlier but there was too

you do that when I can order breakfast here to be made for

do this for you as a start. I know you're hurt even though you're

talking about." I

sides of your eyes, which wrinkle up a little when

the paper bag, hating the

again, I realize something which makes me

looking at the time right

a.m. and my order was ready around 8

if the restaurant wasn't

"I made a call."

"You did what?"

mind paying for that kind of service. I

and I don't know what to say. But it only takes me a few seconds to realize that I'm

"Anything else?" I ask.

"No."

excuse me," I say as I close the door, his face quickly leaving

it, my lips curving into a smile

about all that effort warms my heart a little. It even makes me wonder how much he had to pay. I didn't bother to ask. That would've just made

Dominic

I'm not as impatient as before. Not only because there's no more traffic, but also because

any of that stuff. That's why I already feel like I'm making progress because she accepted it. 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 she wanted to have it means

I call Frank but he doesn't pick up and it's only now that I realize he's working. I'm an idiot for even doing this. Putting my phone

was worth but because

speak to the manager and praise the meals they serve.

work for the day. I mostly neglect my work here now that I have to focus on

that I'm here, we'll obviously only

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

Frank knocks once and walks

could've been with someone

too,"

rushes to my desk and stops right in front of it, placing

me. How

better than I

exactly happened? Was Vanessa

but she took the meal from me and that's

"You think

She could've easily said no, but she didn't. I think it's because I told her all the trouble that I