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.

looking into my eyes, he says,

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

I say, "Is there anything else you want

as if getting tired of my attitude but right now, I don't care. He

he has with him closer to me, he

"What is it?"

inside and you'll

bag from him, suspiciously looking at him before I can

shoves his hands in his pockets, as if waiting

moment I look inside, my eyes widen at the

meal from Flavor Rush." I look up at

had breakfast and I want you to

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

to Flavor Rush to get this for

did. I could have arrived

why would you do that when I can order breakfast here to be made for me at any time

you're hurt even though you're trying to hide

you're talking about."

see, like the sides of your eyes, which wrinkle up a little when you shoot those glares

bag, hating the fact

I look down at it again, I realize something which

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

was there around 7 a.m. and my order

possible if the restaurant wasn't even

"I made a call."

"You did what?"

kind of service. I wanted

about all the effort he went through leaves me at a loss for words and I don't know what to say. But it only takes me a few seconds

"Anything else?" I ask.

"No."

as I close the door, his face quickly leaving my

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

heart a little. It even makes me wonder how much he had to pay. I didn't bother to ask. That would've

Dominic

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

simply rejected it, which would have been the worst thing to happen and that's what I

he doesn't pick up and it's only now that I realize he's working. I'm an

more than the meal was worth but because it was for

speak to the manager and praise the meals they serve. And that's coming from

the

I send Frank a text that I'm here, we'll obviously only

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

break, Frank knocks once and walks right into my

someone

someone important, too," he says with

and stops right in front of it, placing his hands

tell me. How did

better than I

what exactly happened? Was Vanessa

the

snickers. "You think that

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