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

my best not to show even the slightest bit of emotion on

there anything else

getting tired of my attitude but

him closer to me,

"What is it?"

inside and you'll find

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

pockets, as if waiting to

I look inside, my eyes widen at the other paper

meal from Flavor Rush." I

it is and 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

I barely pay attention as I'm still in shock that

really went to Flavor Rush to get this

did. I could have arrived

why would you do that when I can order breakfast here

a start. I know you're hurt even though

know what you're talking about." I clear my

have a poker face, there are certain things I can see, like the sides of your eyes, which wrinkle up a little when you shoot those glares at me. Don't even get

paper bag, hating the fact that he sees right

realize something which

at 9 a.m. and looking at the time right now, it's 5 minutes past 10. If I take into account the traffic you had

and my order was ready

How is that possible if the restaurant wasn't

"I made a call."

"You did what?"

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

loss for words and I don't know what to say. But it only takes me a few seconds to realize that I'm being too easy on him,

"Anything else?" I ask.

"No."

say as I close

close it, I rest my back against it, my lips curving into a smile since this was so

wonder how much he had to pay. I didn't bother to ask. That would've just made it look like I'm interested.

Dominic

not as impatient as before. Not only because there's no more

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

only now that I

was worth but because it was for Vanessa,

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

straight to my office, starting my work for the day.

that I'm here, we'll

the meal from me. I remember the look of surprise on her face and even though it didn't last long, I saw it

once and

I could've been with someone

important, too," he says with

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

How

better than I

what exactly happened?

she took the meal from me

snickers. "You think that

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