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.

my eyes, he says, "Because I'm your

skips a beat but I do my best not to show

I say, "Is there anything else you want

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

he has with him closer to me, he says. "This is

"What is it?"

and you'll find

him, suspiciously looking

his pockets, as if waiting to see my

my eyes widen at the other paper bag

meal from Flavor Rush." I look up at him, creasing

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

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

went to Flavor Rush to get

have arrived earlier but

that when I can order breakfast here to be made for me at any time that

I know you're hurt even

don't know what you're talking about." I

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 me started on the way you tilt

the paper bag, hating the fact that he sees right

at it again, I realize something which makes me look

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 traffic you had to

around 7 a.m. and my order was

possible if the

"I made a call."

"You did what?"

didn't mind paying for that kind of service. I wanted it to be ready as soon as possible so you could have

me at a loss for words and I don't know what to say. But it

"Anything else?" I ask.

"No."

I close the door, his

back against it, my lips

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

Dominic

Not only because there's

accepted it. She could've simply rejected it, which would have been the worst thing to happen

news, 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 aside,

up paying much more than the meal was worth but because

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

arrive about 25 minutes later and head straight to my office, starting my work for the

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

myself smiling a little at 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 that specific reaction

once and walks right into

could've been with someone

someone important, too," he says with

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

tell me. How

better than I

happened? Was

know, but she took the meal from

snickers. "You think that

didn't. I think