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

but I do my best not

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

but right now, I don't care. He shouldn't expect anything

him closer to me, he says.

"What is it?"

inside and

I take the bag from him, suspiciously

his hands in his pockets,

my eyes widen at the

I look up at him,

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

supposed to do, but I barely pay attention

Rush to get

could have arrived earlier but there was too

that when I can order breakfast here to be

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

what you're talking about." I clear my throat while looking

people, but not me. Even when you have a poker face, there are certain things I can see, like the sides of your eyes, which wrinkle up

squeeze the paper bag, hating the

again, I realize something

at 9 a.m. and looking at the

was there around 7 a.m. and my order was ready

How is that possible if the restaurant

"I made a call."

"You did what?"

spoke to the manager and put in a special order. I didn't mind paying for that kind of service. I wanted it to be ready as soon as possible so you could have it

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."

say as I close the door, his face quickly leaving

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

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 and I chuckle after I open it. It's really my

Dominic

drive to work, I'm not as impatient as before. Not only because there's

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

I realize

worth but because it was for Vanessa,

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

25 minutes later and head straight to my office, starting my work for the day. I mostly neglect my work

send Frank a text that I'm here,

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

once and walks

I could've been with someone important,"

important, too," he

and stops right in front

tell me. How did

better

happened?

know, but she took the meal from me and that's

snickers. "You think

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