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

heart skips a beat but I do my best not to show even the slightest bit of emotion on

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

getting tired of my attitude but right now,

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

"What is it?"

inside and

I take the bag from him, suspiciously looking at him before I

his hands in his pockets, as if waiting to

I look inside, my eyes widen at

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

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 how much you had to drink last night, it's

I barely pay attention as I'm still in shock

Rush

arrived earlier but there was

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

start. I know you're hurt even though you're trying to hide it with that poker

you're talking about." I clear my throat

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 your head with

the fact

look down at it again, I realize something which makes me look back

while to 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 the traffic you had to go

7 a.m. and

that possible if the restaurant wasn't

"I made a call."

"You did what?"

paying for that 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

"Anything else?" I ask.

"No."

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

close it, I rest my back against it,

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 it look like I'm interested. I sit down on

Dominic

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

simply rejected it, which would

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

more than the meal was worth but

meals they serve. And that's coming from

starting my work for the day. I mostly

that I'm here, we'll obviously

little at how she took the meal from me. I remember the look of surprise on her face and

Frank knocks once and walks right into my

been with someone

someone important, too," he says

desk and stops right in front

me. How

better than I

happened? Was Vanessa

know, but she took the meal from

"You think that makes

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