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 I'm

I do my best not to show even

I say, "Is there anything else you want to

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

paper bag he has with him closer to me, he says.

"What is it?"

and you'll

take the bag from him, suspiciously looking

his hands in his pockets, as

eyes widen at the other paper bag

Flavor Rush." I look up at

yet had breakfast and I want you to have this. Considering how much you had

keeps going on and on about what I'm supposed to do, but I barely pay attention

really went to Flavor Rush to

could have arrived earlier but there

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

know you're hurt even though you're trying to hide it with that

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

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 a little when you shoot those glares at me. Don't even get me

squeeze the paper bag, hating the fact that

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

and looking at the time right

a.m. and my

if the

"I made a call."

"You did what?"

mind paying for that kind of service.

know what to say. But it only takes me a few

"Anything else?" I ask.

"No."

I say as I close the door, his face quickly

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

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 my bed, taking out the other paper bag and I chuckle after I open it. It's

Dominic

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

making progress because she accepted it. She could've simply rejected it, which would have been

now that I realize he's working. I'm

worth

the manager and praise the meals they serve. And that's coming from someone who owns several restaurants with

head straight to my office, starting my work for the day. I mostly neglect my work

here, we'll

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

once and

I could've been with someone important," I say

someone important, too,"

rushes to my desk and stops right in

me. How

better

exactly happened?

the meal from me and

think that makes

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