The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic

Not even when I was with Carmella did I ever have to deal with someone telling me how to organize stuff in my own bedroom. That was because I felt no one had the right to tell me what to do, until now. The last thing I want is for Vanessa to be uncomfortable in my bedroom and if it means having to make adjustments for her, I'm willing to give it a try just so I can have her close to me.

This new experience, along with all the advice from my father-in-law is something I won't take lightly.

Just as I get ready to leave, Vanessa grunts and touches the side of her stomach and it sends me in a state of panic as I rush to her.

"What's wrong?" I ask, looking at her hunched over.

She straightens up with a sigh of relief and says, "I'm fine."

"That didn't look like it was the case."

"It was nothing. It's gone now," she assures me.

"Is everything okay with the baby?"

"Everything's fine."

Despite her reassurance, I shake my head and say, "Maybe I shouldn't go to work."

"Hey, I'll be fine."

"No. I don't think so."

"Hey," she chuckles. "I'm fine. Don't worry. I'll always tell you if something is really wrong."

I sigh with relief. "Promise me."

"I promise."

"Good. In case of anything, call me as soon as possible."

"Of course."

this is the most I've seen her smile ever since the news about her father. Does she find amusement

once belonged to Carmella. I've already taken it away from her, just as I said I would and it's been two days since I did it. I still

meeting together which has to do with one of our personal joint projects and as usual, it's a

to ignore it at first but it's more than I can take, so I raise my eyebrows at him. "What's

question," he says. "During the meeting, you were glancing at your phone under the table so much

"Was that obvious?"

"Yup!"

been checking up on

do that, but

because she gave me a little scare. I was just

don't want anything getting in the

"No. I don't."

I can still be

"Piss off."

work, we always still have something to talk about

the first thing I see is how neat the bed is as

in its place,

from the other end

"What happened?"

I look over and Vanessa comes out in nothing but a towel, her wet hair clinging to her skin. The sight of her like this is so unexpected that I don't

"I'll call you back."

"Wait-"

on him, dropping my arm to my side just so I can feast my eyes on her. There's nothing more I want than to watch her for as long as I can, but I soon realize she needs privacy, so

no need for that. It's not like we've never

so casually that it makes me

about that." I nod, sitting on

jet

to keep myself busy by looking down at my phone, yet she's my only focus as she moves around. She heads to the dressing mirror, gets her moisturizer and drops the towel without a second thought. Fuck It's been so long