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."

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

my way, I scroll through my phone, looking at the apartment that once belonged to Carmella. I've already taken it away from her, just as I said I would and it's been two

which has to do with one of our personal joint projects and as

keeps shaking his head at me. I try to ignore it at first but it's more than I can

that question," he says. "During the meeting, you were glancing at your phone under the table so much that I thought you weren't

"Was that obvious?"

"Yup!"

just been checking

do that, but

she gave me a little scare. I was

don't want anything

"No. I don't."

nothing happens. That way, I can still be an uncle when I expect it

"Piss off."

how many hours Frank and I spend together at work, we always still have something to talk

is how neat the bed is as Vanessa's clothes aren't there anymore.

its place, except

says from the other

"What happened?"

ask my question, the bathroom door creaks open. 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

"I'll call you back."

"Wait-"

her. There's nothing more I want than to watch her for as

no need for that. It's not like we've never seen each other naked

casually that it makes

about that." I

jet

pretend 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