The Daring Billionaire’s Wife

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."

why is it your duty?" I cross my

looking into my eyes, he says, "Because I'm your

my best not to show even the slightest bit of emotion

there anything else

my attitude but right

bag he has with him closer to me, he

"What is it?"

inside and

eyes, I take the bag from him, suspiciously looking at him before I can even check out

in his pockets, as if

moment I look inside, my eyes widen at the

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

haven't yet had breakfast and I want you to have this. Considering how

on about what I'm supposed to do, but I barely pay attention as I'm still in shock

went to Flavor Rush

did. I could have arrived earlier but there was

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

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

talking about." I

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

hating the fact that he sees right

it again, I realize something which makes

this meal? This takes a 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 through, it

was there around 7 a.m. and my order was ready around 8

How is that possible if the restaurant wasn't

"I made a call."

"You did what?"

in a special order. I didn't mind paying for that kind of service. I wanted it to be ready as soon

what to say. But it only takes me a few seconds to realize that I'm

"Anything else?" I ask.

"No."

say as I close the door,

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

to pay. I didn't bother to ask. That would've just made it look like I'm interested. I sit down on

Dominic

I drive to work, I'm not as impatient as before. Not only because there's no more traffic, but also because I gave

that stuff. That's why I already feel like I'm making progress because she accepted it. She could've simply rejected it, which

share this good news, I call Frank but 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 phone aside, I focus on

was worth but

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

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

I send Frank a text that I'm here,

I begin my work, I find myself smiling a little at how she took the meal from me. I remember the look of surprise on

Frank knocks once and

with someone important," I say

important, too,"

desk and stops right in

How did