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."

it your duty?" I

into my eyes, he says, "Because

my best not to show even

"Is there anything else you want to

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

bag he has with him closer to me,

"What is it?"

and you'll

suspiciously looking

hands in his pockets, as if waiting to

my eyes widen at the other

Flavor Rush." I

you to have this. Considering how much you had to

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

to Flavor Rush to get this

I could have arrived earlier but there was

would you do that when I can order breakfast here

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

know what you're talking about."

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

at it again, I realize something which makes me

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 means

there around 7 a.m. and my

How is that possible if the restaurant wasn't

"I made a call."

"You did what?"

order. I didn't mind paying for that kind of service. I wanted it

through leaves me at a loss for words and I don't know what to say. But it only takes me

"Anything else?" I ask.

"No."

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

rest my back against it, my lips curving into

bother to ask. That would've just made it look like I'm interested. I sit down on my bed, taking out the

Dominic

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

progress because she accepted it. She could've simply rejected it, which would have been the worst thing to happen and that's

and it's only now that I realize he's working. I'm an idiot for even doing

was worth but

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

the day.

here,

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

knocks once and walks right into my

I could've been with someone important,"

someone important, too,"

right in front of

tell me. How did it