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."

your duty?" I cross

he says, "Because I'm your

not to show even the slightest bit of emotion

throat, I say, "Is there anything else you want to say

of my attitude but

bag he has with him closer to

"What is it?"

and

him, suspiciously

his pockets, as if waiting

inside, my eyes

Flavor Rush." I look up

you haven't yet had breakfast and I want you to have this. Considering how much you had to drink last night, it's only right that

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

Flavor Rush

I could have arrived earlier but there

can order breakfast here to be made for me at

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

talking about." I clear my

face, there are certain things I can see, like the sides of your eyes, which wrinkle up a little when

paper bag, hating the fact

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

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 means

a.m. and my order was

How is that possible if the restaurant

"I made a call."

"You did what?"

to the manager and put in a special order. I didn't mind paying for that kind of service. I wanted it to be ready as soon as possible so

words and I don't know what to say. But it only takes me a few seconds to realize that I'm being too easy

"Anything else?" I ask.

"No."

I say as I close the door, his face

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

thinking about all that effort warms my heart a little. It 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

Dominic

only because there's no more traffic, but also

feel like I'm making progress because she accepted it. She could've simply rejected it, which would have been the worst thing to happen and that's what I didn't want. But the

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

than the meal was worth but because it

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

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

send Frank a text that I'm here, we'll

begin my work, I find myself smiling a little at how she 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 that specific reaction

lunch break, Frank knocks once and walks right into

I could've been with someone important," I

someone important, too," he says

in front of it, placing his hands

tell me. How did