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."

is it your duty?" I cross my

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

beat but I do my best not to show even

say, "Is there anything else

attitude but right

closer to me, he

"What is it?"

inside and you'll

him, suspiciously looking at him before

his hands in his pockets, as if waiting to

look inside, my eyes widen at the other

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

yet had breakfast and I want you to have this. Considering how much you had to drink

to do, but I barely pay attention as I'm still in shock that he brought my

really went to Flavor Rush to get this

have arrived earlier but there was too much

order breakfast here to be made for me at any

wanted to do this for you as a start. I know you're

about." I clear

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

squeeze the paper bag, hating the fact that he sees right

down at it again, I realize something which

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,

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

that possible if

"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

don't know what to say. But it only

"Anything else?" I ask.

"No."

close the door,

my back against it,

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

Dominic

only because there's no

to jump for joy or any of that stuff. That's why I already feel like I'm making progress because she accepted it. She could've simply rejected it, which would have

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

than the meal was worth but because it was for Vanessa, it was

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

arrive about 25 minutes later and head straight to my office, starting my work for the day. I mostly neglect my work here now that I

text that I'm here,

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 was so satisfying

break, Frank knocks once and walks right into

been with someone important," I say

someone important, too," he

and stops right in front of it, placing his hands on the

me. How