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

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

skips a beat but I do my best not to

anything else

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

paper bag he has with him closer to me, he

"What is it?"

and you'll find

from him, suspiciously looking at him before I can

his hands in his pockets, as if waiting to

eyes widen at the other paper

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

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

going on and on about what I'm supposed to do, but I barely pay

went to Flavor Rush

arrived earlier

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

a start. I know you're hurt even though

talking about." I clear my throat

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 get me started on the way you tilt your head

the paper bag, hating the

it again, I realize something which

you able to order 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.

a.m. and my order was

if the

"I made a call."

"You did what?"

kind of service. I wanted it to be ready as soon

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

"Anything else?" I ask.

"No."

close the door, his face quickly leaving my

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

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 other paper bag and I

Dominic

not as impatient as before. Not only because there's no

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 been the worst thing to happen and

but he doesn't pick up and it's only now that I realize he's working. I'm an idiot

was worth but because it was for Vanessa, it

and praise the meals they serve. And that's coming from someone who

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

a text that I'm here, we'll obviously only talk about

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

break, Frank knocks once and

I could've been with someone

someone important, too," he says

stops right in front of

tell me. How