The Daring Billionaire’s Wife

Vanessa

I had no plans of meeting Patrick this morning but at his request to urgently meet up, I changed my mind about it. He also said he needed to talk to me in private, which meant I shouldn't have my bodyguards. Usually, I wouldn't listen to him but the tone of his voice when he said it made me wonder just how serious this was, so here I am, meeting him on the street that he mentioned with the intention to leave my bodyguards in their car.

I spot him standing by the sidewalk and he instantly rushes to the car, looking a little troubled and scruffy, which greatly worries me.

"Is everything alright?" I ask

"Hey, we really need to talk." His eyes widen a little. "Come with me."

"Where?"

"It's not too far from here. We need privacy as much as possible."

I shake my head as I question if I'm really about to do this, then step out of the car and follow him. He leads me to an alley, making me feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Why did you bring me here?" I ask.

"Just so we could talk. How are you doing?"

"Are you being serious right now?"

He chuckles.

"Wait, are you drunk?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter. This was the only way I could do this. I knew that if I mentioned my apartment, you wouldn't want to go there after what happened last time." "And so you thought this was a better idea?"

"Yes," he says with confidence. "I just..."

He trails off when my phone suddenly rings from my bag and I already have an idea of who it could be.

I gesture to him with my hand to wait and he nods as I pick up to talk to my father.

Right after the call, Patrick says, "Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine."

"You looked a little sad even though you smiled."

"Was it that obvious?"

"Yes, so what's going on?"

I sigh heavily, deciding to tell him about my father's health condition and as soon as I'm done, he takes a step forward and wraps his arms around me. "I'm so sorry about that," he says.

the slight smell of alcohol now that he's so close. It's the way he holds me tightly. "Can you stop?" I

takes a step back. "Sorry, that was supposed to happen

what?" I

"The reason I brought you here was because I really had something to say. When I saw you again at the orphanage, I thought that all I felt was regret but it

you

step forward and looking

the lips as he wraps his arms around me and for a few seconds, my heart races with wide eyes as I process what's going on. Then, I come back to my senses, push him away and slap him hard

wrong with you? How dare you do

his cheek while looking to the side as he says, "It's not like anyone saw that. Just in case you're starting to think it's the alcohol, it's not. I've wanted to do this for a while and it's only now that I've mustered

you say such a thing to me when

He scoffs, triggering me.

that

"Nothing," he says.

to

wanted you

"And then what?"

He scoffs again.

do you keep doing that?" I ask,

nothing. Do you really

a few seconds, trying to search in my

He gives a half smile as

still can't get over the fact that you thought you had a

"I was absolutely certain."

case?" I cross

"It doesn't matter."

really shouldn't have come here. I can't believe I was so worried that I decided to follow you." I shake

it?" I stop in

not sorry about any of

my jaw, trying so hard not to turn around and slap him again, so I face ahead and

can only think about what gave him the audacity to do all that and the kiss was unexpected and I hated

a

him and now, there's none of that spark left. It's only when Dominic kisses me that I feel that way and the thought of him makes me feel guilty as I wonder

Dominic

right where we left mine and I immediately step out, slamming

okay with you?" he asks,

lean against his car, crossing my

you sure about

said I'm fine." I look over my shoulder, then

of this long drive was to help clear your head, but by the