The Daring Billionaire’s Wife

It's been thirty minutes since we returned from my father's place after having dinner and I haven't seen Dominic in the bedroom again since the moment he removed his jacket and necktie. The butler tells me that he's in the study and I choose not to bother him.

I can't think of anything else on his mind other than what happened with Patrick and that must have gotten to him, the same way it got to me. It still comes as a shock that he knows the truth and I don't trust him anymore. Even if he doesn't tell the whole world, I don't care about that, but what if he opens his mouth to my father? That's the last thing I want as he will begin his treatment in a few days and that's all that should matter. Too stuck on all the possibilities, I sit down on the bed, still in my long dress from earlier, including my heels as I endlessly try to figure out how Patrick knew about this.

What suddenly catches my attention is the sound of the door opening. I look over and see that Dominic is coming in while moving backwards and I know it's him because he's the only one who can walk into the bedroom without having to knock on the door. His back comes into view first and I'm in for a pleasant surprise when I see the rest of his body. In his hands is a small tray with a full glass of freshly made fruit juice.

He finally turns to face me and smiles a little and it makes my heart melt as I place a hand on my chest.

"You didn't have to do this," I say to him, rising to my feet.

"No, sit down." He stops me.

I sit back down on the bed, waiting until he approaches me. He sets the glass on the bedside table, then crouches down in front of me.

"There's a lot of shit going on right now, but that's not going to stop me from taking care of you," he says.

My heart flutters and I can't help but smile again as I look down at him.

"You really don't have to do this," I say to him. "I know this isn't easy for you."

"It's not, but that doesn't mean I'll forget that I promised you I was going to do this."

"Wait, are you only doing this because you promised me?" My breath hitches a little when he holds onto my calf under my dress.

"No. I'm doing it because I want to."

Watching him as he tightens his grip on my calf and looks up at me, I can tell that his time alone in the study made him loosen up a little. Could it be that he thought of something? I might be curious, but I don't want to ruin this moment, not when he's touching me. Lately, he's been more affectionate with me.

he glances up at me and I reach for my glass, my lips curving into a smile at

the bottom of my bare foot and I flinch a little, making a mess on my dress and the front part of his hair. He pauses with his movements and I cover my

I'm sorry," I say to

"It's okay." He chuckles.

I say to him as I push back his wet

up my dress all the way to my knees, he says, "I'll definitely wash it out, but later. For

instantly put down my glass, pleasantly surprised that he wants this despite

bed, he pulls me even closer towards him, his face now resting right between my thighs as

eager for it, I lay down on my back and close my eyes, feeling

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Dominic

in sweat, it takes me a few seconds to get off of Vanessa and she doesn't let go either,

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moves closer and rests her

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nothing." I look away with a

go. Have you spoken to

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