The Daring Billionaire’s Wife novel (Vanessa and Dominic) novel Chapter 100

Vanessa

Since Dominic's drunk, he staggers all the way back until he runs into a wall, then just stands there while facing the floor.

Though the room falls silent, I can hear my own heart beating fast along with my heavy breath. It takes me a moment to compose myself as I process the fact that he's on the other side of the room because of me.

"I'll start by stating the obvious," I say with an effort, taking a step closer towards him. "I'm way past my fertile window. That's why this shouldn't even be happening. I understand that you're going through a hard time after your break up with Carmella. You act like it doesn't bother you much, but I can see that it does. You only come to me when you need to feel a certain way but afterwards, it's like it never even happened. Honestly, I don't like it and I refuse to be that person, so fix yourself without using me."

He only stands in place, still facing the floor and doesn't say a word but right now, it doesn't matter. Though he's drunk, I hope he doesn't forget this. I admit that I love it when he makes love to me with all that arousing foreplay, but it only makes me feel worse when I feel closer to him, yet he becomes even more distant with me.

Glad I've gotten it off my chest and stuck to the promise I made to myself of resisting the temptation, I hold my head high and make my way out of the study.

In the elevator, I close my eyes as I think about what it's going to be like tomorrow between the two of us. I don't know what to expect, but I've made myself clear. If he ends up touching me again with a sexual need, I'll just have to repeat myself and this time, when he's sober.

I get to my bedroom for a quick shower and while the water soaks my scalp, I find myself thinking back to what happened in the study.

It seems he was so bothered by the fact that Carmella seduced him while naked, yet he felt nothing. The way I remember it, he could never resist her before. That might've also added to his actions, but it doesn't matter. I refuse to let him touch me again only because he needs me. No matter how difficult it gets, I won't fall for it. I shouldn't.

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It's 30 minutes past 9 in the morning and I'm at the dining table having breakfast alone. It turns out Dominic left a few hours ago, just like he's been doing for the past few days. I wish he didn't leave so early just so I could find out if we're going to his parents' house together for dinner this evening. My mother-in-law called not too long ago.

I know I can still just send him a text or give him a call, but I keep being so hesitant because I don't know what to expect after what I said last evening.

After I tell myself there's still so much time since it's only in the morning, I decide to focus on my breakfast while having a chat with Mia on my phone.

The hours go by until it's 1 p.m. and I still can't bring myself to call or text him and at the same time, I wonder why he hasn't reached out to me. Could it be that he's mad at me? Even if that's the case,I still don't regret what I said last to him.

Coming to the realization that he might not be the first to get in touch with me, I decide to give him a call. A text would work, too, but I don't want to be a coward after what I said. I still live with him in this house. If I'm unable to do this, how will I face him?

I dial his number, clearing my throat as I wait. It takes a while for him to pick up and when he does, I can already feel the hostility in his tone.

"What is it?"

I scoff. "You could be a little more polite. Imagine I was with Sophie and the phone was on speaker."

"That's not possible and you know it. Just tell me what you want."

"I received a call this morning from my m-"

"I know."

"Oh...cool. I just wanted to find out if you'll be back early enough so we can leave together."

"No. I'll meet you there. Go on your own."

I raise my eyebrows while shaking my head. "I see. I guess I'll see you in the evening."

"Yeah."

Right after that, the call comes to an end. I shut my eyes, letting the reality sink in. Not only is he distant, he's mad at me or close enough. Even if he was drunk, I'm glad he remembers what I said to him.