The Daring Billionaire’s Wife novel (Vanessa and Dominic) novel Chapter 111

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."

"And why is it your duty?" I cross my arms.

Finally looking into my eyes, he says, "Because I'm your husband."

My heart skips a beat but I do my best not to show even the slightest bit of emotion on my face.

Clearing my throat, I say, "Is there anything else you want to say to me?"

He scoffs, as if getting tired of my attitude but right now, I don't care. He shouldn't expect anything less.

Bringing the paper bag he has with him closer to me, he says. "This is for you."

"What is it?"

"Look inside and you'll find out."

Curiously narrowing my eyes, I take the bag from him, suspiciously looking at him before I can even check out the contents.

He shoves his hands in his pockets, as if waiting to see my reaction.

The moment I look inside, my eyes widen at the other paper bag inside.

"This is a meal from Flavor Rush." I look up at him, creasing my forehead.

"Yes it is and it's your favorite. I found out from the butler that you haven't yet had breakfast and I want you to have this. Considering how much you had to drink last night, it's only right that you eat as much as possible."

He keeps going on and on about what I'm supposed to do, but I barely pay attention as I'm still in shock that he brought my favorite meal.

"You really went to Flavor Rush to get this for me?"

"Yes, I did. I could have arrived earlier but there was too much traffic."

"But why would you do that when I can order breakfast here to be made for me at any time that I want?"

"I wanted to do this for you as a start. I know you're hurt even though you're trying to hide it with that poker face."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I clear my throat while looking away.

"You might be able to lie to other people, but not me. 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 even get me started on the way you tilt your head with that side eye."

I squeeze the paper bag, hating the fact that he sees right through me.

As I look down at it again, I realize something which makes me look back at him.

"How were 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. If I take into account the traffic you had to go through, it means that-"

"I was there around 7 a.m. and my order was ready around 8 a.m."

"What? How is that possible if the restaurant wasn't even open?"

"I made a call."

"You did what?"

"I spoke to the manager and put in a special order. I didn't mind paying for that kind of service. I wanted it to be ready as soon as possible so you could have it for breakfast."