The Daring Billionaire’s Wife novel (Vanessa and Dominic) novel Chapter 132

Dominic

What I saw between Vanessa and Patrick has bothered me so much that I can't take it anymore and here I am, opening my mouth to her without thinking. Now that I've made it known that I have something to say, her look of curiosity makes me realize I didn't think things through as I barged out of the bathroom with this towel on me.

It doesn't take long for me to figure out what to say and I know it's wrong of me, but it's the only way that I can talk about this.

"I punched Patrick in the face for kissing you," I say to her for a start.

"You did what?"

She raises her eyebrows in shock and I can't tell if it's because I punched Patrick or the fact that I know.

I shamelessly nod to myself, having no regrets about what I'm about to say

"Yeah, I punched him. What actually happened was that he wasn't too careful while we played and he ended up getting hit a few times. He even assumed that I was being too rough with him and thought it was because of what happened between you two. He brought it up as a confession but there was no need because I saw the two of you earlier."

Her jaw drops as she looks away. "You...you saw us? Why didn't you say anything when we spoke earlier?"

"And then what? It's none of my business. I already made the assumption that you two are a couple."

She sighs. "There's absolutely nothing going on."

"You're right about that. Patrick also made it seem like there was nothing going on. I only punched him because that was the reaction anyone would expect for me, but..."

"But what?"

"He actually seemed surprised that I reacted that way. It was strange."

"He was strange with me too after that kiss."

As soon as she mentions it, I clench my jaw and can hear my heart race a little. Why is it still bothering me even after talking about it?

"How did you even see us?" she asks.

"I went for a drive with Frank and caught a glimpse. What were you thinking by being in that alley with him? Where were your bodyguards? What if someone caught that on camera or something?"

"I didn't know that it would lead to what happened, okay?"

"I can only hope that no one else saw that." I exhale sharply as I look away, wishing I didn't see it myself.

"If you only saw Patrick's lips on mine, then I guess you didn't see the part where I slapped him."

"You did?" I ask, instantly looking back at her in surprise by this new information.

"Yeah, I did, right after he kissed me."

Just learning about this makes the load in my chest lighter and I press my lips together for a few seconds, wondering why it feels like I want to smile.

Composing myself, I say, "But why did you even slap him?"

"I didn't want any part of what he did." She twists her face in disgust.

Hearing it from her own mouth makes me feel much better and I'm once again filled with a pride that I can't even show her.

Just to show her that I'm still upset, I maintain my poker face as I say, "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

"I didn't see the need for it." She shrugs.

"What do you mean by that? You and I have an agreement."

"There was nothing to tell you."

"I still deserved to know as soon as it happened."

She scoffs. "Aren't you getting a little too entitled? It's not like you told me everything that happened between you and Carmella."

"That's different and you know it." I get closer, towering over her. "Next time you kiss Patrick, make sure you say something."

She glances at the towel covering my lower half. "There won't be a next time for that."

"Don't be so sure about that."

"I'm sure. I made my feelings clear to him when I told him I don't love him. I feel nothing for him."

"Did you mean it?" My voice is quiet.

She looks up at me, her expression soft. "I meant every word. I really feel nothing for him."

Her gaze drops to my Adonis belt, then back up to my face. It's only now that I realize I'm standing too close and making it harder for her not to look at my body.

As I take a step back, I glance at her thighs and I'm certain I see her press them together. I tell myself to look away and not even dare make assumptions of what it could mean, but it's too late. It's been over a month since I fucked and lately, it's only gotten harder to keep myself under control.