The Daring Billionaire’s Wife novel (Vanessa and Dominic) novel Chapter 136

Vanessa

"The last thing I need right now is you falling to the floor in the middle of the night," he says. "Move away from the edge."

I instantly pout as I move away from the edge, wondering why he had to say that to me when he could've just said nothing because now, my heart flutters a little.

The image Carmella sent to me is still fresh in my mind and knowing that he was the one in bed with her makes me want to move away again until I'm on the edge. But the thought of him telling me to get back to my current position runs through my mind and it makes me smile a little.

Realizing I'm loosening up too fast and warming up to him when he doesn't deserve it, my smile fades and I press my lips together.

It should be so easy for me to dress up in a sexy outfit, go wherever I want to have a good time and fuck whoever I want, but even though it's just in my mind, it already seems impossible as I don't see myself actually doing it.

The last time he made me feel like I was just here to help him get his dream company, I ended up leading Patrick on and that's something that'll never happen again as I don't even want to talk to him anymore.

Even if I'd want to get back at Dominic for this and show him I can be with whoever I want, my heart won't let me.

While I'm still upset with him, his concern for me a few minutes ago seems to outweigh everything else, and it makes me drift off to sleep with complicated feelings.

My hope is that when I wake up in the morning, I won't feel so torn about all this.

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Hearing the birds outside is already enough for me to figure out that it's morning before I even open my eyes.

Strangely enough, I don't hear any movement around the room. Dominic should be getting ready by now, so I make the assumption that he must have left while I was still fast asleep.

When I finally open my eyes, I find myself staring right at him and he's also awake. As our eyes lock for a moment, he raises an eyebrow and it feels so awkward that at the same time, we look away and I sit up.

He gets out of bed with a loud grunt as he pushes the covers to the other side. It seems he's just as grumpy as last night, well so am I!

I only glance at him when he approaches the mirror and right when I want to look away, he takes off his shirt, his back muscles flexing. I press my thighs together, the sight of it reminding me of all the times I tightly held onto him when he made love to me so good that I couldn't close my mouth and keep it down.

It's only when his phone rings that I look away. He picks up the call with so much enthusiasm and I soon figure out that he's talking to Frank. Bothered, I cross my arms, figuring out that it's only with me that he's not showing even the slightest bit of enthusiasm.

"Yeah, it's good for now," he says. "I'm flying out to see her in a few days."

He glances in my direction while lowering his voice, then proceeds to leave the room while still on the phone. As soon as he closes the door, I sigh deeply, already figuring out that he's talking about Carmella. He obviously left just so I don't hear what he has to say.

Though I'm curious, I tell myself that it's none of my business and I shouldn't care. I should instead focus on my plans for today, so I get out of bed to freshen up.

Even after I step out of the shower with a towel wrapped around me, there's no sign of Dominic. I approach the bedroom door and place my ear right against it. I can hear him in the hallway, almost whispering.

When it suddenly turns quiet, I quickly step away from the door and stand in front of the mirror, running my hands through my wet hair as it clings to my skin.

While still looking in the mirror, I watch him come in, his abs flexing as he stretches a few times. I can see him looking at me and just for a few seconds, he scans my figure from the back, his gaze lingering on my exposed thighs and wet hair clinging to the skin on my back.

The mix of his grumpiness and the way he looks drawn in makes me swallow hard and I look away, not even trying to guess what could be going through his mind. Whatever it is, I tell myself not to care.

Putting his phone down on the table, he starts taking off his pants and I look away, but my curiosity is stronger, making me steal a glance at his naked body.

As I face the other side, my heart starts racing and it carries on even after he closes the bathroom door.

I place a hand on my chest, telling myself to get my act together and not be so captivated by the sight of him when naked.

As I take out my dress and shoes, I check on my father and talking to him already brightens up my mood.

By the time Dominic steps out of the shower, I'm still in my towel, getting off the phone so I can get dressed.

My smile fades as soon as I put the phone down because now, I have no reason to smile for him. He must be waiting for me to give him an update on my father this morning, but I still don't want to talk to him. It leads me to wonder if I'm being petty. Even if I am, why can't he talk to me first?

Just as I'm about to drop the towel and moisturize my skin, I pause when he stands in front of me and says, "Tell me about yesterday's meeting."

I glance at the towel covering his lower half, then look away to reach for the bottle of moisturizer.

"The project manager will be the one to update you," I say to him.

He clenches his fist, his veiny forearm becoming more prominent. "You don’t have to make this difficult. Just tell me how it went."

Realizing I'm being too petty, I sigh, pausing with the bottle in one hand. "Fine. The presentation was great. The samples were better than I expected and so far, I'm satisfied."

He tilts his head. "Your face says otherwise."

Our eyes lock for a moment until I look away with only a shrug. With nothing to say to him, I move away to a different spot so I can drop the towel, but pause when he once again speaks to me while looking at the dress on the bed.

"Where are you going?"

"Out with Mia."

"And where exactly are you two going?"

"We haven’t yet decided on that, but I'm coming back tomorrow."

"Just make sure you keep your phone on so I can reach you."

I squeeze the bottle of moisturizer in my hand and if not for the lid, the lotion would be squirting everywhere.

Narrowing my eyes at him, I say, "Yesterday, you didn’t check up on me at all and I was just fine."

He suddenly approaches me with wide footsteps and I feel this is about to get confrontational, so I turn around to get away, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me back, his face just an inch from mine.

"What's with your attitude?" He speaks through gritted teeth.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I shrug. "Now, let me go."

He tightens his grip.

"I said let me go!"

My movements turn so frantic that the towel gets loose and drops to the floor.

His grip on my wrist instantly loosens as he blankly looks down at my perky breasts, all the way down to my lower half.

I'm so irritated that I crouch down, pick up the towel and step away from him to another spot, not even having the time to wonder what he must've thought after suddenly seeing me naked.

Even though I don't use the towel, I place it on the bed, then finally begin to apply my moisturizer. All my life, I've never been so rough with it as I breathe hard.

With his hand on his waist, he paces a few times as he harshly says, "Do we have a problem?"

"What problem could we possibly have?" I shrug.

"I don't know. That's why I'm asking you."

I narrow my eyes. "Everything's fine. Can't you tell?"

He scoffs. "Since when do you act like a child?"