The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

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.

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' 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."ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"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.

Dominic

Yesterday, when Vanessa walked

into the study could only think about fucking her despite everything else I was talking about. When I couldn't help it, I thought I'd just go for it, but to my surprise, she rejected me and even worse she pointed out what's wrong with me. I never saw that coming and if I'm being honest, she was right with everything she said.

I know I'm supposed to fix myself and sort out my relationship problems, but it's the fact that she said it to my face which bothers me so much. Maybe that's why I've been grumpy today. I shouldn't even be surprised that she told me albthat. She can be blunt at times and though that might be beneficial in so many other situations, I still can't get over the fact that it happened to me.

I've never been rejected before. I was certain that because she loves the way I fuck her and everything I do to her with my fingers and tongue, she would easily give in, but I guess she got tired of what happened afterwards. It's because of this that I plan to keep my distance.

I haven't even sexually thought about her since she rejected me. My lust seems to have faded. Is it because I know that nothing will ever happen? It doesn't matter anyway. I still can't believe I was so drunk that I started telling her about Carmella and I actually meant every word. Why was I not aroused by her?

It's something that's been on my mind and I've finally told Frank about it during our lunch break.

"You know what I think?" he says, placing his elbows on the table. "Maybe you're starting to fall out of love with Carmella."

"She was right there and looked so sexy, especially when she got naked yet I felt nothing. I still want to say it was only because of Shane, but I don't think so."

"Hmm...there's only one other thing I can think of." He strokes his chin.

"What is it?"

"You've been fucking Vanessa a lot, haven't you?"

I poke my cheek. "Not anymore. She rejected me yesterday and told me to fix myself without using her."

As soon as I say it, he bursts into laughter and I regret it.

"Whoa! She really rejected you? Man, that's what I love about your wife. She'll give you a piece of her mind when she wants to. Damn, I wish I had a woman like that!" "Shut up." I shoot him a glare.

In the evening after work, I head straight to my parents' house and there's a warm welcome from everyone except Vanessa, who looks gorgeous in a long and elegant body hugging dress.

She's standing in the back and I

know it's because of what happened in the study, but right now, these are the people that I always need to impress, so I walk over to her with a warm smile. I wrap my arm around her waist and kiss her on the tips. As I pull away, she seems to blush and tucks her loose strands behind her ear, making everyone around giggle quietly. I guess she's back in

character.

A few seconds after our kiss, I drop my arm and take a step back from her. She instantly notices and clears her throat, deciding to focus on everyone else.

Even though we sit right next to each other at the dining table, we barely look in each other's direction and that includes when she talks about how much progress she's made in learning more about the business and establishing it with my help.

No matter how hard I try, I still can't forget how she pushed me away and the way it felt when she said no.

As we all chat and share laughter while we enjoy the meal, it's a beautiful and light-hearted moment until Vanessa receives a call. She furrows her eyebrows and decides to excuse herself. Concerned, I keep an eye on her. She talks while at a distance but I see her scoff. She actually seems upset and even ends the call with a hard press on the screen.

She returns to the table with a smile but I can tell she's furious.

"Babe, can I talk to you?" She smiles, standing beside me.

"Right now?" I ask.

"Yes, this can't wait. I hope you all don't mind. It's just that this is very important."

Everyone seems okay with it, so I leave the table with her, wondering what just happened.