The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic

It's been three days now since Shane gave me his conditions in order to keep his mouth shut and I still haven't been able to figure out who told him about my secret relationship.

I haven't even bothered to tell Vanessa about it just yet. It's not like she can help me. I've decided to handle this on my own and for now, since I've accomplished nothing in the past few days, I'm only left with one choice. It's also the same thing Frank keeps saying to me as we have a drink right now.

"I really don't see any other way out of this for now," he says to me, placing his hand on my shoulder. "The best thing you can do is shut him up for now by giving him what he wants."

"That's the problem. If I do that, he'll just be winning."

"Nope! He's not winning anything. He's showing you just how desperate he is to make money. What sort of victory is that?"

"You might be right about that, but still. The fact that I have to face him and hand him the cash is already getting on my nerves."

He smirks, patting me on the back. "You know what? Do it with a straight face. Shane has never been able to beat you at anything and he obviously wants to take pleasure in seeing you so helpless, but don't give in."

I sit up more, my lips curving into a smile. "You know what? For an asshole, you definitely give great advice sometimes."

He proudly nods. "And that's why you and I are best friends! Cheers!"

After a few drinks, I feel a little tipsy and I head out to meet Shane at the same park.

As I make my way there with the 50, 000 dollars in an envelope, he keeps texting me, as if ordering me around and it all just makes me clench my jaw that he's doing this. I obviously won't let him win by showing him that I still don't know what to do, but it's still annoying seeing him act all bossy.

After I step out of the car, I approach him by the bench where he's alone, holding his head high with a smirk as he looks over at me. He rises to his feet, rubbing his hands together.

"You finally made it. What the fuck took you so long?" His tone is condescending.

Keeping my composure, I drop the envelope at his feet and say, "There's your money. Now, pick it up."

He pokes his cheek. "Did you seriously just do that?"

"You wanted your money and it's right at your feet, so pick it up because no one else is going to do it for you. Go on."

His smug expression fades as he crouches down and picks up the money.

"There you go." I smirk, looking down at him.

As he rises to his feet, he looks up at me with so much hatred but that just makes me fix my necktie.

With a sigh of satisfaction, I say, "I have so much work to do, so I'm leaving now. See you next month."

It takes him a moment to speak and even if he had something to say, I wouldn't stand here and listen. I've already given him too much of my time.

The further I walk away from him, the more I expect him to say something, but he doesn't and that makes me hold my head high with a chuckle.

It shouldn't take me that long to figure something out. The only reason I would want to do this again is just to see him pick up the money from the ground.

Though I have that sorted for now, something else has been on my mind since I left Carmella's apartment and it makes me so mad that I might drink until I forget about it.

Vanessa

Ever since the morning at the hotel when I had breakfast with Dominic, I thought things would keep going that way but it's been quite the opposite. He's barely home and he seems so distant again, like there's something on his mind. I never even get the chance to ask because he barely speaks to me. Each time I hear his footsteps, it's late at night.

Maybe it has to do with Carmella or maybe not. Whatever it is, has taken up all his time and he hasn't even been to the orphanage or the children's hospital and I know this because the staff tell me everything. Even though I would like to guard my feelings so I don't fall for him any deeper, it doesn't mean I don't care about him and whatever he seems to be going through, I wish he could speak to me, but why would he? Who am I in his life for him to open up?

To make myself worry less, I try to convince myself that I might be thinking too much and this is just about business and nothing more than that.

I'm out with Patrick this late afternoon and it's the first time we're meeting up since Flavor Rush.

That moment turned out to be really awkward and it was all because of me and the signs that I gave him, but now that we're here today, it's not as awkward as it was before. Maybe he got over it. I hope he did because I still feel awful.

As we make our way down the quiet street with beautiful tall trees, he keeps looking back and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Is everything okay with you?" I ask.

"You've heard this so many times but I don't think I'll ever get over how your bodyguards are always around."

"It's for my own safety."

"You once told me that it's up to you to choose when to have them around but the way I see it, you always want them around." He chuckles.

"I chose to keep it that way. Enough about them. Are you ready to begin working next week?" I clap in excitement.

"Yes I am and honestly, I can't wait. I've been counting down the days and then I'll be able to treat you to better meals."

"Come on. You don't have to go through that effort."

"But I want to do it. This place is close to my home. I'd take you there to see it but my living conditions are currently not the best. When I begin working next week and I move into my new apartment, that's when I'll invite you over because you know, I won't be so embarrassed."

"You should never be embarrassed. That's what you can afford for now."

"I know, but I can do so much better. In fact, I would've been doing so much better by now if not for Angela."

He twists his face in anger and I don't want him to get upset right now, so I quickly change the subject.

"My dad's coming back this weekend. I actually miss him so much. He should've been back by now, but he has so much work going on."

"For someone his age, he's definitely working hard," he adds.

"He really is." I proudly nod. "He's been waiting for this for a long time and now that it's happening, he won't let these business opportunities just slip away from him. There's actually more for him here as Dominic needs to introduce him to certain investors, but that can wait because he's far away."

"Now that you've mentioned Dominic, I can't believe he allowed you to spend time with me once again."

"Why wouldn't he?" I raise my eyebrows.

"What husband would be so comfortable with his wife constantly spending time with her ex-boyfriend?"

"My husband," I proudly say to him.

"Then I guess he's one of a kind."

"He is."

I zone out for a moment, thinking about the times when I feel I'm getting closer to Dominic and then others, when I feel like we're back to the beginning.

"Is everything okay?" Patrick asks.

"Yeah... I'm fine."

"You're thinking about Dominic, right?"

"What? No."

"You don't have to lie to me. I know you are. I can always tell."

"Did you really study my face that much?"

"Of course I did." He proudly says.

As we share a meal together, it gets less and less awkward and I'm certain it'll continue, but that's until it's time for me to leave as it's getting dark.

The bodyguard keeps the car door open for me and I plan to just shake his hand, which already makes me feel awful after what happened last time.

"Thanks for spending time with me," he says, getting closer to me."

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"Cool. I guess I'll see you next time."

"Yeah."

I hold out my hand for a handshake, but he grabs onto it and pulls me closer fora hug. It's so unexpected that I'm not even able to react. The bodyguards can tell and they attempt to step in but I hold up the palm of my hand to stop them.

His arms around my waist seem to tighten and I get a little uncomfortable.

"Uh...I have to go now," I say to him.

"Oh..sure." He drops his hand and takes a step back while clearing his throat. "I'm sorry. I just-"

"It's okay." I force a chuckle, then get in the car.

Just as the ride begins, I look back at him and he lightly kicks the air with gritted teeth.

I rest my head against my seat, thinking about what made him hold me the way I did. Next time, I'll make sure it doesn't happen.

As I think about what I'll say to him if something like that actually happens, Dominic calls and just by seeing his name, my heart skips a beat.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" His speech sounds slower than usual and it doesn't take long for me to figure out that he's drunk.

"I'm on my way back home from spending time with Patrick."

"As soon as you're here, come straight to the study."

He suddenly cuts the call, making me furrow my eyebrows as I wonder what's going on with him

As soon as I get home and head to the study, I can see the bottle of whiskey on his table and another one that's already empty. He looks like a complete mess.

"You're back. Come over here and sit down," he says to me in his extremely drunk state.

I take my seat on the other side of the large table, looking at him with concern.

"Did something happen?" I ask.

He leans back in his seat with a sigh, then tells me all about Shane.

"Really?" My eyes widen.

"Yeah and guess what I did today? I fucking paid him so he could keep his mouth shut. Nothing is going to ruin my plans."

As soon as he says it, I'm only reminded of what he said to me in the car that day and it breaks my heart.

"I see. So that's what's been bothering you the past few days," I say to him.

"You think that's it?" He scoffs at me. "You don't know anything."

"Then what is it?"

He rises to his feet, coming to the other side as he says, "I first suspected that it might've been Carmella who told Shane, so I went to see her."

"Was she the one?"

"No," he says, standing right behind

me and placing his hands on my shoulders. "She wasn't the one. When she took off her dress and stood before me naked, I wasn't aroused by her in any way.

At a loss for words, I can only part my lips as I can't believe he's saying this to me.

"I blamed it on the stress of Shane's

threats but that can't be it. Have become so detached when it comes to her that nothing affects me anymore?" He leans forward kissing the side of my neck.

I arch my back in pleasure, trying so hard not to moan and it's this moment that I remind myself the promise I made, so I instantly rise to my feet in order to leave

Suddenly, he grabs onto my wrist and pulls me back, pins me right against the table, stands right behind me and trails kisses right along my neck.

I can feel his cock getting harder as he presses it against my ass and he whispers, "Fuck!"

I know it's the alcohol and I know what's coming after this.

"Dominic..." I moan his name in pleasure.

Though I'm a little aroused by this, I don't want to repeat what happened that night in the suite. Determined to resist the temptation this time, I turn around to face him and push him away.

"No," I firmly say to him.