The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic I never thought I would actually tell Vanessa everything I've told her but I'm glad I did it. And I can't believe I'm about to do this, but I can still tell her part of the truth.

"What is it?" she asks from the other side of the table.

I lean back in my seat after wiping my mouth. "Do you remember dancing?" "Yeah, when the other girls were cheeringon." I chuckle. "That's the dancing you remember?" "Yeah, I danced while sitting with them. What was there apart from that?" "To be honest, I didn't know you could dance like that." I subtly bite my lip, thinking about her dancing withand how sexy it was.

"What are you talking about?" She seems confused.

"You just let yourself go and the music took control over you." She rises to her feet, as if embarrassed. "I don't remember that. Did anyone take a video or something?" "No. For this party, none of that was allowed, remember? That way, guests would have privacy. I'll never forget that moment. It was really a shock." She huffs. "It's your fault I ended up that way." "What? How is this my fault?" "I was obviously trying to make myself feel better and I just stopped giving a damn about anything." "That's why I constantly watched over you. It still looked like we were dancing together, which we still did." "We danced together?" She covers her mouth.

"Yeah, but you were very difficult. I had to hold you close." "Oh...uhm... I just remembered that I have something to do in my bedroom. I'm going now." As she makes her way out of the dining room, I chuckle softly. She's obviously more embarrassed than she is shocked by this, just as I was when I saw her. It's a good thing I've decided not to tell her the temptation I had to resist while taking care of her. She'd want the ground to swallow her up.

The moment her footsteps fade down the hallway, I look down at my food. This was the first tthat I had a meal with her like this and if I'm being honest, I would love to do this again.

Even though I have the whole night to think about Vanessa's question about Carmella, I can only still cup with the sanswer. It doesn't matter what happens. We're not getting back together, even if I still have feelings for her.

Since Vanessa and I have to leave for the orphanage, we quickly have breakfast together and even though she doesn't smile at me, I'm glad she's not being so hostile and harsh with me.

Had this been back when I first knew her, I wouldn't have given a fuck, but she's more than just someone to helpreach my goal. She also has ideas that I can't even think of myself. All that makeswant to build a friendship with her.

On our way to the orphanage, she talks to her father for a few minutes and it's the usual. I remember he toldabout how she now constantly checks on him and once again, she's doing it. She sounds so happy while talking to him but I know that once it's my turn, it's going to be different.

After the call comes to an end, her smile quickly fades.

"You really check up on him a lot now," I say to her while facing forward.

"Yeah and it's only because of how he cback from his business trip." "Has he ever thought of marrying again?" "No. His only focus now is the company and making it-" She stops halfway when her phone suddenly rings. She looks at the caller ID with a chuckle, makingwonder who it is.

"Hey!" She leans back in her seat after picking up.

I'm actually a little jealous that she's smiling while talking to whoever is on the other end of the line. They've obviously done nothing wrong like I have, but having her right next toand seeing her act this way makesenvious.

After the call comes to an end, her face turns blank as she says, "That was Patrick. He's so eager to begin his first day." "I see." I nod, like I actually give a fuck when the truth is that I don't. I was already jealous when she was on the phone but knowing that it was actually Patrick only makesfeel worse.

"Is something wrong?" she asks, looking atwith concern.

"I'm fine," I say to her.

"Are you sure about that? It looks like something's wrong." "What could be wrong?" I shrug.

"I don't know. That's what I'm asking you." I quickly realize that my feelings about the call with Patrick must be too obvious in my facial expressions.

"At this rate, he'll be calling you everyday as he goes for work," I say to her. "It seems that you two are getting closer." "No, we're not." "You keep saying that but it's pretty obvious." "And it's just as I've told you each time, that's not going to happen because I don't like him." "I still don't believe you." I shake my head.

"I don't know what it's going to take for you to believe me, but I mean it. Enough about Patrick. I need to talk to you about the bodyguards." "See how you're changing the subject? You clearly don't want to talk about him." She chuckles in disbelief, that being the first tshe's done that while talking to me.

Though I still don't believe her about not liking Patrick, I decide to let it go so we can talk about the bodyguards.

As we get closer to the orphanage, she runs her hands through her silky hair while arching back with her eyes closed. I can't help but stare at her and my eyes even travel down her waist, the belt of her suit only accentuating how narrow it is compared to her lower half.

Her curves only remindof when I helped her in the bathroom and my tongue was just a few inches away from her bare pussy, yet I chose to En pussy resist. Though part ofis glad I did, the other part ofis left wondering if that'll ever happen again. I hope not. It's better that way.

As soon as Vanessa and I begin to approach the children after stepping out of the car, they run to us, excited to see both of us at the stime.

She even runs towards them, holding out her hands and I proudly smile, seeing her do that while knowing that she means it and the children just naturally love her.

The staff are on standby as Vanessa and I interact with the children for a few minutes and then afterwards, we head inside to the boardroom for a meeting.

As soon as it begins, I give Vanessa the opportunity to explain the ideal herself and everyone seems to be on board with it. The only role I play is to give instructions on how it should be done, with her in charge of the entire project once it begins. Even before the meeting comes to an end, everyone just showers her with compliments, wondering why none of them had ever thought of that and it's the sthought that I had. It actually fillswith pride that I get to show this off as well.

After the meeting, Vanessa and I head outside again and she reads to sof the kids while I play ssoccer with a few others.

In the middle of the game, my phone rings from my pocket, so I excuse myself for a moment, ruffling their hair as I step aside.

Just by looking at the caller ID, I clench my jaw because it's Shane. Whatever he wants to say doesn't! matter, so decline the call and put the phone on airplane mode just so he doesn't callagain. Then, I join the children again, deciding to live in the moment with them. I still glance at Vanessa a few times as plays with the children surrounding her. It's the way her face brightens up while she laughs at whatever they say that makesnod to myself. This is really one of the best parts about her.

Wanting to spend just an hour with the children turns into a few more and even at this moment, I feel like I could be here all day.

As it gets closer to the tfor us to leave, I make my way to the main office but before I can even get there, I receive another call from a number that I don't recognize. Could it be one of the actors I hired? Curious, I pick up.

"Hello?" "Babe!" Carmella says from the other end of the line.

I roll my eyes. "It's you." "Don't hang up!" she whispers.

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