The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Chapter 45 

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Dominic 

Just to see Carmella’s reaction, I try something again, 

“I’ll text you after I’m home with Vanessa.” I say to her, firmly gripping the top part of the car door to keep myself steady. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Okay.” Once again, she doesn’t look up from her phone and it upsets me a little. 

Not letting it slide this time, I step away from the car and stagger toward her, swaying a little. 

“If you don’t stop looking at that phone, I’ll fucking break it.” My tone is laced with irritation. “What’s got you so glued to your phone that you’re not even paying attention?” 

She finally looks in my direction with a bitter chuckle, but takes a few steps back. 

“Am I supposed to watch you take care of your fucking wife?” 

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about is there something I don’t know?” 

“Why would you ask me that?” 

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and tone soften a little as she shoves her phone in her handbag 

Stopping just a few feet away from her, I cross my arms and say, “It feels like there’s something you’re not telling me.” 

“W–what? You think I’m hiding things from you?” 

“That’s what it looks like to me. What’s got you looking so troubled?” 

“Babe, everything’s fine.” She clears her throat and instantly faces the other direction without further explaining herself. “I’m going back. inside to have a good time.” 

“No, we’re not done here.” 

“I love you,” she whispers as she bites her lip, then heads back inside. 

I still need an explanation regarding this sudden change in hér attitude. Though she’s acting strange, this works in my favor at the moment. 

The ride home isn’t as smooth as I expect. Vanessa can’t seem to stay on her side of the seat. Each time the car takes a turn, she ends up falling in my direction and resting her head right on my shoulder. It doesn’t matter how many times I reposition her head so she can sit up. She still comes back to me anyway 

With all my efforts in vain, I give up and just let her be. She rests her head on my shoulder and I look down at her face, only for my eyes to drop to her collarbone and thigh slit. 

It takes me a few seconds to stop looking but even after I do, it’s all on my mind. 

The whiskey now starts strongl 

strongly kicking in, but I won’t give in until she’s in her bedroom. 

After we get home, I carry her bridal style into the house and I stagger a bit more, but i tell myself to keep going or we’ll fall together. 

The bodyguards attempt to help, but no, I’ll do this on my own. I even take the purse with me so I leave nothing behind. 

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In the elevator, I try so hard not to look down at her exposed thigh, so I face forward, but that’s not enough to keep me focused. She breathes onto my neck and moans softly in her drunken state. I wish I could make her stop. That way, I won’t be reminded about her sensual moans from that night. 

Finally out of the elevator, I make my way through the passage until I get to her bedroom. I struggle to open the door since she’s in my arms. so I put her down and her heels don’t even touch the floor the way they should, they wobble. If not for my firm grip around her waist, she’d be on the floor right now. 

With my arm still around her waist while I hold onto her purse, she moans sensually and that reminds me just how sensitive she is around that zone. I try so hard not to move my arm until I finally open the door. 

The distance from the door to the bed isn’t that short, so I scoop her up and head inside, keeping my eyes only on the bed and not down at 

As soon as I get to the edge of the bed, I drop her a little roughly and she grunts. 

“Hey, watch it!” She whines, holding onto my arms with her eyes still shut. 

“You can at least thank me,” I say to her, my face so close to hers that I feel her warm breath with the scent of wine. 

“And why should I thank you? I didn’t ask you to do anything for me.” 

“You did, when you asked me to bring you home.” I place her purse beside her. 

“I did? Oh, thank you, Mr Richards!” She e giggles, like it’s extremely hilarious, but I just stare at her as I find no amusement in her words. I just want to get out of here. 

I can’t wait to get on my own bed so I can just sleep. I feel my focus slipping right now and might pass out. I don’t even remember how much l drank 

As soon as I remove her hands from my arms and take a step back, she’s unable to sit upright and drops her top half hard on the bed. 

That’s what she gets for not listening to me. I remember how she told me to mind my own business as she poured herself more and more wine. Now I have to take care of her. Just tonight, I’ll make an exception since I’m already here with her. 

As I crouch down and begin to take off her heels, my eyes travel up her exposed thigh and I hate to admit it, but there’s a stir in my groin. 

compose myself and look down so I can take off her heels, then hold onto her lower legs and bring her up on the bed. 

I try to com 

So far, everything seems fine, but I know there’s something I need to keep ready. I call for the butler and he brings a bucket, then leaves. 

I place it on the part of the floor that’s right near the edge of the bed, certain of what is to come. It might not be now, but I’ve done my part. 

Wondering what else I’m supposed to do for her, my eyes travel up her body and the way she’s sleeping on her side only accentuates her hips and ass. Shit, I ruffle my hair, telling myself that she’s just my wife on paper and I’m not attracted to her. 

The weather outside isn’t so cold, but it’s best to cover her up, so I get closer to the bed but before I can do anything, she speaks to me. 

“I need…” She trails off. 

“What?” I lean over, bringing my ear closer to her lips. I press hard against the mattress so I don’t fall on top of her. 

“I need…a shower” 

Is she being serious right now? I find it ridiculous that she’s even thinking about that right now. Why not just go to bed since she’s already 

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Only a few seconds after questioning her need to shower, I realize that she really needs it. Standing on the edge of the bed and on her side, I straighten up, thinking about how I’m going to handle this situation. 

Well, I don’t have to do anything. The maidservants will attend to her, so I give one of them a call, my phone almost slipping from my hand since I can’t firmly hold it. 

As I wait for them to come up, lean against the wall and close my eyes, thinking about how Carmella didn’t seem all that affected by my decision to leave the party only because of Vanessa. If there’s something that troubles her right now and she doesn’t want to tell me, I’ll have to find out for myself. 

Before the maidservants can come up to Vanessa’s bedroom, she begins moving around on the bed and repeatedly grunts. Based on her posture, I know she’s about to throw up so I act quickly. 

I bring her closer to the edge of the bed and position her head right in the bucket. 

Taking a step back, I say, “Use t 

this and-” 

My words are cut off by the sound of her throwing up and once again, all I can think about is how she told me to mind my own business. I’m glad I was prepared for this to happen. 

Once she’s done throwing up, she seems just slightly more active and breathes hard. 

“Next time, when I tell you to stop drinking, you better listen to me or this will happen to you again,” I say to her. 

She only looks up at me with her eyes slightly open. She really looks like shit right now. 

It seems taking care of her is keeping me alert. The last thing I want is for her to make a mess all over this bedroom. It doesn’t matter if this is her bedroom, this is still my house. 

After three maidservants arrive, I give them instructions on how to take care of her and they instantly spring into action. 

Even though I know they’ll do the right thing, I still don’t feel like leaving. I tell myself there’s absolutely nothing for me here so it’s time to go. I’ve done more than enough for her. 

As soon as I make it to my bedroom, I drop myself hard on the bed and that’s when my head feels heavy and the room looks like it’s spinning. 

This is it. The moment I can finally get some sleep and wake up not feeling so fucked up. 

But only a few minutes after I close my eyes, I furrow my eyebrows at the sound of Vanessa throwing up again and again. That should definitely keep her more alert. 

I try to ignore what I’m hearing, but it sounds like there’s no end to her throwing up. Now I feel the need to go back there and see what’s going on, so I get off the bed and slowly drag my feet out of my bedroom. 

Without waiting, I push open her bedroom door and the three maidservants are just standing by the bathroom door. 

“What are you all doing here? And where’s Vanessa?” 

“She’s in the bathroom alone,” one of them replies, keeping her head low. 

“Has she showered?” I get closer to where they’re standing 

“Yes, but she wanted to do the rest hersell” 

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Only a few minutes later, the bathroom door swings open and my heart starts racing at the sight of her in some tight black shorts. She has not shirt on, leaving her perky breasts fully exposed to me. 

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