The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic

Frank's suggestion sounds so perfect that it makes me smile for a moment as I nod but only a few seconds later, I shake my head with a frown. "Are you sure this is going to work?" I ask.

"You obviously can't do this here at the party but trust me, this has to work," he says to me.

"Why are you so sure?"

"Just so we're clear, I'm not saying Vanessa's going to forgive you, but it's going to be a start and that's what we want, right?"

I sigh. "I guess you could say that."

"I'm glad we're on the same page. Now, when the opportunity presents itself, that's when you're going to do it."

I nod, patting him on the back as I say, "Once again, you've proven to be of good use to me."

"And one of these days, you'll also be of good use to me. Now, let's just go and order that food. You know the gorgeous ladies are waiting!"

As we make our way back to the rest of the crowd, I glance at our table and Vanessa is still taking shots like crazy.

"I admit that I love seeing Vanessa like this," Frank says. "At the same time, all that whiskey is going to fuck her up but hey, no big deal because you're here."

"She doesn't even want me to take care of her."Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

"But you know that it doesn't matter because at the end of the day, you'll still be right there taking care of her. Honestly if I were her, I wouldn't even be here right now. In fact, I would've gone far away!" "Then it's a good thing you're not her."

He chuckles, then suddenly turns serious. "Hey, what are you going to do about Carmella?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you just going to let her get away with this?"

"You know that she did that just to get my attention and I won't give it to her. I'll just focus on what I have to do for Vanessa just so she's not upset with me anymore."

As we make the order for the food, Frank smacks the side of my arm using his elbow and I furrow my eyebrows.

"Why the hell did you do that?" I ask.

"Look at that," he says with a smirk, tilting his head to the side to guide my gaze to our table

I look over and Vanessa's still in her seat, swaying to the music as she drops her head from left to right. The other girls cheer her on as they dance with her and it's actually such a pleasant sight to see. After ordering the food, Frank and I make our way back to the table and she looks right at me, still swaying in her spot.

"Come on! Just get up and dance!" the other girls cheer her on.

"Not yet!" She shakes her head with a chuckle.

Just as I sit beside her, she lazily takes two shots and is completely focused on the music and the alcohol. That's why I don't even bother getting too close because I know she'll just move away again. The food arrives only a few minutes later on a large platter and we all dig in. Vanessa and I reach for the same kebab at the same time and she shoots me a glare, making me instantly give it up for her. While she focuses on her food, she stops taking shots but even if she doesn't take another one, she's already extremely drunk.

After eating for a while, she lightly shimmies her shoulders with a giggle, looking right at the other girls who are doing the same thing. She even has the same expression as she looks at Frank but as soon as she looks at me, her expression turns blank.

Then, she finally gets up and starts dancing, the other girls cheering her on by clapping. Having her right next to me makes me look right at her side profile, my gaze fixed on the deepest part of her waist and the perfect curve of her ass. I look over at Frank and he's watching her too while stroking his chin.

She closes her eyes while dancing in place like she doesn't give a fuck about anything in the world and while she's trying to have a good time, I can tell that she's almost losing her balance, so I keep a close watch on her, the sight of her figure right next to me making me bite my lip.

She starts dancing while moving away from the rest of us, her balance already unsteady and I'm alert, trying to make sure that she doesn't fall.

Even as everyone cheers her on, I glance at Frank again and he can see how concerned I am, so he gives me a light nod to go for it and stay close to her.

I rise to my feet and approach her

but as soon as she sees me, she begins to move away. While taking another step back, she trips but I wrap my arm around her waist and she glares at me with her drunken eyes. She places her hands on my chest so she can push me away but doesn't even seem to have the energy for it. Instead, she uses her

words as she leans toward me.

"I don't remember saying I wanted to dance with you!" She pokes my chest with her finger, her voice a little louder than usual.

"I won't let you embarrass yourself by falling in these high heels."

She scoffs. "Like I actually need your help."

"Maybe you don't, but you wanted to dance, so go ahead."

"With you so close?" She grabs me by the collar.

"Yes. I'm not going anywhere, not when you're like this."

She smirks. "Fine. Then watch over me."

Turning around to face the other side, she starts dancing and throws her hands in the air.

I don't just want to awkwardly stand

here while watching her, so I dance with her and find myself enjoying it a little too much, especially when she sways her hips and runs her fingers through her hair. It's almost as if she doesn't mind that I'm here right now. I know she can feel my presence as she keeps leaning against me while dancing.

Suddenly, she misses a step and I act quickly, placing my hands on the sides of her waist as I whisper against her ear.

"Watch your step."

Turning around to face me with a glare that only looks sexy with her smokey eyeshadow, she says, "I don't need you telling me what to do."

I chuckle in amusement, my hands holding her even tighter as I pull her closer and say, "Then don't let me be the reason you stop dancing." She smirks. "You definitely won't be the reason.'

"

She throws her hands in the air again while moving to the beat, and watching her while having her so close only makes my heart race. I didn't know she could dance like this and I like this side of her.

As the minutes go by, she struggles to move to the beat, the alcohol in her body now completely fucking her up. She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her body against mine, resting her head on my chest as she groans softly. I can even feel her legs giving up on her.

I chuckle, speaking right against her ear. "I thought you didn't need my help.'

"Shut up."

Though she sounds irritated, I only find it amusing.

She's done for the night and right now, I just need to get her up to the bedroom. Scooping her up bridal style, I make my way to the elevator, where I run into Mike before I get inside.

"I knew your wife would end up like this with the way she was drinking, but hey, who gives a fuck?" He chuckles with amusement, taking a sip from his glass of whiskey.

"I'll just take her up to the bedroom and then I'll be right back."

"Good, because I haven't even had a toast with you yet. I've just been so busy with the other guests."

"You know I don't mind." I assure him.

"Dominic?" Vanessa lazily says in my arms.

"Yes?" I look down at her and her eyes are closed.

"Why am I not yet on the bed?" she asks.

I shake my head with a chuckle as I look at Mike, who seems amused by her question.

"I'll see you soon," I say to him.

As I press the button to the elevator, I look down at her again. I can only hope she doesn't start throwing up, considering the fact that she's drunk.

I get to the bedroom, struggling to

find the light switch while she's still

in my arms.. Just for a few seconds, I put her down and she clings to me, burying her face right at the crook of my neck while she groans. I hold her upright with just one arm, still wondering where the light switch is.

"Dominic?" She groans.

"What is it?" I randomly touch the part of the wall where I expect to find the light switch.

"Let's get a divorce."