The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Chapter 38 

Dominic 

Vanessa’s words completely wake me up and I instantly get off and roll over to my side. 

What the hell did I just do? How could I let myself get between her legs? I was really about to fuck her. Shit. 

This is all because of my tendency to move closer to Carmella whenever I’m spending the night with her. I like to hold her close. I must’ve assumed it was her when I heard Vanessa groan in her sleep so I got closer. And then of course, I’m always up for some late night sex. Is it because I was still not fully awake that I couldn’t remind myself that this was different and I wasn’t with Carmella? 

I could feel Vanessa’s breasts, her thighs and even her pussy through her panties. Her moans also turned me on even more, but it was only because I didn’t realize it was her. 

I bet she thinks that I was putting on an act or something just so I could touch her. 

Shocked by what just happened, my 

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of arousal fades within seconds. 

My mind keeps racing with how I can possibly explain myself but even that feels wrong. She’s no one special for me to explain myself to her. 

But even though I’ve come to this decision, I have to admit that it was such a huge mistake on my part. 

When morning comes, I open my eyes while laying on my side and the first thing I see is her on the other side of the bed. She’s still fast asleep while facing me and her morning face is not so bad. 

Though the blanket covers her entire body and I can only y see her head, I’m able to tell that her hair’s a mess, just like I thought it would be 

and it makes me scoff. She made all that effort for nothing. 

As soon as I remember the type of night I had with her, my eyes widen and I instantly get out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom to take a morning shower. 

Afterwards, I change into some clothes and head downstairs. I can’t stay here with her right now. She’s the last person I want to be with. 

Vanessa 

A few seconds after Dominic closes the bedroom door, I open my eyes and sit up. I had to pretend to still be fast asleep just so I wouldn’t have to see his face so soon. 

Even after I get out of bed to freshen up, I still can’t stop thinking about last night. My fingers even feel the slipperiness between my legs as I shower. 

The feeling of his hands all over my sensitive areas, especially his finger running along my folds through the fabric, is still fresh in my mind. It was all so sensual and 1 hate that I liked it. 

I’m absolutely certain it only happened because he thought I was Carmella. Still, I can’t help but wonder if he was really going to do it had I not stopped him 

As I come downstairs, I first run into Jake. 

“Good morning,” I say to him with a smile as I push my hair back to rub the back of my neck. 

“I can already see it’s a good morning for you,” he says with a smirk. 

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“Huh?” 

“Don’t mind me.” He waves his hand dismissively. 

“Where’s Dominic?” 

“In the backyard, discussing Project J–22 with dad.” 

“I see.” 

“You want to go to him?” 

“Nope!” 

I’m glad that’s where Dominic is. That way, I can avoid him. 

Shortly after running into Jake, he leaves without having breakfast with us, so it’s just me, Sophie and my mother–in–law. 

Sophie doesn’t even have much as she has to leave and is already running late. 

Once it’s just me and my mother–in–law, she giggles after I push my 

hair back. 

“I see you had a great night,” she says, making me look up from my plate. 

“Hmm?” 

“You know what I’m talking about.” 

I shake my head with a smile. I’m completely clueless. 

“Do you really not know? Or do you mean to tell me that hickey just appeared on its own?” 

“What? Where?” My eyes w 

“Did you really not see it?” 

widen. 

I feel so embarrassed that I don’t know where to look, but she’chuckles softly. 

“It’s alright, my dear. I’ll give you some foundation to cover it up.” 

Just then, I hear voices and footsteps so I look over and see Dominic and my father–in–law coming to the table. 

To keep up appearances, he sits next to me but it feels so awkward for me. 

Even when my father–in–law starts a conversation that requires our input, Dominic and I barely look at each other or smile. 

The food’s delicious and I don’t want this awkwardness to ruin the taste, so I focus on it, but my hair keeps getting in the way. Just as I push it back, Dominic drops his fork. Based on his reaction, it hits me that he’s just seen the hickey, so I glance at him and he stares at me with his eyebrows slightly raised. 

His gaze lingers on the side of my neck for a few more seconds, then he clears his throat and looks away from me. 

I can’t believe I didn’t see it when I looked in the mirror. It’s probably because it’s more on the side. I can’t wait to hide it so no one sees it again. 

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Ieven think of talking to him about last night, but when I think 

After we leave, the entire ride back home is awfully silent and very awkward. I e about what I’ll say, it just doesn’t feel right. 

As soon as the limousine stops in our front yard, he quickly pushes the door open and gets out. 

It takes me a while to get out even when the door’s already open for me. I want to make sure that when I go inside, he’s already out of sight. 

How are we going to get past this? 

Only a few minutes after getting to my bedroom, I hear his footsteps in the hallway as he speaks to his father. They’re supposed to go to the main site for Project J–22 for a few days. I’m glad he won’t be around. 

It’s been three days since Dominic left and even though the hickey’s gone now, the memories are still fresh in my mind. 

Even when I try not to think about it, I struggle to 

to forget because no one’s ever touched me like that. 

This morning, I think about how wet I was and everything he did to me more intensely and can’t seem to stop. I don’t know what’s wrong 

with me. 

To distract myself, I watch some cute videos for almost an hour on my phone and there’s one in particular that’s just a little sad, but I bawl my eyes out like crazy. I keep asking myself why I’m such an emotional mess, Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

When I go to the bathroom to pee, it all makes sense. I just got my period. 

Dominic 

Working on Project J–22 has been such an exciting experience. I know it’s only been a few days, but I’ve been waiting for this for such a long time that every moment at the main site was worth it. I’m glad my father brought me on board. 

Being away from home also helped take my mind off of Vanessa, but not completely. I still haven’t forgotten about that night, but it’s not because I liked it. It’s only because it was a mistake. 

Since I’ve been away, I haven’t seen Carmella so I’ve only spoken to her through video chat. Each time she’s appeared on the screen, that’s when I’ve thought about Vanessa the most and my arousal on that night. 

That hickey on her neck is also such an obvious reminder. I’m certain that it’s gone by now. 

The next time that we visit my parents, I’ll make sure it’ll be early so we can leave before it gets dark, and on a day when the weather’s just right. I never want to mess up like that again. 

After being away from home for a few days, I don’t feel the need to explain myself to Vanessa. Whatever happened is never happening again, except when the time is right. 

On my way to Carmella’s apartment from the airport, I receive a phone call from my father–in–law. I haven’t spoken to him in a while. 

“Hello?” 

“Good evening, my son. Is everything alright?” 

“Of course, is something wrong? You sound worried.” 

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“I’ve been trying to reach my daughter since morning but her phone is off. Is she alright?” 

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“I haven’t spoken to her since last night.” I know I’m lying to him but it’s better than the truth. “I’ll find out once I get home. I’m already on my 

way.” 

“Thank you.” 

As soon as the call ends, I huff. I planned on going to see Carmella right away, but this changes things. I couldn’t say no to my father–in–law even if I wanted to. 

Curious about what’s going on with Vanessa, I decide to call her. This is going to be the first time in three days that I speak to her. 

However, her phone doesn’t even ring. It’s definitely off. 

When I get home, I head straight to her bedroom door and just by standing there, I can hear her constantly groaning. I wonder what’s going on with her. 

Putting my head against the door, I say, “Vanessa?” 

“What is it?” 

Her voice is so harsh that I’m not about to let it slide. Who the hell does she think she is talking to me like that?