The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical
Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Dominic

I know I’m getting a little hostile right now, but Patrick is getting on my fucking nerves by constantly staring at Vanessa.

“I didn’t say you weren’t taking care of her,” he says with a nervous chuckle.

“Then what did you mean by that?” I raise my chin, my forehead creasing.

“I was just saying that she deserves the best.”

“And I’m giving her the best.”

“Obviously, that’s why she’s so happy. I’m sorry if I sounded like I was out of line. I just feel awful up until this day. I just want her to be happy after everything that I put her through.”

“She’s definitely happy with me. I’m sure you can see that.”

“Yes and that’s why she always talks about you when we meet.”

“She does?” I clear my throat, the creases on my forehead fading.

“Yes, she does.” He slightly tilts his head, his gaze a little intense as he smiles. “Honestly, if I could go back in time, I’d do things differently with her and I’d never let her go. Thank the universe that time travel doesn’t exist.”

I can’t tell if he’s being serious right now or if this is supposed to be a joke. If it is, it’s definitely not funny.

The air is thick with tension between us and I don’t want it to carry on, so I change the subject.

“I’m curious about your current love life.”

“No, I haven’t been in a relationship for so many years. I didn’t have the time or energy for it. I didn’t see myself committing to someone when I have so much to work on and I still do.”

“I see.”

“Vanessa has such a big heart. She cares and loves deeply.”

“She does.” I smile a little, thinking about how the children love her so much.

“That’s why she offered to help me and I won’t let this opportunity go to waste.”

“You better not.” I get a little serious.

“She could’ve just let me be with my job the day we met at the orphanage, but she offered to give me a fresh start. I’ve never come across anyone like her. I remember seeing her on TV when she went to the children’s hospital and had a problem with her leg, but she still went around to see everyone.”

I furrow my eyebrows in surprise. “That means you’ve been seeing her around for a while.”

“Of course I have. I just didn’t want to appear before her. I asked myself where I would even start and if she would be nice to me. I guess I was worried for nothing, because here I am now.”

He looks outside again, stroking his chin with delight. I know he’s looking at her but this time, his head movements and eyes slowly change direction and that’s how I know she’s on her way back inside. Doesn’t he care that I’m right here and seeing this? I’d call him out for it, but it’s not like that’ll stop him later on.

Now that I’ve seen him looking at her so lustfully, I have this desire not to leave her alone with him.

“Hey, did I take too long?” she says as she approaches the table.

“Not at all.” Patrick and I say in unison and it makes me look at him with a poker face, then back at Vanessa.

I get up from my seat, hold onto her chair so she can sit back down and once again, she doesn’t even thank me. What the hell is going on with her?

“I guess I came back just in time because our order is here!” she says, looking over at the waiters as they bring our food.

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Before they can even set everything down at our table, the aromas get me

it’s on the table and it’s just as it appeared on the menu.

“Well, babe, what do you think?” she asks.

“This looks amazing. I’m certain I’m going to enjoy the taste.”

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watering and I can’t wait to try it out. I look down at my food after

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“Then let’s dig in,” she says, pulling her plate closer to the edge. Her perky breasts are right above her plate and it makes it hard not to look. In only a few seconds, I realize that if I’m looking, then Patrick’s looking, so I glance at him and it’s just as I thought. He keeps glancing at them.

“I hope you enjoy your meal,” he says to her with a smile, stealing another glance.

“I definitely will.” She chuckles.

I tighten the grip on my fork, stabbing into the beef. Based on their reaction, it’s a little extreme, so I shift in my seat to compose myself.

As the meat gets closer to my lips, they both look at me in anticipation and I realize it’s because they want to see my reaction to the taste.

A few seconds after I taste the beef, I’m completely blown away by the flavor.

“Wow, this is the best beef I’ve ever had.” I nod with approval.

“I told you earlier that you’d enjoy it,” Patrick says, looking proud that I’m blown away.

While we all enjoy our food, he keeps talking to her about the funny moments from their past and I wonder why he’s doing this right now. He still has those lustful eyes each time he glances at her.

Does she even realize it? Of course she does. That’s why she was so close to him and let him hold her the way he did when she stepped out of the

car.

“Babe,” Vanessa begins, grabbing my attention. “Patrick told me that he saw you yesterday.”

Patrick suddenly coughs a few times, like he’s just choked on his food.

“Are you okay?” She leans toward him with concern.

“I’m fine,” he assures her as their eyes lock.

It makes me want to stab some beef again, but I’ve already run out of it.

“So, where did you see me yesterday?”

My question breaks their eye contact as I turn curious.

“Oh…uh…I was walking along the street and spotted you in your car which stopped at a red light. I could’ve said hi but we were strangers.”

“Well, not anymore.” I shake my head.

“Well, I can’t eat as much as I want to,” Vanessa chimes in, her gaze mostly on Patrick. “I had something to eat a few hours ago and now I realize it was a bad idea. I would’ve loved to finish all this now.”

It’s only now that I realize I didn’t actually know what her favorite meal was. If she mentioned it back when we were getting to know each other, I must’ve forgotten about it because I had little value for her.

“You can always order it again the next time we have lunch together.”

Is Patrick seriously asking her out right in my face?

“Yeah, you’re right.” She nods with enthusiasm.

At this point, I don’t think I can take any more of this. Is he being so bold just because they have a history together? Or is it because of how she hugged him? Whatever the case is, it makes my blood boil.

Just as I put down the fork since I’ve lost my appetite, I receive a phone call from my personal assistant, so I excuse myself and head outside.

Though my plan was to stay with Vanessa as long as she’s around Patrick, it’s something I can’t do anymore as I need to get on my private jet as soon as possible. There’s an important meeting in three hours.

I pace around while my assistant gives me the details and the entire time, I watch Vanessa and Patrick through the glass. She can’t stop laughing with him and they seem even more comfortable with each other now that I’m not there with them.

After the call, I head back inside and it’s only when Patrick sees me that he leans back in his seat.

“Well, I’d love to stay much longer but I have to leave. Something urgent just came up. It was good seeing you, Patrick. Let’s keep in touch so we can play that tennis game and I can win.”

Though my lips curve into a smile, I’m furning inside.

“You’re right about that.” He nods, grinning at me.

Handing him a card, I say, “Here’s my number. Give me a call sometime later. Babe, can I speak to you outside?”

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She looks a little surprised. “Yeah…sure.”

As soon as she gets up from her seat, I firmly hold her hand, looking back at Patrick and he doesn’t seem too amused by the sight of me doing this.

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I bring her right outside where he can still see us, releasing her hand but still standing close to her.

The bodyguards come closer, assuming we’re about to leave, but I gesture to them to give us some space.

“What the hell was that?” I ask her, poking my cheek.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She shrugs, pursing her lips.

“I made it clear in the car and we agreed that there would be no hugs and you’d just shake his hand.”

“I got carried away, okay?” she says, boldly rolling her eyes with her head high.

“Here’s something you need to understand.”

I tuck her loose hair strands behind her ear and she closes her eyes for a moment, as if it’s just sent a shiver down her spine. Without saying the rest of what I want to say, I hold onto the back of her neck and tilt my head, leaning closer.

Widening her eyes, she says, “What are you d-”

“Shut up,” I say to her, smashing my lips on hers for a slow and sensual kiss. Then, I pull away, stroking the side of her face. “You’re my fucking wife.

Act like it.”

She parts her lips to speak, but it seems to take forever, so I kiss her again. This time, I hold onto her waist and she moans against my lips. She wraps her arms around my neck and I smirk, feeling her perky breasts against my chest.

After I pull away, I glance at her cleavage, then lock eyes with her.

“I might be back tomorrow. Is your dress ready for the launch?” I glance at her lips, wanting to taste them again.

She nods. “It’s ready.”

“Make sure you look perfect.”

“I will.”

“Good. Now, come here.”

“What?”

“Just kiss me.”

As I kiss her a third time, I feel a stir in my groin. I need to stop this.

I pull away from her lips and before she opens her eyes and drops her arms from my neck, she subtly bites her lip. Fuck.

“I’m leaving now,” I say to her.

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Opening her eyes and looking right into mine, she only manages to nod as she clears her throat.

I glance at Patrick and he’s been watching, just what I wanted to see and it makes me smirk as I head to my car.

Just before Vanessa’s out of sight I look back at her and that fucking dress continues to tease me.

The ride home is a little faster tha

usual so I

can quickly freshen up, get changed and leave.

Now that I’ve met Patrick and seen their body language when they’re together, they still have feelings for each other. That wasn’t the time, but I’m definitely going to bring it up with Vanessa. I wonder what they’re talking about now that I’m not around. If only I could keep an eye on her. I don’t want anything getting in the way of

plans. I need her.

The car pulls up in my front yard and right when I’m about to step out, my phone beeps, making me look down at the screen with raised eyebrows. It’s the person who’s been texting me. I haven’t heard from whoever this is ever since I asked them when to meet. It seems they’ve finally settled for a day.

“WE’LL MEET THIS SUNDAY. I CAN’T WAIT TO TALK ABOUT YOUR BIGGEST SECRET