The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic

My heart skips a beat as I quickly place my hands on the sides of Vanessa's face, the light in the corridor making it possible for me to look at her face.

"No fucking way," I firmly say to her. "I need you and you know that."

She chuckles bitterly. "But for how long? Tell me."

I sigh. "You should get on the bed."

"No. I need to know. It might not matter to you, but it does to me, so say it."

No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to give her an answer and it's because I don't know what to say.

At the same time, I can't stand the thought of divorcing her right now. I know she's only saying this because she's hurt and drunk, but I still can't stand it and I wonder if she'll still say the same thing when sober. As soon as I loosen the hold I have on the sides of her face, she falls toward me and presses her face right against my chest.

She says something but because it's all muffled, I look down at her and say, "What was that?"

Once again, she speaks but I can barely make sense of the words coming out of her mouth. It's not just because of the position of her lips on my chest, but also her extremely drunken state.

While still holding her, I once again randomly pat on different parts of the wall, moving to different spots with a firm grip on her waist and the entire time, she just groans in my chest. Whatever she's saying seems to be intense as she keeps hitting my chest with a fist, her hits barely making an impact. I almost can't feel a thing. That's how weak she is right now.

Finally, I find the light switch, making me sigh with relief. The room lights up and I shake my head at how she can't even keep her eyes open.

Now that I can look around, I spot the bed and it's on the other side of the room. Seeing that she won't be able to do this on her own, I scoop her up bridal style and she rests her head on my chest. I keep looking at her thigh slit and her cleavage as I approach the bed. Having her so close doesn't make it any easier not to have certain thoughts.

While still checking her out, my eyes travel down her sexy legs and I end up looking at her heels. It's only now that I realize she shouldn't be going to bed with her shoes on and I intend to help her with that.

I get to the bed, placing her right on the edge so she can sit but as soon as I step away, she drops her head on it with a loud thud and that leaves me concerned. I move closer while on my knees, placing the palm of my hand on the back of her head.

"You need to be more careful," I say to her.

She only scoffs as I reach for a soft pillow and place her head on it.

As I push her hair back, my eyes travel down her body again but immediately remind myself of what I'm here for. With that in mind, I get off the bed and crouch down right in front of her, but that doesn't make it any easier because this sight makes me want to see more.

As I begin taking off the first heel, my eyes travel up her thick thighs. It takes everything in me not to spread her legs since the last thing I'd want to do is fuck her while she's drunk. I wouldn't even bring myself to do it after her blunt rejection.

Taking a deep breath to control myself, I keep my gaze only on her lower leg, her soft groans still filling my ears.

"Bathroom," she says quietly.

I know she won't be able to go there on her own, so I hurry with taking off the other heel.

"Come on," I say to her, pulling her up from the bed.

"I need to use the bathroom," she says slowly.

"I know. Let's go."

Though I firmly hold her by the waist, I try so hard not to touch her in certain parts of her body, but she makes it difficult as she leans on me for support and drags her feet. Realizing she can't use her feet, I carry her in my arms and only speak once I'm in the bathroom and put her down.

"We're here," I say to her, still holding her.

She nods., unable to keep her head upright. "Shit! I think I overdid it," she says.

"I told you so." I nod with pride.

"Get out."

Though I should give her the privacy she needs, it gets difficult to leave since I'm certain that the moment I let her go, she'll just drop to the floor.

Coming up with an idea, I bring her closer to the toilet so she can have something to support her balance.

Then, I slowly let go and she stands still, her balance unsteady but supported by the toilet right behind her calves.

I face the other side, certain she'll be fine and I slowly walk out of the bathroom, waiting for the possibility that she still might fall.

Though it takes me a while to get

out, I notice that I've heard nothing, so I look back and my heart instantly starts racing as Vanessa pulls her thong down her thighs. I know this is the moment I should leave, but watching her do this makes my cock hard as I imagine her bare pussy underneath her dress. She doesn't even seem to notice that I'm here as she keeps her eyes shut.

She finally sits down and I head out, closing the door and resting the back of my head right against it as I imagine her slowly sliding down her thong. The bulge in my pants only seems to get bigger the longer think about her like that. I should've been downstairs, drinking with everyone else since I'm far from

being during, yet here I am, having to

deal with this situation.

"Dominic?"

Vanessa's voice catches my attention, so I turn around and knock on the door, waiting for her to allow me to come in but that moment never comes. Instead, she lazily calls my name again as the toilet flushes. With the assumption that it's alright for me to go in, I open the door and my eyes widen at how she's still seated, leaning over and just a few seconds away from falling face first.

I rush over to her, holding her by the sides of her arms so she can get up. As soon as she's upright, I notice her underwear still hanging around her ankles and just like that, I begin to get hard again.

On any other day, she wouldn't let me be this close while she's looking like this, but I know that she genuinely needs my help.

"Hold onto me," I say to her as I crouch down.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

She places both hands in my hair with great struggle.

Fighting the temptation to spread her legs and eat her pussy right here, I close my eyes, pulling up her underwear. Just as I get closer to her hips, she lifts the front part of her dress with one hand, the sight of her bikini area making me even harder.

I know she's only done it so I can put on her underwear, but this only makes me want to fuck her even more. Despite my desires, I remind myself that she wouldn't want this and it makes me swiftly pull up her thong and pull down her dress.

I carry her in my arms again while still yearning for what won't happen tonight, still glad she didn't lash out at me because of the amount of alcohol in her system.

As soon as I place her on the bed, she falls asleep right away, making me take a step as I watch her curl up.

I know she only put up with my presence because she needed my help. She's still mad at me and I'm determined to change that. Stroking my chin, I begin to wonder about executing Frank's suggestion tomorrow. With an obvious possibility that the plan might not work, what the fuck will I do?