The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Chapter 36 

Vanessa 

Not only does Dominic’s words make my eyes widen a little, but the way he took out his belt makes me flinch. 

“What did you just say?” Lask with an effort. 

“Don’t act surprised,” he says, firmly holding his belt. “You knew this was coming” 

“But…why?” I get out of my seat and take a step back. 

“I just told you why. Weren’t you listening?” He shakes his head at me. 

I’m so nervous that I cross my arms over my chest. “But I thought we said we’d never do it.” 

“I know we said we’d never do it, but things are different now.” 

He throws his belt across the floor, then steps forward and I instantly start moving backward. It’s only when my back hits the wall that I stop moving. He stands just an inch away from me as he looks into my eyes, his expression a little too serious. 

“Let me make something clear to you right now. Don’t start getting any ideas and thinking I actually want to fuck you. I’m only doing this because I need my father to have his grandchildren, That’s why on the day that I intend to get you pregnant, we’ll make sure it counts.” 

His words give me some relief and I drop my crossed arms. From the way he’s made it sound, it’s not happening right now. I’m glad it’s not. There was just something about the way he pulled out his belt and advanced toward me that made me think it was the case. 

“Did you already get your period?” he asks. 

It takes me a moment to respond as I didn’t expect such a question. “I’m… I’m getting it in three days! 

He raises his eyebrows with a scoff. “I’m surprised you keep track of your cycle.” Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Why wouldn’t I keep track of it?” 

“What’s the point? It’s not like you have to practice safe sex or/some shit like that.” 

“And who says that’s the only reason to track my cycle? I do it so I can always prepare myself.” 

“Whatever, and you can calm down now.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“I can tell you’re still uneasy. I’m not fucking you for at least two weeks, so relax” 

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I didn’t think I was that obvious, but now I feel how tense my shoulders are, so I relax them. And what a way for him to suddenly change the 

topic. 

Just when I compose myself, he takes a few steps back while looking down at himself, unzips his pants and pulls them down to his ankles, revealing his gray boxer briefs and toned thigh muscles. 

Before my eyes can land on a specific part, I get away from that spot and sit down in front of the mirror to focus on taking off my earrings. 

But my efforts to not look at him while jie’s like that prove to be futile, as he walks right behind me and I see the side profile of his crotch in the mirror. Even though I pull my gaze away, I find myself looking back at him. Every part of him is sculpted to perfection, but seeing him 

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almost naked is sending a wave of emotions through me right now. 

I feel like I need to say something, but what can I even say to him in this situation? 

The moment he heads to the bathroom, I lean back in my seat and place a hand on my chest as I try to calm down. 

Suddenly, the door opens and his hand pops out to drop the boxer briefs. 

“Seriously?” I whisper under my breath in disbelief. 

After the door closes again, the water starts running and I just sit there, looking around at the mess on the floor. His boxer briefs are right near the bathroom door, his shoes are far apart just like his socks, his shirt and jacket are on the bed, his belt’s under my chair and his pants are right behind the back legs. Does he usually do this? 

As I continue to look around, my eyes land on the red nightgown on the small table. Just by looking at it, I’m reminded of how he compared me to Carmella. I’m definitely putting it on. 

I plan on reading the book I’ve placed on top of my nightgown after I freshen up, but I’m so eager to start that I pick it up and begin right 

away. 

But just as I finish reading the first page, it becomes more difficult for me to focus. The mess Dominic made with his clothes and shoes bothers me until I can’t take it anymore. 

I put the book aside and start by picking up his pants until I have almost everything in my hands. 

When I reach the bathroom door to pick up his boxer briefs, I bend over while facing the door and just then, he opens it. 

Naturally, my eyes travel upward from his feet and I soon notice the white towel at his knees. Realizing that’s all he has on, I instantly take a step back, straighten up and turn around. 

“What the hell are you 

are you doing?” he asks, coming to the other side and towering over me. 

To avoid eye contact, I look down, but that only makes my heart race. He’s dripping wet and that only accentuates his abs. I even glance at his Adonis belt before looking away. 

When I struggle to find my words, he just walks away from me while shaking his head. Now that he can’t see me, my gaze lingers on his wet body and it makes me nervous just knowing that underneath that towel is absolutely nothing else. 

He begins to unwrap his towel and seems so carefree that I feel like I know what’s coming, and I don’t want to see it, so I quickly head to the 

bathroom. 

Was he just going to drop his towel in my presence? I wonder. 

sisha 

As soon as I enter the bathroom, my jaw drops as I shake my head. Everything’s a mess, from the mat, to the shampoo bottle, even the sponge. Well, it looks like I’ll have to take care of this as well. 

Just as I get ready to arrange everything in order, I realize I was so quick to get away from him before he dropped the towel that I rushed into the bathroom with his clothes. 

With a sigh, I set them on the shelf, then put everything in what I believe is its rightful place. 

I awkwardly stand there after I’m done, waiting a few more minutes before heading out. I don’t want to walk in when he’s butt naked. 

A few minutes later, I return to the bedroom and he’s already in some shorts and a shirt. It makes it easier to be around him, but his wet hair still makes him look more attractive, something I hate to admit to myself. 

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“Where do you usually keep your dirty clothes?” ask. 

“Just over there,” he says, pointing in a certain direction without looking up from his phone. “You didn’t have to pick it all up.” 

“It was bothering me. I like everything around me tidy.” 

“What the hell are you trying to say about me?” 

“I don’t know. That’s for you to figure out.” 

Dominic 

I don’t know what Vanessa is getting at, but I don’t like it at all. 

“I’m sleeping on the couch,” she says, making me look up from my phone. 

“Why?” 

She sighs. “Because I’m not comfortable sharing the same bed with you.” 

“I told you before and I’ll say it again, you need to get over yourself. You’re not all that. Besides, I had made the decision to sleep on the couch earlier, but you know what? Fuck that decision. It seems you really think you’re something special, but you’re not.” 

“How could I forget?” She rolls her eyes at me. 

I clench my jaw at her, but I still have more to say. “The bed is big enough for both of us. Just look at it. I won’t even hear you breathe if you sleep on the other end. Sleep on the couch if you want, but you’re not doing me a favor. I can easily handle myself around you. Get that through your head.” 

“Fine,” she sits down in front of the mirror. 

“Fine.” 

I should be looking down at my phone to reply to Carmella’s text, but I can’t seem to look away as Vanessa brushes all her luscious hair to one side, and she takes her time with it. Her movements are so graceful that it’s actually ridiculous. It’s going to be a mess by the time she wakes up tomorrow morning, so what’s the point? 

As she continues slowly brushing through her hair, it violently thunders outside and she Cinches so hard that she drops the brush. I look away, but find it so hilarious that I hold in my chuckle. She clears her throat, gets up from her seat and heads to the bathroom like nothing just happened. 

Now that I’m alone I don’t have to hold in my laugh, so I let it out, but she suddenly opens the door to pick up her nightgown. 

“Hey, I forgot to ask you something important,” she says. 

“What is it?” 

“What time do you sleep?” 

“I don’t have a specific time, but I like to read before I sleep.” 

“Me too.” She heads to the bathroom again. 

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I’m actually surprised. I didn’t think she liked to read before going to bed. I actually thought she got the book so she could read it tomorrow, but I guess not 

Just as the water starts running in the bathroom, I reply to Carmella’s text. 

Once it’s sent, I find myself thinking about how flustered Vanessa was when I told her I intended to get her pregnant. She looked scared and not ready. It’s obviously because she’s a virgin. That’s also why she was awkward when I came out of the bathroom with only a towel. 

But I meant what I said to her, The only reason I’ll be fucking her is to get her pregnant and nothing else. 

I still can’t believe she thinks she’s that special. I’ve seen it all from my babe. Nothing’s surprising anymore. She actually thinks she would have an effect on me? What a joke. 

As I keep texting my babe, I think about how she doesn’t need to know about my plans for Vanessa and I, at least not for now. She’ll just lose 

1. it. 

Just then, the bathroom door creaks open. From the corner of my eye, the red color is so striking that I can’t help but look over and when I see Vanessa, my phone slips from my hands. Fuck.