The Daring Billionaire’s Wife (Vanessa and Dominic) novel Chapter 135

Vanessa

Dominic’s tone already sounds so confrontational that it makes my heart race. Just so I don't let things get too far, I look away and shrug.

"I still don't want to know anything apart from what you've already told me," I say to him.

He scoffs. "This is unbelievable. Think about it, I've been away for a while and so much has happened."

"It doesn't matter. Let’s keep it that way."

"But-"

"I said it doesn't matter."

He smacks his lips. "Aren’t you the least bit concerned about this?"

I clear my throat to hide the tremble in my voice. "What’s there to be concerned about when you already have it sorted out? You two are back together. That’s it."

"But-"

"What's wrong with you?"  I raise my voice. "Why do you want to explain so badly?"

"You know what?" He clenches his jaw along with his fist. "Fuck it!" He whispers in frustration.

He turns to face the door and approaches it with wide steps and heavy breathing. Then, he slams the door loudly and I even flinch as I stand in place with a hand on my chest to feel my racing heart. What was that just now? Why do I feel so tense by all this?

Taking a deep breath, I roughly take off my clothes, angry at myself for raising my voice at him over his reunion with Carmella. It seems it might take more effort than I initially thought not to care. It also doesn't make it any easier that he really wanted to explain things to me. I don't want to know anything else since I don’t know how it’ll affect me. It’s for this reason that it's best he keeps it all to himself, even though he seems like he has a lot to get off his chest.

Just as I'm about to step into the shower, I notice his clothes on the floor near the bed on the other side, along with his shoes, making me sigh deeply as I shake my head. Before I even bend over to pick them up, the door creaks open, making me look in his direction.

"You’re doing this again," I say to him, a little irritated.

He rolls his eyes, walking past me without saying a word as he shuts the bathroom door

Not even taking a cold shower can help calm me down as I can’t stop thinking about the second image. It also makes me think about all the times Dominic and I were intimate. There was never a moment when I was on top of him. Is that something he really lets happen only when there are feelings involved? Even though I don’t want to care, the unanswered questions make it difficult.

I have so much to say to him, but why would I even say it? Just so he can finally know how I feel or that I'm really hurt by this? No. I also contemplate showing him everything Carmella sent to me, but what difference will it make?

I return to the bedroom to the sight of him reading his book while on his side of the bed. Even though he’s silent, he has a grumpy expression on his face and I wonder if he was this way before I showed up.

In silence, I proceed to dress up, then get in bed to read my own book. We might be doing the same activity right now, something which we have in common but of all the times we've ever done this, I've never felt so irritated. I'm more irritated than when Carmella sent me the first image last night.

Dominic finishes reading before me and closes his book so loudly that I flinch a little, then slowly turn my head to look at him in disbelief. He glares at me, shrugging his shoulders as if asking me what the problem is. I instantly look away because I don’t want to talk to him.

He gets in a sleeping position before I do, facing the other side and shortly after him, I put my book away to turn off the light and get in bed.

Unlike before, I sleep on the very edge of the bed to widen the distance between us as much as possible.

Even though he sounds harsh, his next words surprise me.