The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Dominic

Now that Carmella has my full attention, she victoriously smirks, crossing her arms and leaning against the headboard.

With a sigh of satisfaction, she says, "Babe, you have to admit that this solid evidence will only make the identity exposure spicy." Even though I know the power she holds with such evidence in her hands, I scoff as I approach her side of the bed.

When I'm close enough, I lean forward and blankly stare into her eyes as I say, "You wouldn't expose that shit and you know why." Her smirk instantly fades as she looks away and because she doesn't argue, I know I'm right.

"If you're done with your nonsense, I have to freshen up so I can leave. Today is extremely important."

"But...but we didn't even spend time together." Her mascara smeared eyes grow wide.

"I came over, didn't I?"

"Yes, but-"

"Enough," I cut her off, my tone low but threatening.

Now that I know the power I hold over her despite her still being a ticking time bomb, I'll take my chances just so I don't have to be near her.

She pouts as a tear rolls down her cheek but that doesn't stop me from getting ready.

I fix my necktie one last time while watching her through the mirror.

"I'm leaving now."

She gets out of bed while fixing her sexy lingerie, stands right in front of me and wraps her arms around me.

"I love you." She rests her head on my chest.

I sigh deeply, wondering what my honest response

should be.

"I said I love you." She looks up at me, her eyes widening in a way that makes her look crazy.

"I heard you the first time." I clench my jaw.

She pokes her cheek in anger as she shakes her head, then pushes herself off her feet to kiss me. As our lips touch, I tell myself to pull away, but no, not this time. I let it go on for a few seconds and she starts touching me but even with that, I just want to leave, so I pull away without hesitation.

"I'm leaving now."

"Why are you being so mean to me?"

I huff. "How is it that you're so blind?" "What?"

"I seriously don't have time for this."

I head downstairs and she chases after me, begging me to stay but I've already tolerated her enough.

Straight from her place, I meet up with Frank and tell him about what happened while I drive.

Raising his eyebrows, he says, "You seriously found a way for her to keep her mouth shut? I didn't know you had the balls for that."

I nod with pride. "It might have looked like I was helpless before, but don't underestimate me .I now know her weakness."

"Then I guess you're the man. Enough about you. I asked you about Mia last time."

"She's in a complicated relationship."

"Well, I'm very good at complicated relationships so hook me up with her. It could be anything. Leave the rest to me." "If you say so."

"Hey, where are you taking me?"

"It's your birthday." I chuckle.

His face brightens up. "And here I am, thinking you forgot!"

"How could I forget something I've been celebrating for years now?"

He rubs his hands together with enthusiasm. "Now, where are we going?"

"Just shut up and wait."

After a twenty minute drive, I pull up at the car dealership and the sales manager leads the way to a car hidden from view.

We stand back as Frank gets closer and it seems he's holding his breath, wondering what he's about to see.

After unveiling the car, he instantly pulls his hair with wide eyes. "What the fuck? The latest Bugatti?"

"Yup."

"It's not even officially on the market yet!"

"I pulled a few strings. Don't forget who I am," I brag.

"This must've been even more expensive."

"Not for me."

He rests his head on the roof of it. Then approaches me with wide steps for a hug.

"Thanks man! I don't even know what else to say. You're the best!"

I chuckle. "I know. Happy birthday."

As he takes several pictures with his new car, I dial Vanessa's number and it takes a while for her to pick up, which makes me wonder if everything is alright back home.

"Hello?" she finally says.

I sigh with relief. "You had me worried for a second there. I thought something bad happened."

"Hey, you worry too much. Even if something were to happen, I have more than enough people here to take care of me. Are you still with Carmella?"

"No. I came back a long time ago. I've been with Frank for four hours now."

"Really?"

"Yes." Frank excitedly approaches me for a fist bump.

"Well, that's great if you're with Frank. After all, it's his birthday. I just realized it."

It sounds like she's smiling.

"How did it go

with Carmella?"

I sigh. "Better than last time."

"Better than last time?" Her tone sounds more serious.

"It's not what you think. I'll tell you about it later. I just wanted to check on you." "Oh, thanks."

Though she sounds disappointed, I don't want to tell her about it on the phone.

After the call ends, I look over at Frank and he shakes his head at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Do you even have to ask? That smile says a lot."

"What smile?" I crease my forehead.

"The fact that you didn't even realize it is crazy. Anyway, let's do a test drive on my new ride over there!"

Whatever's on the menu tonight smells delicious as it wafts its way to my nose while I head to the elevator.

When I open the bedroom door, I find Vanessa struggling with pulling down the zipper of her long but body hugging dress. "Hey, you're back early." She grunts. "I just made dinner."

"You did?" I head straight to her and stand behind her.

She sees me willingly reaching for her zipper and drops her hands to let me do it.

"Yeah, I just felt like doing it myself." She drops her head to the side. "It got a little messy and now I need to freshen up."

"I guess that's why you smell so spicy."

She giggles.

As I pull her hair to one side, my gaze drops to her waist and ass. She's fully covered up, unlike Carmella who was in some sexy lingerie, yet looking at this right now is what awakens a certain desire inside of me.

"Since we spoke, I've been curious about what exactly happened with Carmella."

As I drag the zipper further down, she arches her back a little and I lick my bottom lip at the open zip exposing her back.

"So much happened, but I didn't touch her. At least not like that."

I glance at her in the mirror and catch her smiling.

Her breath hitches at the sensation of my knuckles coming in contact with her skin around the deepest part of her waist and now I just want to do it again. "Then tell me about it," she says quietly.

Standing right behind her while we face the mirror, I can see all her facial expressions and I can tell she's enjoying this a little too much while she keeps her eyes closed but right now, there's no better view than this.

Even as I explain to her what happened with Carmella, I can't stop teasing her back with different techniques, like brushing the ends of her hair against her exposed back and subtly breathing down her neck.

She drops her head to the side a few times and it makes me wonder if she's even heard half of what I just told her.

One step back from her and she'll be able to feel just how hard she's made me right now and though I want to keep my heavy breathing under control, she doesn't seem to hide her own state as her shoulders rise and fall rapidly.

"Do you want to know what's on my mind right now?" I casually ask, glancing at her ass that's right below where the zipper met its lowest end.

"No. Tell me."

Placing my hands on her shoulders, I say, "The food will get cold."

It seems she understands what I'm hinting at as she subtly bites her lip. "We can always warm it up."

"I was just about to say that." My voice is barely above a whisper as I can't take it anymore.

As I swiftly pull down her straps and caress her neck, I press my hard cock against her ass until I have the front of her thighs right against the edge of the table in front of us while we continue facing the mirror.

Only leaving her dress down to her waist, I bend her over, impatiently unbuckle my belt and pull my pants down, all while nibbling on her ear.

We watch ourselves in the mirror as I thrust into her and it seems she's turned by watching the faces she makes when I make her feel so good.

Even though we start out with some of our clothes still on, they soon end up on the floor, then I lift her and drop her on the bed for more.

It seems the more I give it to her, the more she wants me and I actually want her even more. How did I lose this spark for Carmella? What has Vanessa done to me?

After dinner is warmed up and served, we sit at the dining table together and she's right next to me, the glow on her face as she smiles something that boosts my ego again. "You know," she begins, catching my attention. "Mia couldn't stop talking about Frank earlier today."

"Yeah? It was the same thing with Frank."

"I can tell she wants to see him again." She chuckles.

"Frank already wants to see her. He even suggested a small get together here."

She sighs. "Well, that'll have to wait because she won't be around for two weeks."

"I see. I bet he'll be so disappointed when he finds out."

"I'll still pass the message to Mia."

"Frank actually wanted her phone number from me but I said no."

She gasps in surprise. "It was the same thing with Mia. The only way they'll have each other's numbers is when they give them out themselves."

I firmly nod, impressed. "I'm glad we're on the same page."

We smile at each other for a few seconds at how we handled the same situation in the exact same way, but suddenly, her smile fades quickly and she sighs. "What's on your mind?" I ask.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

"I know you have everything under control with Carmella now that you know what she's afraid of, but what if she gets to a point where she can't take it anymore and just snaps?"

I close my eyes and lean back in my seat as I think of the possibility and it ruins my appetite a little. How confident am I that Carmella won't snap one day?