The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Vanessa

Of all the things Dominic could've possibly said to me at this moment this wasn't one of them and it makes my jaw drop in surprise.

"Are you serious?" I ask quietly.

He casually nods and says. "Of course I am."

"But-"

"Listen to me." He continues to tower over me. "Your dad said so much that night and it really had me thinking a lot, just as I told you before. That's why I need to have you close. I won't let anything happen during this period and what better way than to have you in the same bedroom with me?"

The only time I've ever been in Dominic's bed was when we made love. Other than that, I was never there and this for me, is so unexpected that I can't help but smile.

"You really want me in the same bedroom as you?" I ask, feeling my cheeks tingle a little.

"Yes, just so I can keep an eye on you." His voice is firm.

I nod, but sigh. "Then what was the point of taking out all my cosmetics? My dressing mirror is now empty. I could always do what I want here and then sleep in your bedroom at night."

"No. If we're doing this, we're doing it all the way, so what do you say?"

"Fine," I say to him, trying to stay composed.

He sighs with satisfaction. "Good. Now, come with me."

"Where?"

"Our bedroom. There's something I need to show you."

I follow behind him, smiling to myself again because it means so much to me that whatever he discussed with my father had an impact on him.

He opens the door, then leaves it open for me so I can walk in and this time, it feels different because it's my new bedroom.

The first thing that catches my full attention are a few of my clothes on the bed.

"Did you bring all my clothes here?" I glance in his direction.

"No, only the ones that I could see. I didn't want to touch too much of your stuff, just in case I would end up touching something private. This was just for start." Looking over at his dressing mirror, I notice the large box right by the corner on the floor.

"I've never seen that before," I say to him, pointing at the box.

"That's where I put all your cosmetics."

I smile a little. "You make it sound like you packed everything yourself."

"I did." He firmly nods.

"Why didn't you get the butlers or the maidservants to do it?"

"No." He comes closer. "Now that you're pregnant, I'll only ask for help from others if I can't do something myself. As long as I can, I will."

My heart flutters once again and I give him a nod as our eyes lock. Just so I don't get carried away, I look to the side and clear my throat, but he speaks before I can. "Have you ever looked inside my wardrobe?"

I look around as I think about it, then raise my eyebrows as I shake my head. "Now that you've mentioned it, I don't think I've ever done that."

He chuckles, heading over to the wardrobe to open the doors for me.

I get closer, looking at all his clothes neatly hanging and I nod as I say, "I guess I'll have to make space for myself."

He shakes his head, walking inside

the wardrobe and I raise my eyebrows. fn only a few seconds, he's out of sight, making me curious. I quickly follow behind him and my eyes widen at all the available space in the back. It almost feels like another room in which one can fit

some furniture.

"There's more than enough space for you in here," he says, standing behind me. "Despite how many clothes I have, I can never fill up this place but with you here, that's about to change." "What's that supposed to mean?" I raise an eyebrow, looking back at him before I can even face him with my entire body.

"You know exactly what I'm trying to

say. Don't even get me started on your shoe collection." He glances at his wristwatch. "I'll have to leave soon.thave an important meeting. Get Some help to unpack

everything."

"I can do this myself. I need a distraction anyway."

He pauses before responding, then nods in understanding. "I guess I'll see you in the evening," he says, stepping out of the wardrobe.

"Wait." I call out to him before he can leave the bedroom.

"What is it?" He looks back at me with concern.

"I need to have a word with you before you leave." I stand right in front of the large bed.

"Did something happen?" He approaches me again.

"Not really?" I shake my head.

"Then why do you sound serious?"

"Because this is important for me. You're the one who wants me here, right?"

"Of course that's why I brought your cosmetics here."

"Which means this is no longer just your bedroom. It's my bedroom, too."

"Of course."

"And that also means I get to decide what happens here, right?" I ask.

He scoffs. "I have no idea where this conversation is going, but let's see."

I cross my arms and say, "I only have one condition for you if you want me to be here. Otherwise, I'll be okay going back to my bedroom."

"No. That's not happening."

"That's why you need to agree to my condition."

"Fine. What is it?"

"You need to stop making a mess with your clothes."

"Seriously?" He shakes his head in disbelief.

"Come on. You know I'm right."

He sighs. "Does it bother you that much?"Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Of course it does."

"But that's why we have the maidservants here." He shrugs.

"No." I firmly shake my head. "Just because we have them doesn't mean you should be messy. Do that if you want, but not around me. It's okay if you don't want to. I'll just sleep in my bedroom."

"No you're not. You're staying right here with me." He chuckles in disbelief as he playfully rolls his eyes. "Fine, I'll be more mindful."

I smile at him as I look away but suddenly, a sharp pain in my stomach makes me grunt loudly, sending him into a state of panic.