Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 19

“There you are, Chelsea. Have a seat. Remember, Dave?” Christie suddenly said and smiled at Dave,

looking over to where she was still standing in the doorway.

Oh my God. How the hell was he here? Chelsea thought to herself as her heart hammered.

She remained motionless as Dave rose from his seat, approached her, and extended his hand to greet

her. “Hi, Chelsea. It’s nice to see you again,” he said, flashing an attractive smile that left her

breathless. Dave looked at her like she was the only person in the room, his eyes wreaking havoc on

her already confused mind. Chelsea couldn’t believe her eyes.

Dave and Sebastian shared the same towering and slender frame, but that was where their similarities

end. Where Sebastian wore an expensive suit, Dave wore a pair of jeans and a leather jacket in a bad

boy way that melted her heart.

Dave’s piercing blue eyes make her knees quiver as she becomes lost in their intense gaze. Oh God,

how she missed him so much. What the hell happened to them anyway?

“What the hell are you doing here, Dave?” She muttered, her angry gaze apparent. She noticed how he

had the resemblance of a movie star with his wavy brown hair slicked back neatly, thick manicured

eyebrows, straight nose, and chiselled features. God, she missed him terribly.

“Come on, Chelsea, Sebastian and I are friends…”

“I know, so you know I’m back?”

“Yes.”

“Then what the hell do you think you’re doing? I thought you didn’t want to see me ever?”

Wait to go, Chelsea. You totally nailed that. She thought to herself.

“Chelsea-”

“Don’t-” She intruded and looked at her sister and Sebastion, who seemed rather smiling at each other.

“Christie, you knew this?” “Well,” her sister stammered, “Um-Peter invited Dave. I can’t say no to my

son, can’t I?” Her eyes darted away from Dave as she rolled her eyes at her sister. She felt like Dave’s

smile left her feeling like a shy schoolgirl. She walked forward and took a seat opposite him, next to

Christie. “Where is Peter?” “Already in bed, dear… Too tired to even lift a finger after his playtime with

Dave earlier.” “Oh,” she grumbled under her breath. Christie had failed to warn her that the man was

here and looked exactly one year ago like he could have come straight out of a fashion magazine.

She desperately tried to retain her composure and ignored the burning desire surging through her. She

wanted nothing but to run away from him and ran as fast as she could. She had

broken his heart and he had broken hers. She made him choose, her or his career, but Dave chose the

latter and told her that he had to finish something. Of course, it broke her heart. She doesn’t want any

more gun fights, any more running around the bush, but Dave was under the impression that if they

didn’t break up, he would endanger her life. She mentally shook her head. She didn’t want to

remember.

“So, Chelsea…” Dave began, sitting back down at the table. She felt herself getting wet over the sound

of her name slipping through his sexy lips. “Christie told me you are going to be my new PA.” Her eyes

widened, her forehead creased, and she looked at her sister and Sebastian, “Are you kidding me?”

Christie raised her brow and shook her head. “Dear, I thought you were looking for a job?” She silently

motioned for her to just go with the flow while Sebastian took Christie’s hands and kissed them, which

made her sister swoon. Chelsea rolled her eyes and uttered to Dave, without looking at his intense

gaze, “Well, I haven’t decided to be there yet.” I need some more to consider.”

“What’s there to consider? It’s not like you have employers knocking at your door,” he chuckled,

shooting his friend a quick glance. Sebastian returned the smile.

Great. Another conceited asshole was joining the family. This day could not get any better. In truth, she

should have known that any friend of the former brooding Sebastian would be arrogant and insolent.

Damn, if only Dave were not so damn gorgeous.

She glared at him, getting ready to give him a piece of her mind. “You’re right about that. I don’t have

employers knocking on my door. But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to be at the beck and call of a

spoiled little rich man who seems to prefer his job over anything else in this world.”

His smile faded and raised a brow. It had not been expecting me to fire back at him. She guessed

someone like Dave was not used to being treated the same as everyone else. Her heart began to beat

quickly, and she swallowed hard before turning away. But she still feels his eyes on her, irritated by her

bold comment. “You know, I have my reasons to choose those things, Chelsea,” Dave murmured, his

voice trembling a little. “Oh really? That your treasure hunting is more important than the something

else?” Hmp. OK well, let’s move on from the topic, shall we?” Christie chimed in, ready to break the

tension again. Chelsea peered up to see him nod at her in agreement. After an awkward dinner in

which she barely ate anything, she decided to make her exit. “May I be excused?” She asked politely,

rising from her seat. Dave watched my every move. Even though she thought he was a total jerk, she

could not deny her heart was beating so hard.

She needs some air to calm her nerves. “Get a good night’s sleep, Chelsea,” Sebastian said

pleasantly. It was the first time he had spoken to her since she joined them at the table. Like Christie,

he seemed quite discomfited by her heated exchange with his friend. Who doesn’t? The two knew what

happened back then.

“Good night, sweetheart,” Christie added, giving her a wave. She refused to look at Dave for fear that

she might be pulled in once again by those deep azure eyes.

“Good night, Chelsea. I do hope to see you at the office tomorrow,” he said, with all the sweetness of a

scathing asshole. “Good night,” she said with boredom and rolled her eyes.

The one thing that she wanted Dave to take away from tonight was that she was a woman who made

her own choices. No one oversaw her. No matter how affluent and charming they were. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

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