Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 31

Chapter 31 “Fuck that feels good.” His touch became even harder as we pushed against each other. I

couldn’t speak anymore, the feeling was too overpowering as I started having trouble moving, and then

I couldn’t move at all. Suddenly I began writhing underneath him and putting my hand on his chest. I

pushed my head back against the pillow and then was turning my head from side to side involuntarily

as my body spasmed, squeezing down hard on his shaft even tighter as I came. I could barely make

out his face through the haze, biting his lip and moaning slightly. He let go of my ankles and I held him

close, unbelievably, still cumming as his body started jerking. We moved together as we kissed

passionately. I pushed against him as he shuddered all over, enjoying the last few shivers going

through our bodies at the same time as we caught our breath and my eyes started readjusting.

Suddenly, there comes a loud knock on the door and we both jolt up in surprise. “Mr. Brown. Your three

o’clock meeting is about to begin in the boardroom.” “Shit!” Dave exclaims, jumping up to put his pants

and trousers back on. I cannot help but laugh at the sight of him.

“It’s not funny, Chelsea,” he says with a chuckle and places a small kiss on my forehead. “Come in, it

kind of is,” I quip, following suit by getting dressed quickly. He places one last quick kiss on my lips

while I head towards the door, adjusting my clothes just before I open it and step out.

Luckily for me, all my tasks have been completed for the day and I do not have to hang around for

Diane to come asking questions with that attitude of hers.

I gather up my things from my desk and make my way downstairs. A part of me almost does not want

to leave. I would have liked to stay until Dave finished his meeting and we headed to Sebastian’s

mansion together. No, better yet, I want to still be laying with him in his office, wrapped in his arms and

listening to each beat of his heart.

“Miss Chelsea, Mr. Brown is downstairs. He would like to see you.”

I freeze at the sound of Marcel’s voice outside my door. I have been locked in my room since I returned

from the mansion a few hours ago, away from the prying eyes of my sister.

But I am not ready to face Dave or anyone else.

I need more time to think about what just happened back at the office.

I need more time to process my feelings. I need more time to figure out what the hell I just slept with my

soon-to-be stepbrother.

What I did was so uncharacteristic that it has left me somewhat ashamed. Having sex in my boss’s

office, with my boss, my ex, in the middle of the day was for slutty secretaries.

“Miss Chelsea?” Marcel repeats when I do not answer

I have no idea what Dave wants to say to me, but I know he is not accustomed to waiting. It is only a

matter of time before he bypasses Marcel and knocks on my door himself.

“Tell him I will be down soon,” I call out, trying to sound indifferent. I cannot risk Dave being up here in

my room. Not in such an intimate setting. It would be too tempting for both of us.

Composing myself and taking a few deep, calm breaths, I venture downstairs.

When I approach the top of the staircase, my pulse quickens. Just this morning, I blasted her for being

a trophy wife and ridiculed her for being engaged to a billionaire like Sebastian. And now, here I am,

falling hard for Dave again while being his PA. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Perhaps Christie and I are not so different after all?

Dave stands at the bottom of the stairs and gazes up at me. He looks regal and sophisticated as usual.

As I make my way down to meet him, his blue eyes appear to zoom in on me with every step. “I have

been waiting for you for almost ten minutes,” he says, his voice thick with agitation. “Sorry… I wasn’t

decent,” I lied. I have to fight the urge to reach out and touch those soft lips of his.

“Fair enough. I can accept that. Now, will you go on a date with me?” The question bewilders me at

first. Did he just ask me out on a date?

“I beg your pardon?” Dave chuckles. “Chelsea, will you go out with me. Marcel is bringing a few

dresses to your room for you to choose from.” My eyes widen as my jaw drops. “Right now!?” I ask, my

voice rising to a surprisingly high volume.

“Yes.”

“Dave I don’t think I can.”

He leans in to whisper in my ear. “Please, Chelsea. I need to be close to you. We have no privacy

here.”

I let out a deep sigh when I feel his breath in my ear. In a split second, I go from resisting his request to

accepting it. My desire to be with him too overpowers all logic. “All right,” I murmur as my knees grow

weak. He locks eyes with me. “Go get dressed. I’ll be waiting here for you.” I make my way up the

stairs quickly, trying to rewind what just happened in my mind. It all happened so fast.

When I enter my room, I see two gorgeous dresses laid out on my bed, one red and one black; each

accentuated with matching accessories and heels.

Something tells me this date has been planned long in advance. Dave knew I would give in to

his request. I cursed myself at my lack of restraint towards him, but when I felt the sensation of his hot

breath against my skin, I lost all sense. I am a little mad about the way he has crippled my emotions

and the effect he has on me. I need to build some defiance again, and I need to do it before I lose

myself to all his advances. But despite my conflicting feelings, when I step in front of the mirror, wearing

the black dress, I cannot help but be impressed by my reflection. It accentuates my curves in all the

right places and the heels give me the kind of height reserved for runway models. By now I have also

mastered how to do my makeup and my face shimmers with beauty. When I make my way into the

living room, Dave stands over by the fireplace. His face is turned down as if he is lost in deep thought. I

stare at him for a few moments. He seems so withdrawn and distant. “I’m ready,” I say softly. Dave

looks up and seems impressed by the sight of me. “My goodness, Chelsea. You look simply stunning.”

I feel my face flush red and shift my feet uncomfortably. He always knows how to bring out my shyness.

“Thank you. The dress is beautiful.” “I knew you would like it,” he says, beaming. “Shall we go?”

He walks over to me and offers his elbow. I slip my arm through it, our arms now interlocked. In only a

few days, our relationship has developed so fast that it is hard to remember life before him. The tension

and animosity I felt towards him when we first met, has now been replaced with fervent desire. And as

much as I try to deny it, I am crazy about him. I’m going to get my heart broken again. She knew it. But

ignored it nonetheless. He leads me outside to the waiting SUV. “Wow, Miss Chelsea. You look

splendid,” the driver says pleasantly. “Thank you,” I smile sweetly. “Hey, hands off the driver. Chelsea is

mine for this evening,” Dave jokes. We enter the lavish car and Dave sits close to me. I cuddle up to

the warm fabric of his suit. Our fingers entwine right before his lips press against the skin of my neck. I

shiver as they travel the length of it and then back up to my lips. His tongue crashes into mine and I

melt in his embrace. His fingers slip into the cleavage of my dress, cupping my left breast firmly. The

passionate kiss continues for a few moments before he releases and I reluctantly pull away. We stare

deep into each other’s eyes. My vision is foggy and my breathing is heavy. We say nothing for the rest

of the journey.

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