Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 23 The next morning, Chelsea dragged herself out of bed after a restless night's sleep.

Her new king-size bed feels so foreign and uncomfortable. Last night, she and Jane ended up so wasted that Shawn and Catherine brought them home. How could she not drown herself in the martini? Dave had just left with the bimbo and she was not happy about it.

However, waking up to her new princess bedroom with its imported curtains and designer walls was still crazy too. Of course, she was used to this, but it had been the other side of her that she buried in Kenya The famous model and elite Chelsea was gone.

Flashes of last night's awkward dinner and meeting Dave at the party skip through her brain, and she feels a sting in the pit of her stomach. Her tense meeting with Dave, the silence from Sebastian, and her sister's pathetic attempt to get them all to become one happy family were all equally unpleasant, not to mention his appearance at Catherine and Shawn's party.

Although, she has to admit that Dave was partly responsible for her sleepless night. His still model-like physique, handsome face, and statuesque figure were enough to make any girl daydream. The very last thing she expected was for him to be here in London. She thought his so-called business central office was in Paris.

She knew the attraction between Dave and her still seemed so intense after their heated exchange. It was still there. No one could deny it. The mixture of tension and desire was driving her crazy. She had no choice but to leave the room after dinner and leave the party so drunk

Then there was the matter of working under him that had her so flustered. On the one hand, she needs a job, but on the other hand, she despises the idea of working for the corporate elite.

Her thoughts ricochet between her morals and her current situation. Of course, she had enough money after paying off her father's debt. But it won't make it for another year and living in London was not easy either. A year volunteering in Kenya took an enormous chunk of her own savings, and the last thing she wanted to do was scab off Christie and her "billionaire fiancée".

She supposed she could view being Dave's PA as a way to make money off Sebastian and Dave. Thus, making her richer? She mentally shook her head.

Yes, that was exactly how she should think of it. Having decided that she will give the position a shot, she now has to figure out how she is going to juggle her attraction to Dave with his arrogant, self-righteous attitude.

She pledged to never let her guard down with him and to never reveal any emotions whatsoever. She will just do what the job entails and avoid any type of personal interaction with him. Yes. That was a great game plan!

She was happy with her decision and let her eyes dance around the bedroom. Soon, a realization hit her: among all the fine furniture and fancy linen, she was the item that did not belong She was the alien here.

Everything else matches and has its place in this mansion, except her. She wanted to be alone." But there were so many what-ifs: his father's former associates, those who wanted her dead, or perhaps... oh god, so many what-ifs. Maybe she was safe here in Sebastian's home?

Her mind drifted to her sister, to Jane's upcoming second wedding. Maybe she was too hard on herself. The drastic change in her lifestyle in Kenya forced a cold feeling upon her and, unfortunately, she became her own punching bag. But no matter how angry she might still be, she should make an effort to understand the change in her sister's life. After all, as long as she was happy, why Sebastian? Why him and why Dave?

"Argh!" she muttered in silent anger. She hated the bastard.

After all, this was her life now. She heads into the en-suite and marvels at the marble floors, exquisite gold sunken bath, and double-headed shower. Next to the shower was a lavish black counter and a crystal vanity mirror surrounded by bright lights. The classy and spacious bathroom reminds her of a fancy hotel Shawn owned. After her shower, she descended the luxurious staircase again and headed towards the dining room. Chelsea wondered where everyone was? The thought of Dave still being an ass made her anxious and somewhat giddy. Sleeping under the same roof as her ex was too weird.

When she does not find anyone, she ventures out into the courtyard overlooking the infinity pool, and it takes her breath away. The statuesque trees and immaculate garden reminded her of a scene from a fairytale.

"Excuse me, Miss Chelsea, would you like some breakfast?" She hears a polite voice say, behind me. She whipped her head around; startled that someone might have been watching her this entire time. She immediately locks eyes with one of the head servants. He looks sharp in his formal penguin suit, which is complemented by pristine white gloves. She was not expecting the staff to be dressed so formally this early in the morning. In all honesty, this whole mansion could have come straight from the set of Downton Abbey.

The thought occurs to her that Sebastian may have a very strict hold over his staff. The idea of servants still irks her, but she will refrain from voicing her opinions. "Oh, good morning. If you could just show me where I can make some toast, it should be fine, "she answered casually. "Oh, that won't be necessary, Miss Chelsea. Your breakfast is prepared and waiting for you in the dining room. My name is Marcel, and am here to escort you."

Unlike her future step brother-in-law, she was not surprised by such silver service, but rather than put Marcel in an awkward position, she followed him back into the mansion.

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