Billionaire's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 19

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.