Billionaire's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21 “Maybe he had a reason, dear,” Jane muttered. “It’s not too late to do that, is it?” Catherine asked, righteous indignation lighting up her face. “He shouldn’t get away with that! But I can talk to him and slap the asshole in the face for you.

That’s her, Catherine: valiant champion of underdogs everywhere. She felt a rush of affection for her best friend and gave her a little shoulder shove. “I saw him earlier, in my sister-fiancée’s mansion.” “Woah! My Dave? The asshole didn’t even bother to see me?” Catherine asked. “I ignored the hell out of him and he offered me a job.” Jane smirked. “I know where this is going.” “Trust me, Jane, I’m going to make him pay for hurting the hell out of me.”

Catherine sighed, “Ah, that smarmy jerkwad would just have an excuse ready and waiting. Believe me, he’s agreed with so many of his advisors’ opinions that the man thinks the sun shines out of his ass and is responsible for our temperate London climate.” Jane made a sympathetic noise. “That sucks. Sorry, it’s so hard right now.”

“He’ll get what’s coming to him eventually,” Chelsea prophesied, though she wasn’t sure how that was ever going to happen, especially when she had trouble getting him to just leave her alone. Maybe an intervention by the alien? “Catherine, I don’t want to spend this whole evening moaning about Dave. Let’s talk about something happy, like kittens or my imminent business success or how cute you look in that dress. Present from Shawn?” “Bought this one myself, actually,” Catherine said proudly. “From a designer, I discovered while we were in Paris. Although—” and her eyes sparkled with mischief-“you could say that what I’m wearing underneath is a present for Shawn. From me, and indirectly, from you.” “You go, girl!” Jane said. “Damn, but I remember when it was like pulling teeth to get you to wear my designs for a man. She later added in a mocking tone, “Chelsea, he’s an asshole,” and “I don’t like him like that, he’s just my boss,” and “Okay, Chelsea, we slept together and it was amazing, but now he’s brooding at me like he’s the president of the United States with fake blonde hair”

Jane’s laughter echoed “I never said that, Chelsea,” Catherine said, laughing and giving them both a playful shove. You’re the one with all the fancy literary references; I just go for my spy shows and the occasional movie. Though if you’re looking for a hottie, I think Mr. Dark and Broody over there have been giving you the eye.” Chelsea followed her gaze to a waiter who indeed had a very brooding brow, with a low tumble of dirty blonde hair, flashing dark eyes and slacks that clung nicely to all his… attributes.

“Mmm, yummy,” she agreed. “I can’t go hit on someone on the job, though; I get enough people doing that to me all day long to ever turn it around.” I spared him one last regretful look. Oh, but those shoulders would look nice framed against my bedspread…” “Girl, we need to find you a distraction,” Jane said, slinging her arm around Chelsea and Catherine’s shoulders. Catherine added, “Want me to be your wingman? Shawn’s got a lot of yachting friends that would catch your eye. And possibly also other parts of your anatomy. So. See anything you like?

Jane laughed again. Chelsea noticed that she was happier and more relaxed these days than she had ever seen her before in her life. And she was happy for her. Of course, she was. Really.

But it was just hard, sometimes, to realize Jane had gone from the happy-go-lucky friend with a bag of good advice to the moping downer who needed to be cheered up.

“Jane, how’s that wedding coming along, by the way?” Catherine asked, in a change of topic, so transparent Chelsea could have used it in manufacturing windows. “Got everything sorted

out?'”