Billionaire's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33 “Running late this morning, Miss Chelsea?” The driver chuckles, opening the door to the SUV.

“Yes. I’m afraid I am.”

“Not to worry. I’ll get you to London as soon as possible.”

“Thank you. You’re a lifesaver.”

Not that I am excited about going to work. But I also do not want to make things obvious by being tardy.

For now, I just want everything to be normal. At least, until I have gathered all the dirty facts about the company and maybe dug something Just under thirty minutes later, the driver pulls up to the familiar Brown Inc. skyscraper.

“Thanks. Pick me up at five o’clock as per usual, please,” I say, jumping out of the car.

“Okay, Miss Chelsea. Have a good day.”

I race to the elevator and wait impatiently for it. When the bell rings and I enter the tiny space, I am relieved to be alone with my thoughts again.

I wonder what Dave’s behaviour will be towards me? The last time we spoke was in a verbal brawl. But something tells me that he might play it cool, especially at work; after all, he does not want to appear tyrannical in front of his “oh-so-respected employees.

When the elevator doors finally open, I am greeted by another typical workday scene at Brown Inc. Perfectly dressed employees are milling around the offices, sifting through files and talking on the telephone. I notice Diane at the front desk She has on her usual bright red lipstick and her hair is pinned in a perfect bun. “Hey there! Running a little late I see,” she says playfully.

“Yeah…sorry about that.” “Oh, you don’t need to apologise to me. But Mr. Brown wants to see you. He told me to send you in as soon as you got here. My heart begins to race. I was not expecting to be summoned to Dave’s office the moment I stepped through the door.

My biggest fear is another heated argument and that things will get out of hand between us. I desperately want to know more about what he and Sebastian are doing in Kenya. But that conversation can not take place here.

I pause when I reach his door. My palms become sweaty. I grip the handle tightly, turn it, and make my way inside.

Upon entering, I hear Dave mumbling while seated at his desk. He is hunched over some documents while he talks on the telephone.

He lifts his head, locks eyes with me, and signals for me to sit.

As I wait for him to finish the call, his beauty suckles me in. His slender fingers are scribbling something down on a piece of paper, and his hair is waxed back neatly. I focus on his full lips as he continues to speak. No wonder my mind is amuck.

In a matter of seconds, I go from furious to lustful for him.

I shake my head to suppress such thoughts and straighten in my seat.

“Sorry, Chelsea, that was an important business call,” he finally says, hanging up the phone. His demeanour is cool and calm; much more relaxed considering what took place last night. “No problem,” I say, indifference abounding. Dave rises from his chair and walks over to the door, locking it before he heads back to his desk and sits down. The action makes me nervous. He clears his throat and studies me. “Chelsea…” he exhales deeply. “I want to talk to you about last night…you didn’t give me a chance to explain.” “Dave, this isn’t the time to discuss this.” “You’re right, this isn’t the time or the place, but it can’t wait. I need you to know that it’s not what you think. Sebastian and I are respectable businessmen, and we would never exploit anyone.”

“So I just misheard everything that you two were saying?” I can feel my anger boiling up again.

Last night, when she went to the powder room, she heard them talking about an important artefact that was in Kenya, Sebastian, planned to use children in the many orphanages there to look for the important artefacts and not to raise any questions from the authorities. She knew something had gone so wrong one year ago, and she was on a mission to find out what it was.

“No, it’s just that there’s a lot more to it than that. Just know that whatever we’re doing is legitimate. We aren’t corrupt people.” Just as I go to question him further, the phone rings and he lets out another deep sigh. He is clearly agitated by the interruption.