Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 24 In just a few short minutes, she was back in the dining room looking down at a spread of hot buttermilk pancakes, bacon, ham and eggs, fruit, freshly brewed coffee, and a selection of freshly squeezed juices. Her eyes widened in awe. “Is this all for me?” she asked Marcel. “Yes, Miss Chelsea, and Mr. Brown left a note for you.” He pointed at a white envelope placed on a small silver tray beside her plate. Her name has been written in cursive in the middle of it. “Is there anything else you require, Miss Chelsea?” “No, Marcel. That will be all. Thank you. And please, just call me Chelsea,” she said with a warm smile.

He nodded and left me for her breakfast. She sat down slowly and gazed again at the array of breakfast items in front of her, but soon her interest returned to the envelope. What could Dave have written in it? Bastard. She thought.

The nerve. Minutes later, she found herself devouring a lot more breakfast than she anticipated. Not eating much last night has apparently caught up with her. After she thanked Marcel and the rest of the servants as they cleared the remaining food and utensils, her eyes drifted back over to the note. Okay, you have refuelled with a good, hearty breakfast. Just open it already, Chelsea. She reached out for it and carefully opened it. Inside is a single piece of paper: Chelsea, her offer is still open. I hope you will reconsider the position. In your room, Marcel has laid out an outfit for you to wear to the office. her driver, Eddy, will take you.

– Brown

What a fucking nerve? He couldn’t possibly…

Damn it! It was tempting.

Letting out a sharp breath, she began to sweat with both dread and anticipation. He wants

her to start work today? When she only just got back into the country yesterday? How could he be this inconsiderate? She sighed and closed her eyes for a minute. After rising from her seat, she made her way back upstairs to her bedroom.

As soon as she walked in, true to Dave’s word, was a gorgeous pressed little black dress, a pearl

necklace, a pair of diamond-studded earrings, and some expensive heels. This is

How could he be such an asshole? He

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of their lives.

heart even

she was limited to a pair of worn-out jeans or shorts and a few tank tops. The unbearable heat left her with very limited options for clothing. She also got used to not caring about her appearance. There was no need for makeup or to shave her legs all the time. Not that she was ever the type to get dolled up anyway. But as she stares intently into the large full-length mirror in her bedroom, she has to admit that she has never looked more

and into downtown London. She cannot help but feel like a VIP cruising down the highway while adoring fans wait anxiously to catch a glimpse of her gorgeous face hidden behind the tinted windows. Well, her time being a celebrity was long gone, and now she hated the idea of being in the chaotic world of modelling After almost thirty minutes on the busy road, they finally pulled up outside a large skyscraper

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two of us. Do I just call you when I am ready to be picked up?”

answered back, somewhat startled by the statement. Me and Dave? In a

she stepped out of the SUV, she peered up at the massive building soaring above her. It took her a

by a pleasant blonde seated behind a circular desk with the words “Brown Inc. “‘ written in bold cursive

here to see Mr. Dave Brown.

are here. Welcome Miss,” she responded, a perfect smile etching across her face. “Mr. Brown

doors just across the way.

with every passing floor. Her mind was

description be? Personal Secretary? PA? Would he regale her any differently from his

or a more laid-back boss? Assessing his behaviour last night at dinner, and at the party. She

before so she has no idea if she would even be qualified for the position. And further to that, she still has not come to terms with the idea of working for Dave.

she doesn’t have a choice. She needed a job as soon as possible. Before she knew it, the elevator dings and