All Chapters of The Billionaire Heir (The Van Dyke Sisters 2): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

He’s At it Again By: Judy Budd New York’s favorite playboy, Derek Dawson, is at it again with new shenanigans. The billionaire heir was discovered bedding not one, not two, but three of Philippa Dandridge’s granddaughters at the eighteenth hole at the New York Country Club at ten o’clock at night on a golf cart. The grounds manager called country club security when he realized someone was out there. Little did he and security know it was members of the club and not a couple of wayward teenagers messing around. Considering the Dawsons and Dandridges are members of the club and have lots of clot, securit

One week later . . . Derek was going through his contacts, trying to figure out prospects for a wife who would be good enough for the New York elite, won’t mind him roaming for other pussy, and won’t be a pain in his ass generally. “Diane? No, too much of a free spirit for society,” he said as he went through his list on his cell. “Loula? No, too wild. Xena? Her name says it all. Hmm.” He kept going through his list. He jotted down names on a pad that might pass mustard to be his wife. He stopped when he got to the Ns. He looked at the five names he had written down as prospects. “Hmm. I wonder if one of Philippa Dandridge’s granddaughters might consider marrying me? If anything, they girls love to have fun like I do. All three of them don’t seem to be any trouble. Then again, the future in-laws might be. Nah. Best scratch them out.”The buzzer went off on the penthouse door.“Wonder who that is?” Derek walked to the door and looked thr

Three days later . . .It took a few days but Chelsea found a romantic and fun location to elope and to have a great honeymoon. New Orleans. The Poconos had been her first choice, but then she found out Pennsylvania had a three day waiting period. Louisiana only had a one day waiting period. And the best thing about applying for a license there was they could start the process online. So, when it was time to get on a plane and go, all they have to do is show up at the courthouse with proof of identity and pick up the license. The waiting period would have been met because the license would be in effect once they submitted their paper work electronically and paid the fee for the license which could be done online as well. So, when they get to New Orleans, they could get married the same day they arrive.She sent Derek a text telling him the details and asked him if New Orleans was acceptable. It took him two hours to respond, but the answer was yes.Now they were sitting in Robert Rice

French Quarter Wedding Chapel New Orleans Once they arrived at the chapel it was a flurry to get Chelsea down the aisle. The wedding coordinator gave Chelsea a bouquet filled of dahlias of various colors and pinned an orange dahlia on Derek. And as quick as lightening, Reverend Paul Tomas took Derek away to the front of the sanctuary room. A woman was playing the wedding march on the violin. Another woman was upfront with a camera at the ready. When the violinist began to play, Chelsea took that as her cue to come down the aisle. In the front of the room was a white curtain as a backdrop. There was an arch filled with white roses and greenery. Derek smiled wide as Chelsea got closer to him. She nearly got light-headed. He was so gorgeous, sexy, and handsome - and soon to be hers. The violinist slowly ended the piece when Chelsea reached the minister and Derek. They stood side by side faci

Everyone was surprised to see Chelsea home six days early. She had just said the heat and humidity were too much to deal with in New Orleans and she’d go back in the fall or winter. Chelsea had unpacked, but she left her clothes on the bed. She was wondering if she should pick out something for Sunday dinner now or wait until tomorrow morning. The outfit has to be just right. No. What’s pressing now is what I should wear to The Oasis tonight. So, Chelsea started combing through her walk-in closet. There was a knock at the door. “Come in!” The door opened. Chelsea came out of her closet to find Chastity in her room. “Why are you pulling your closet apart?” Chastity asked. “I’m going out tonight and I have to find an outfit.” “Uh huh,” she said as she slowly sat down in a chair. “What did you do?” “What do you mean?” “I mean you did