All Chapters of The Billionaire Heir (The Van Dyke Sisters 2): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

It was the day before Chelsea had to leave for her trip to Washington and she couldn’t be more excited about it. She had clothes everywhere, trying to figure out what to pack. Would they go to dinner at a five star restaurant? Would they go to a night club Friday and Saturday? Would they get to some of the tourist locations? Would they be able to make love for the first time?It was the latter Chelsea hoped the most. Monday, Derek hadn’t called her until nine p.m. He had a really busy day that day. He had told her all about it.Tuesday, he had come by to take her out for a late dinner and drinks. When he had gotten her back home, it was eleven p.m. He had to be in Washington on Wednesday by nine for the first seminar for the retreat. So, unfortunately, he didn’t spend the night since he had to get up early that morning to fly to D.C. But Derek had called her that night saying he had to hear her voice before he went to sleep. Chelsea had giggled like a plum fool when he had said that,

Chelsea was breathing heavy and Derek hadn’t even touched her yet. Judging by what he had just said, he actually wanted her. It wasn’t insincere flirting. His tone was laced with desire. His dark smoldering eyes were actually darker than usual and she didn’t think that could happen. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her since she opened the door. Derek had let his cell slip out of his hand, hitting the carpet. And she also noticed the bulge in his pants that was directed at her. What do I do now? Do I go to him or wait for him to come to me? He began to walk to her. Yes. I should let him make the first move since he knows what he’s doing and I don’t. He gingerly placed his hand on her shoulder above the strap of her lingerie. “You look . . . amazing.” “Oh, thank you,” she said, trying not to blush. She wanted to be sexy and alluring. Not nervous and jittery like a virgin - despite the fact that’s what she was.

Five days later . . . Derek had moved some of his clothes to Hilltop House last week. He had spent the night there and with Chelsea for the last four days.Chelsea was beyond ecstatic. Tonight, her husband was taking her to Early’s Art Gallery. They’re having a showing tonight, and Derek suggested they go to see if she liked any paintings for Hilltop House.Chelsea hadn’t been to an art showing since she was eighteen. She remembered them being a little boring. She hoped Derek could put some excitement in it. Caitlin and Hector had planned to go, so both couples decided it was a good idea to go together. Hector picked up Derek and Chelsea in his stretch limo.They arrived a little bit after eight. The billionaires, millionaires, and a few celebrities graced Early’s Art Gallery with their presence.They looked around at the paintings. The gallery was featuring a few ceramic pieces tonight as well.“This is interesting,” Derek said as he stopped in front of a pain

They were in Lionel’s cab getting the hell out of the Bronx. Steven wore a pair of black slacks, an evergreen dress shirt, and black dress shoes that were made out of fake leather. Steven asked Lionel if he heard of a hooker named Liza.Lionel hadn’t but knowing the name on the side of the bag Derek had been carrying was a clothing store, knowing that the motel charged by the hour, and Steven asking about a particular hooker, he knew what had happened. “Some ho got you good, huh?”“Yeah. Real good,” Steven said with a deep frown.“Don’t feel too bad, man. It’s been many a time I’ve driven naked men home from this neighborhood – the roach motel included. Did she put something in your drink?”“No. Something was in that joint she offered me other than weed.”“Aaah,” Lionel said with understanding.“What I don’t get is why she didn’t pass out, too? She took two hits off of it.”“Are you sure she inhaled, bruh?” Lionel asked.“Ye - well, I can’t be a hundred percent certain.”“Uh huh. Som

Cameron Townsend cordially invites you to the engagement party of Mr. Harold Townsend and Ms. Angela King at The Richmond County Country Club on October 14th at seven p.m. Six weeks later . . . The past eight weeks with Derek had been the happiest of Chelsea’s life. Ever since the D.C. trip, Derek had been attentive, considerate, romantic, and acting like . . . a husband in love. Chelsea hoped he had fallen for her. It seemed like he had. Surely, he wasn’t faking it for the hell of it. What motive would he have for faking affec