Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Dave had no idea how he’d survived more than an hour in the truck, sitting so close to

Chelsea. Her leg had rested against his the entire journey, causing him to feel distracted, calmed,

and… aroused beyond reason. It took him back to another evening drive they’d done together after a

night in the pub in London. The one that had finished with them both nude and intertwined on a blanket

beneath a midnight grey sky streaked with shooting stars.

“Dave, hurry up! Isn’t it incredible?”

She grabbed a bottle of the newest and most expensive wine from the wooden cases in the back of the

yellow Subaru and started running up the side of the nearby hill. Half drunk. He watched her go, her

long legs bare and her curvy backside clad in grape-stained, faded denim shorts. He was always in a

state of arousal around her, but seeing her dance away from him under the thin moon glow turned his

cock to granite.

“Chelsea, you’d better come back. I don’t think this is a good idea.” Nevertheless, he pulled an old wool

blanket from behind the seat and jogged after her.

She helped him spread it out on the cool grass, and then pulled him down next to her. “Here, open

this.” She handed him the bottle and a corkscrew.

“We are already drunk. One of us needed to drive back.” he reminded her as he pulled the cork out

with a soft pop. None of his kind did, but she knew that well enough. “Do you ever wish you could taste

this? This is one of the most expensive drinks ever. Want a taste?”

“No.”

“Come on, this is Glenfiddich, 40-year-old rare single malt.” He had never had that sort of drink ever,

but then he watched her tip the bottle to her lips to take a sip, and he knew a thirst unlike any he’d everNôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

known. Her throat worked as she swallowed. Her head tipped back, drawing his eyes to the creamy

column of her neck.

He cleared his throat, searching for his voice. Was he willing to betray her sister’s trust?

He and Chelsea naked underneath the moon? Those visions started to glow with amber. “Jane and the

yoga girls are waiting for us to return to your flat.”

“Don’t be silly, Jane is busy with her boring husband,” she said as she slowly removed the bottle from

her mouth and placed it on the grass. Her lips were slick and as dark as the wine soaked cherries. Her

serious pools of eyes were rimmed by long black lashes. “Would you like to go, Dave?”

He saw it for what it was: his sole chance to put an end to his desire for Chelsea before it became too

strong. For weeks, they had been anticipating this moment. Hell, from the first time he entered into her

life.

A few fleeting looks. Just a few words. We laughed together. Then, after he’d resisted his

attraction for as long as he could, there was a kiss and a few stolen embraces. Then came the

passionate caresses that had both of them on fire.

But she wasn’t a fool, she was a master of the game she desired to play. He shouldn’t be sitting

alongside her in the moonlight, staring at her throat and wishing he was a better man. One with enough

honour to lie and claim he wasn’t insanely in love with her. “What exactly do you want, Dave?”

“You.”

He tucked her beneath him on the blanket and unwrapped her with the reverence of a cherished gift.

From her quiet moans, as he kissed, licked, and sucked every tantalising inch of her… to her quivering

cries as he penetrated her virgin body and introduced her to an even deeper pleasure as a sea of

shooting stars slid overhead, every breathless moment was burnt into his senses.

Dave sighed at the unexpected recall and the desire it sparked in him even now.

Tyler’s body was replete with desire by the time they arrived in Tyler’s brother’s town, his shaft so hard

it was a marvel he’d been able to drive. His palm was still red from the beautiful kiss she’d given him.

His veins throbbed with a longing for her that was far more profound than mere desire. If he’d thought

their months apart would chill his affections for her, that delicate kiss to the centre of his hand had

shattered all hope.

He was in big trouble here, fuck! He should have been thinking about his duties – and the mission’s

dubious status – but his mind was wrapped around Chelsea and her stunning naked body.

His heart was as well. To be fair, she had held that part of him for far longer than his life had been

devoted to the treasure-seeking business. How many times had he pondered defying his conscience

and going back to ask her forgiveness and carry her away with him forever? All he had now were

regrets.

He only hoped that he would be allowed to set things right. But first, he wanted to ensure her safety.

“This way,” he said to the women after parking the rusty truck in a church parking lot, as Tyler had

ordered.

Dave placed his hand on the small of Chelsea’s back and led them up a flight of well-worn stone steps

on the other side of the property, so Christie could focus on her kid. The stairs descended from the

quaint hotels and restaurants near Matera’s city centre into the densely packed community of limestone

dwellings that looked to grow out of the huge ravine’s walls.

The uneven track Tyler had given them to follow was lighted by waning blue moonlight and the golden

glow of scattered lanterns and city lamps. There were no tourists in the area’s convoluted network of

stone walkways and winding staircases at daybreak. The only sounds in the ravine were their footsteps

on the dusty old cobbles and the odd jangle of a sheep’s bell from the herd awakening on a grassy flat

across the way.

As instructed, Dave took the trail to the left, which led them to what appeared to be the low rent area of

the Paleolithic-era neighbourhood.

The white limestone homes with the occasional flower box in the window or palm tree outside the door

gave way to a darkened stretch of cobbles flanked by rustic homes in varying degrees of neglect, the

majority with weeds and cacti shooting out of their cracked and disintegrating walls. “Stay close,” Dave

said as he led the women deeper into the community. “We should be almost there by now.” Tyler’s

brother was waiting up ahead on the sidewalk a few minutes later, exactly as Tyler had stated. Dave

hoped the massive, black-haired man was Sebastian, Tyler’s twin.

The other male lifted his head and flashed a glance in their direction as they approached, Dave striding

securely in front of Chelsea and Christie. His long onyx hair hung three inches past his shoulders, and

his gravely set jaw was framed by a well-groomed black beard. The male’s jet-black eyes narrowed on

Dave across the distance. Yep. Tyler’s twin, for sure. Dave greeted him with a nod. Sebastian’s face

was expressionless under his dark hair curtain. The male appeared to be a cold blooded killer, dressed

in a black suede trench coat that concealed more black gear beneath it. That said a lot came from

Dave, a fighter whose speciality was dealing with death.

Dave heard Chelsea suck in a faint gasp behind him. “It’s all right,” he reassured her, patting her arm.

“This is the person we were supposed to meet.”

Without introduction, Sebastian turned and started walking away. Apparently, he was as people-friendly

as his brother. So long as the male was trustworthy and his safe house was secure, Dave would give

the lack of social skills a pass. “Let’s go,” he replied, hesitating to kiss Chelsea on the cheek. “I swear

we’ll be comfortable here.”

They followed Sebastian to one of the last underground houses on the path, a squat house with no

windows and entry via an iron grating reinforced door. Dave wasn’t expecting much when the other

man opened the door and allowed them in, but the place turned out to be imposing and neglected from

the outside. They entered a pleasant, albeit minimalist, home with hand-hewn furniture, arched stone

walls, and warm, grasscloth floors. Once inside, Sebastian indicated for them to follow him deeper into

the building. More rooms were carved out of the ravine’s rock, linked by winding passages large

enough for both men to walk through at full height. “I don’t usually have guests,” Sebastian stated,

sounding dissatisfied. As he rushed ahead of them, his accent was low and dark, almost a sneer, his

words reverberating off the walls.” There is a little bed to your right in the room and a larger one at the

end of this passage. Use them how you see fit.” Dave cast a glance at Chelsea. “You and Christie are

in charge of the beds. “I don’t have to sleep. I need internet and a phone call.”

That was correct. He needed to phone someone and find out where Hermano was; he didn’t need

much sleep, but he doubted his thoughts would bring him much serenity. To say nothing of his body,

which was still aching for Chelsea.

She appeared to be protesting his sacrifice, but her sister-in-law was shaky on her feet, and Peter

hadn’t lifted his head since they got out of the truck. “I’ll go help them get settled.”

As the women left for the room, Dave waited in the doorway. When he looked over at Sebastian, he

noticed the man with narrowed eyes staring at Christie. His brow furrowed in a gloomy scowl. “Tyler

made no mention of a child being at risk” “Didn’t he?” Dave smirked. “I’m sure I brought the boy to him

when we chatted.” Sebastian muttered. “Yeah. I’m sure you did as well.”

The mysterious response piqued his interest. “Does it pose a problem?” Sebastian’s lack of response

conveyed to Dave far more than any sentence could. “Please let me know if you or the girls require

anything.” Okay, obviously the talk was over. Dave extended his hand to the other man. “Thank you so

much. I owe you this, and I will never forget it.” Sebastian locked his gaze on his extended hand for a

long period. At first, Dave didn’t understand why. Then he noticed it: an amputated stump at the end of

the other man’s right wrist, where a hand had formerly been.

And there was something else peculiar about Sebastian that he hadn’t noticed until now.

A circle of deformed, vicious-looking scars circled his tattoo-covered neck. From their harshness, Dave

deduced that the man had nearly lost his head at some point in his life as well. “Marines?” Dave asked.

“Army,” The man nodded. Sebastian shrugged. “We’d been raised to think we were invincible. It makes

many of us reckless. Not many survived after we got our first taste of freedom.” “Freedom from what?”

“From our oath.”

The newsflash took Dave completely by surprise. He gaped at the lethal, clearly antisocial ex army.

“So, you are out of duty?” “Obviously.”

Looking at him now, it makes sense. As far as assassins and stealth operatives went, they didn’t come

any deadlier than the killers Dave was looking at one of them. He met Sebastian’s shark-black stare

with a question. “Tyler said you were his brother.”

“He is. As are the others.”

“Others?”

Sebastian acknowledged with a curt nod. “The other lost boys. The dozens of young ex-army who

escaped their collars from Afghanistan.”

“Interesting… want a job?”

“Let’s talk about that tomorrow.” Sebastian smiled, knowing full well what Dave was talking

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