The Next Level: A BWWM Billionaire Marriage And Pregnancy Romance (16 page)

“
What
if the babies need me?”

“
They
have their auntie Sangi to look after them. I’ll heat some of
the milk and feed them myself. I’m going to order some food
while you’re in the shower and then we’ll eat together,
watch tv and talk about you and Matthew.”

Chelsea
didn’t want to do any of that. She wanted to stay in the bed.
She wanted to cry. There was no point to getting up, fixing herself
up pretty when she felt like crap. However, she knew Sangi. If she
stayed in bed, her friend would just pester her until she got up and
got herself together.

“
Okay,”
she mumbled quietly.

Chelsea
did as she was told. She slipped into the shower. To her surprise, it
helped a lot more than she thought it would. The sleepiness, the
aching of her body washed away as she took her time enjoying the
warmth of the water. When she stepped out, she dried off with one of
the plush, black towels on the counter. She slipped into the black
jogging pants and blue tank top Sangi had picked out, feeling better
bit by bit.

She
wiped the steam from the mirror as she looked at her hair. It was
wet, clinging to her. The first thing she did was blow dry it before
she combed it up and flipped it into a ponytail. As Sangi suggested,
she even put on a bit of makeup, just a swipe of pink lip gloss, but
it made her feel better. She heard the babies crying and left the
bathroom quickly.

“
No!
Go back in there and relax. The food will be here any minute.”

Chelsea
looked lost. She wanted to calm the babies yelling, but Sangi was
standing in the doorway, Mason in her arms, pointing to Chelsea’s
room. Her shoulders slumped as she walked back in and sat on the bed.
She drew her knees up to her chest, anxious until the babies had been
calmed and put back to bed.

Sangi
walked in a few minutes later with a box of pizza and sodas. She sat
the box down in front of Chelsea, flipped on the tv, then waved her
over. Chelsea made space for her. Sangi climbed into bed, flipped
open the pizza box.

“
I
got your favorite, veggie lovers. I don’t know why you’d
ruin a perfectly good pizza with vegetables, but there you go.”

Chelsea
laughed. “You will never leave me alone about that, will you?”

“
Just
like I’ll never stop calling you Charlie darling.”

Chelsea
felt her eyes welling up as she hugged her best friend. Sangi slapped
at her hands. When they were separated again, Sangi picked up a slice
of pizza.

“
Stop
all that crying, woman. Those damn hormones have you going crazy.”

Chelsea
let out a laugh as she wiped her face. “I know! I’m
turning into some kind of crazy person.”

“
Nah,”
Sangi said as she took a bite, “it’s normal. It’ll
go away soon enough.”

They
sat together in silence eating slice after slice of pizza until they
were both stuffed. As they did, they watched reality tv, yelling at
the screen or rolling their eyes in unison. Finally, Chelsea pushed
the box away, washing it down with the last of the two-liter.

“
So,”
Sangi said as she muted the tv, “what’s going on with you
and Matthew?”

“
I
don’t know. I just feel like he’s never around. Or that
he doesn’t want to be here. I think he’s cheating on me,”
she said quietly.

Sangi
let out a loud laugh making Chelsea stare at her with wide eyes.
“Come on, Matthew cheating on you? Do you really think that man
has the time or the energy, let’s not even talk about the fact
that he’s madly in love with you.”

Chelsea
nodded slowly. “More hormone induced, temporary insanity?”

“
Oh,
yeah. Besides, the man hasn’t stuck his dick in anything in two
weeks. Does he pester you for sex? Does he whine?”

“
No,”
Chelsea said. “He doesn’t even mention it.”

“
Does
that sound like Matthew to you? I guarantee the base of all your
troubles is that he hasn’t gotten off since before you gave
birth. Men need love too. Just a different kind of love, to their
dicks.”

Chelsea
threw a pillow at her. “You’re so immature.”

“
You
love it.”

“
Speaking
of dicks, how’s Andrew’s?”

“
Happily
satisfied. We’ve been together six months now you know? I think
he might actually love me.”

“
Has
he said it yet?”

“
Not
yet. You’d be surprised how he clams up at the mention of
feelings. Sometimes, he’s like the epitome of romance, other
times he’s like a robot named Andrew.”

“
It’s
all the Rawlins,” Chelsea said as she leaned against the
headboard. “Back when you thought he was gay, Matthew was like
that.”

Sangi
grinned. “Oh yeah, I did ask him that?”

They
burst into a fit of giggles at the memory. The rest of the afternoon,
Chelsea let Sangi take care of the babies. Every time she did, it got
a little easier. Sangi flopped back into bed next to her with a heavy
sigh.

“
That
Melanie is ornery. I wonder where she gets it from?”

Chelsea
feigned innocence. She chewed on her bottom lip in thought. Would it
really be so bad to get some help? She could use another pair of
hands.

“
I
think I should hire some help.”

“
About
time, stubborn. You know, I grew up with a nanny and I turned out
fine.”

“
I
don’t think you’re the person I want to hear that from
right now.”

“
Shut
up, jerk! I’m perfectly fucking awesome.”

“
Okay
sailor mouth.”

Later
that night when Sangi had to go home, Chelsea felt rested, happy. She
sang to the babies to put them to sleep. Then she cleaned the house.
When it was time to go to sleep, she drifted off easily, a smile on
her face.

The
next morning, she contacted a nanny agency and looked for a
housekeeper too. She’d finally come to the realization that
there was no point in having that much money if she was always going
to shy away from it. There was no point. She knew she had to enjoy
her life. With nanny and housekeeper interviews set up, she went
ahead and decided on hiring a chef too. There were only a few more
weeks before she’d have to go back to work, she might as well
be prepared.

When
Matthew came back home, he was surprised to see people milling around
the house. He was even more surprised that they greeted him by name.
Concerned, he ran up the stairs leaving his bag on the ground. The
nursery door was open as he turned the corner, but it wasn’t
Chelsea he saw. The woman in front of him was a young, blonde woman
who smiled at him softly.

“
The
twins are fine. Chelsea’s in her study.”

Matthew
nodded absently. He wondered if he’d bumped his head on the way
home. As he walked into Chelsea’s office, she was behind her
computer, a phone in her hand.

“
Yes,
I understand. I promise you, we’re more than onboard for taking
possession of the estate. Yes. I’ll speak with you tomorrow
then. Bye.”

As
she hung up the phone, she saw Matthew and smiled. He looked out of
breath as he stood in her doorway. She got up from her chair. When
she was in reach, she wrapped her arms around him.

“
Welcome
home. I missed you,” she said before she kissed him.

“
I
missed you too,” he said absently. “What is all this?”

“
I
took your advice. We have a nanny, housekeeper, chef and gardener.
Just for now, until the kids get a little older. I’ve gotten so
much done. I even started working on a few cases. It’s been
amazing. Also, I wanted to say I’m sorry. I shouldn’t
have snapped at you like that, no matter the reason. I’m really
glad you’re home.”

This
time, Matthew took her up in a deeper kiss. She gasped as he finally
let her up for air. The look in his eyes said it all, but still he
didn’t ask. It was one of the reasons she’d married him,
wasn’t it? His thoughtful, compassionate nature? Still, he
didn’t have to ask.

“
I
have a surprise for you,” she whispered quietly.

“
Really?
What’s that? “

Chelsea
closed her office door, the quiet click filling the whole room. She
turned the lock. As she walked over to Matthew, she pushed him
against her desk. The look on his face, wide eyes, opened mouth, was
delicious to take in.

“
You
don’t have to...I mean, I know you’re still healing…”

“
Shhh.”

Chelsea
ran her fingers over the fabric of his jeans, the scratching sound
filling her ears. Her hand laid flat over his cock as it jumped to
life in her hand. A moan escaped his lips, his eyes never leaving her
movements. She unzipped his pants before she pushed them and his
boxers to the ground. He kicked out of his shoes, yanked his t-shirt
over his head disheveling his blond hair.

As
he watched, she dropped to her knees. First, she pulled off the shirt
she wore, discarding it along with her bra. Her breasts popped into
view. Matthew reached a hand down, squeezing one after the other. She
could tell he was having sensory overload. She wasn’t done yet.

Chelsea
trailed her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling her
tongue seductively. She took her time, wetting every inch of his
flesh. Her tongue switched between long, languid strokes, to fast
darting trails. Every time she sped up out of the blue, he shuddered,
moaning loudly. The sound of his moaning made her want to please him
even more.

She
wrapped her lips around his cock, loving the way he filled her mouth.
For a moment, she held him there, her breath warming him. He groaned
out in frustration, tried to grab her hair and thrust forward. She
slapped his hand away, pushed his hands down on the desk. He looked
at her in shock, the action turning him on.

Chelsea
stopped teasing him. She sucked her lips in, moving her mouth up and
down his shaft. The wet sound of her lips against his flesh sent
shivers down her spine to her pussy. She took every inch in her
mouth, into her throat. Slowly, she released his hands, her fingers
trailed the inside of his inner thighs. She knew that spot never
ceased to make him lose it.

She was right. Matthew began to moan, this time she let
him grip her hair. His hips were moving in time with her lips, the
steady motion making his orgasm build and build. She felt the muscles
of his legs tighten in her hands. Chelsea moved her mouth faster, the
suction getting stronger. Above her, Matthew’s eyes were closed
as he mumbled oh God, oh God over and over again. He held her in
place as his cock twitched and throbbed. Pools of warm cum invaded
her mouth. She swallowed them down, wiping her lips after he’d
slowly removed his cock.

“
Well,
that’s one way to welcome someone home,” he said still
out of breath.

She
grinned. “You deserved it. “

They
spent the night together like they hadn’t in weeks. Both of
them curled up in bed, wrapped around each other. When the babies
were hungry, Chelsea fed them. They cooed over them, playing with the
pair before they became sleepy again. Matthew put them to bed before
he climbed back next to her. The warmth of his body pressed against
hers shut out the cold.

“
I
love you,” he said softly.

“
I
love you too.”

*****

Chelsea
going back to work was harder than she thought it would be. She
trusted the nanny now, but it was still a case of separation anxiety.
She sat in the office that used to be Mr. Whitehill's, glancing at a
picture of the twins. It took all that she had not to call home to
check on them, again.