Free The Next Level: A BWWM Billionaire Marriage And Pregnancy Romance by BWWM Club, Stacey Pond Page A

change.
    Matthew
tried to follow her into her room, but she threw him out. There was
no way she was going to let anything happen when her parents were so
close. They kissed at the door. Chelsea found herself not wanting to
let go. After the long day she’d had, she really just wanted to
curl up with him, lay her head on his chest and get some rest. Their
lips lingered before they finally separated saying goodnight.
    *****
    The
next morning, Chelsea woke up to someone knocking repeatedly on the
door. At first she thought it was Sangi, but her friend wasn’t
exactly the knocking type. Besides, they’d known each other too
long to knock. Chelsea glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside
table. The red numbers flash 6:00 am. She groaned. Pushing herself up
on one elbow, she ran fingers through her hair before she called out
sleepily to come in.
    The
door slid open soundlessly as Catherine stepped into the room.
Chelsea’s hazy eyes quickly cleared as she rubbed them. She
began to wonder if she was really awake or having a really expressive
dream. Catherine was dressed in a white pant suit, her golden hair
spilling over her shoulders in soft little waves.
    After
a moment of staring, Chelsea seemed to find her voice. “What
are you doing here?”
    Catherine
closed the door behind her. In her mind, Chelsea could see the woman
murdering her then making her disappear. She knew she watched too
many crime shows. The woman crossed her arms over her chest. She
sighed, glanced around the room. Chelsea raised an eyebrow, but she
let her gather her thoughts.
    “ Chelsea,
I’ve been kind of unfair. I wanted to apologize to you and help
you plan your wedding.”
    Chelsea’s
fingers rolled over the blanket on top of her lap. “What made
you change your mind?”
    “ I
just want my son to be happy,” she said after a long moment of
silence. Her long fingers adjusted her collar. “So, are we
alright?”
    Chelsea
thought it over before sighing. “Fine, we’re alright,”
she mumbled.
    “ Wonderful!
I know Matthew’s going to be so pleased. Don’t worry,
I’ll call my planner today and have her work some wedding magic
for you two.”
    Chelsea
tried to protest as the door was pulled closed by Catherine, but the
woman either didn’t hear her or didn’t care. She settled
on didn’t care. Groaning, Catherine threw herself back on the
bed. She stared up at the ceiling. As she began to drift off again,
she realized that Catherine hadn’t actually said sorry. She’d
come to apologize then skipped right over it. She scoffed, shaking
her head. That woman was a pain in the ass.
    She
dozed off again, this time her dreams traded in for nightmares of
Catherine. The woman kept making her wedding more and more
ridiculous. In the end, it was a big circus of overly done
everything. It was so embarrassing that Matthew even left her.
Chelsea woke up cranky as someone knocked on the door again. She
called for them to come in. Her mom was at the door telling her it
was time for breakfast. Once she was gone again, Chelsea spent a
while mumbling into her pillow before she forced herself to get up
and start her day.
    She
slipped from the bed, eyes still half closed as she headed for the
bathroom. The warm water woke her up. When she stepped out, she
wrapped herself up in a towel before heading back into the room.
Sangi was perched on her bed. She had gone back to her normal self
apparently, now wearing jeans and a blue tank top. She also had a
huge grin on her face.
    “ It’s
too early to be that happy,” Chelsea said as she rifled through
the drawers.
    “ Not
after the best sex you’ve ever had it’s not.”
    Chelsea
turned around, eyes wide. “Andrew? Well of course with Andrew,
who else is here? But with Andrew? You barely know him.”
    Sangi
shrugged. “What can I say? You just know if it’s right,”
she said as she laid back on Chelsea’s bed.
    Chelsea
turned back to the drawer she was digging in deep in thought. She
slipped out a pair