All Chapters of The Billionaire's Nun (The Van Dyke Sisters 4): Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

A few days later . . . One minute, Chastity was sleeping comfortably in her quarters at St. Barbara’s Convent. The next minute she’s being jarred awake. Her eyes opened to Julian, who was wearing a parka and a wool cap. Chastity couldn’t help but smile. “I knew you’d come eventually.” “Good, so that means you’re ready to get out of here.” Julian pulled the covers down. “Let’s go. The jet is waiting.” Then he took her lips. Chastity didn’t bother fighting it – not anymore. She wanted to be with him – always. The kiss quickly intensified. They couldn’t help but get reacquainted with each other. Julian laid her back on the bed as he plundered her mouth. Chastity’s body was growing warm, and her vagina was getting moist just from the kiss. She wondered if they had time to make love. Would or if it was best to wait until they got on the jet? Julian’s hand traveled down her chest to her thighs. Apparently, he couldn’t w

Alexander hoped St. Barbara’s Convent had a big chapel for the vow ceremony because there were quite a few of them there to see Chastity take her final vows; Catherine, Cameron, Cameron’s father and stepmother, Constance and her twin girls, Derek, Chelsea, little Davidson, Derek’s sister and mother, Caitlin, Alexander’s father, stepmother, and sister, Ava Bartholomew, who had been missing for six months and was now back in the fold, Ernest, the man Chastity used to date up until a few months ago, George Nelson, a friend of Chelsea’s and Chastity’s, and seven personal friends of Chastity’s, who she had attended Columbia University with. The Beaumonts were outside of the convent with Carlton and Victoria Van Dyke, Chelsea, Derek, who was holding his son, Catherine, Cameron, and Constance and her twin girls. The rest were in their own huddle several feet away. People were walking up the walkway to the building. The ceremony was going to start in fifteen minutes. F

Chastity stood soaking wet from the rain in front of Julian. She was surprised to see he was still dressed. It was two-thirty in the morning – Paris time. From what she understood he had been in Paris for a few days now. Perhaps his body hadn’t adjusted to the time change yet. Julian stared at her with wide eyes. “Forgive me.” That’s all she could get out. The January wind and the rain had chilled her to the bone. She was trembling. Julian blinked a few times and then took her arm. He quickly pulled her inside. Julian grabbed her suitcase and carry-on and closed the door. After quickly placing her luggage to the side, he guided her to the couch and sat her down. Then he dashed away without a word. There was a white marble, gas fireplace. A photograph – a family portrait hung above the fireplace mantle. It appeared to be the Beaumonts, extended family included. The carpet was thick and soft under her plain shoes. The furniture was plush.