Chained To The Billionaire’s Bed

~FREYA~“Are you sure about this, Miss Taylor? Leaving everything to Mr. Grant when you’re not even married is…” Attorney Williams hesitated, as if finding the least offensive word to use.“I know what you’re trying to say,” I cut in gently. “But I’m dying, Will. The doctors don’t think I’ll make it to twenty-four. Since my parents died, Edward has been my strength. He doesn’t pity me. He loves me. How could I not repay him?”Will rubbed his forehead, clearly stressed. “Freya, you’re talking about a hundred and sixty billion. He’s practically a stranger to your family.”“If I could give him the world, I would,” I whispered. “And I want to give him a child too. I’ve spoken to doctors about finding a surrogate.”His eyes widened. “Freya, you need to slow down. You’re making too many rash decisions…”“I don’t have time, Will,” I snapped. “Seven months. That’s all I have. I just want to make sure Edward and our child, if I’m lucky, are provided for.”“But he hasn’t even proposed! What if

~FREYA~The sunlight was the first thing that hit my face the next day. I let out a small wince as a splitting headache flowed almost immediately. I tried to sit up and that was when I felt the strong arm wrapped around me.The minute my eyes connected with those messy strands of black hair falling all over his gorgeous face, my mind exploded with memories.My lips parted slightly as my pulse kicked up. God, I remembered more than I wanted to.The way his voice had dropped to a low, sinful murmur that felt like fingertips trailing down my spine. The way his breath had brushed my neck, slow and deliberate, making my entire body arch instinctively even though I couldn’t feel my legs.The rough warmth of his palm sliding over my waist, holding me as if I wasn’t fragile at all, as if he wanted every inch of me, broken parts and all.I remembered the way he kissed me so deep and consuming. The kind of kiss that made me forget Edward, my wheelchair, my heartbreak, my name. A kiss that made