All Chapters of Billionaire's Surrogate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"What now?" He frowned. "You feel sorry for insulting me? You're trying to seduce me or what?" I pouted, and dropped a small kiss on his jawline. "Please baby. Forgive me. You know how stupid I could be when I get angry." "Very stupid," he remarked.  I stared directly into his eyes. "So you forgive me?"  "I however can't be annoyed at you for too long." He stopped frowning, and sighed. "But honestly, if you think you'll control me, I'll prove to you that I can do something worse. I can expose you dear. I just can't take shit from anyone." I grinned at what he said, particularly grinning because I knew there was no next time for him. "Fine baby. I promise to not insult you as long as you're alive." "Good girl." He tweaked my cheek, and pulled away.  Walking to the bed, he grabbed the papers he was working on, and continued t

I stared at the investigators as they scrutinized the room the culprit had died. It was almost eleven in the night, but I wanted to make sure to get what I needed to before day break. To be honest, I was so tired already, but I just couldn't risk my work, so I had to stay awake.  I had bought this hotel a few weeks back, although it wasn't important to have it. I particularly bought it so Jill and I would spend the first day of our future honeymoon here. It was a decent and serene place for couples to relax in. The views from the balconies were so good, and I could tell that Jill would love it so much. I guessed I bought the place for her.  "Mr. Flores," someone called my name from behind. I exhaled faintly, and turned to the direction of the voice. As expected, it was one of the investigators. "Yes?" I replied.  He walked closer to me, using a hanky to hold an empty glass cup. "Sir&he

I shoved the thick white towel I had used to dry my hair, on my neck, and ran my fingers through my wet hair. Wrapping another towel around my naked waist, I stepped out of the bathroom.  As soon I stepped into the room of the hotel I was, the first thing my eyes caught was Jill. She was sitting on the bed, tugging her knees to her chest, and digging her head in between them.  I breathed out via my mouth, and walked to her. She had been crying since I told her Trisha killed her friend. I tried to console her so much, but she didn't want to stop crying. I also made love to her a few minutes ago, expecting her to feel relief, but instead, she cried more. What could I do? "Jill." I sat on the space beside her on the bed.  As soon as she heard my voice, she flinched, and rubbed her face, not looking at me in the eye. "You're done bathing?" She asked.  I soothed th

It was exactly eight minutes to twelve o'clock. I hurried out of my car, and rushed out of the parking lot in the church, not even waiting for my bouncers to reach me first. On getting to the front door of the church, I sighted Jill and her mother, and that made me so relieved. To be sincere, I had been thinking about Trisha's threat all along. What if she was actually going to do something again? But well, now that I had seen that Jill was fine, there was no need to worry.  "Dude you're late!" Ace complained, walking fast to me. "Jill's been so worried. What happened? The final trial wasn't supposed to take that long." I shut my eyes, then exhaled loud. And opening it, it met Jill's. Shit, I didn't want her to see me.  "Jace!" She cried, holding her long gown, and stomping to me. I was almost lost in noticing how beautiful she was, but I decided to not pay attention to that. I was too late

Three years later…Jill—— "Common!" Jace cried from our bed, groaning at himself.  I turned to look at him, and shot him a playful glare. "Are you serious? Just get you damn ass off here." He rolled his eyes, and jumped from the bed. And as he sauntered to me, my eyes glued to his sharp, rock abs, that lined so much as his shirt glued to his body. Moving my eyes down to his lap, I noticed that his cock was crying for help, standing so firm under his sweatpants. I hissed at him, and returned to staring at the mirror.  "You had better go to the bathroom," I teased, slipping my robe off. "Today's Shanice wedding, so I need to leave early. There's no time for that." "Just for a few minutes. It'll be a quickie," he continued to convince me.  I grumbled. And before I