บททั้งหมดของ Surrogate Mother To A Contract Wife: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Aiden’s POVI drank in Scarlett’s form - the inky pools staring back at me, the curls of stray hair on her cheek, the soft tug of her lips as she smiled. It was all so enthralling, that I had to catch myself a few times from staring so hard. I despised how one woman could have such an effect on me, turning my thoughts into nothing but meaningless chatter. She seemed different than all the other women I’d met, those little gold diggers with their birkin bags and burberry coats. Scarlett didn’t like the dress I bought her even though it looked like it was made only for her. The pink accentuated the milk of her skin, making it finer than silk. I yearned to rip that silk of her body, for her skin to spill into my hands. My cock strained against my pants. Gosh, she was making it so hard to concentrate on what she was saying. The words flowed into my ears, but my mind could not process them. I only wanted to pull her close, to feel the heat of her sk

Scarlett’s POV My body was turning against me, dammit! I could feel my bones turning to liquid, my inhibitions falling down like shackles. I felt lighter than I had in months, and with the wind in my face, I felt on top of the world. The alcohol gave me a burst of confidence, and everything might have been perfect if I hadn’t just kissed Aiden of my own accord. My heart was racing faster than I could breathe, and my chest tightened. I thought of a few curses in my head, but nothing could describe this other than a major fuck up! Aiden was smiling, that lecherous one that made his handsome face look devilish. “I always knew you had that in you,” he said, and I turned away from him. Shame, guilt, and anger - the unholy trinity - tore through me, cresting like tidal waves. My cheeks were hot, almost flaming. I couldn’t bear to look at him now, the wicked grin spreading easily across the features. I wanted

Aiden’s POVI ached for satisfaction, but this was something to be relished, to be slowed down. I kissed her senselessly, ceasing to think. I was wild with hunger, a loss of control. While she kissed me, my fingers reached for the invisible zipper holding the sheer fabric of her dress together. When I didn’t find it, I yanked the dress up, letting it ride on her waist. She yelped when I grabbed her ass, soft flesh dimpling in my hands. It was a happy sound, more like a rasp. Her throat was dry, I knew, and deepened the kiss. My heart raced wildly; my thoughts solidified, stuttered, taking flight. Scarlett moaned against my mouth, her shoulders heaving, fingers weaving through my hair. There was a rush in my veins, a deliciousness of champagne and her in my mouth. My hardness continued to press against her, and my thigh spread her legs open. The kiss was no longer the one I was used to - controlled, domineering. It was pure and unbridled lust, s

Scarlett’s POVI kept screaming until I shouted all the rage from my body. Aiden and his nonsensical ways. I slammed my curled fists into the bed, not caring if I made unruly sounds or not. I just needed to get it out of my system. When I righted myself again, I picked up my phone again. I logged out of my socials, after looking at the comments. People were asking who I was, and like Aiden always did, he brought me into the light. It would only take some young person living in their mother’s basement to find out my identity. I groaned, and checked through my messages. They were mostly from Calliope - Callie -, my best friend. We met in nursing school on the first day, and we ended up being roommates. From then, we only grew to be tight friends. But I didn’t tell her about my situation, my contract with Aiden Vilarez. No one could know about it. It was something that was supposed to go away quietly, forgotten by the world. But there I was in the

Aiden’s POVLast night ended rather badly, with her slapping me flat across the face. I didn’t even see it coming. It stung, and cemented the fact  that something was definitely wrong. The show of force left me with a nagging need, a throb in my veins that needed to be satisfied. Groaning, I shoved the phone in my pocket and returned to my desk. I looked through the files of the upcoming gallery project. We already had investors on board, with art collectors scattered all over the world. I received emails everyday about famous painting and art pieces, all of which would find their way back to our new set of galleries all over the States. There was a projected spike in revenue upon the completion of this project, and our market valuation was on the rise too. To be honest, I hadn’t thought about giving out the profits before yesterday. The spike in revenue was to aid the company’s growth, and the profits were meant to be funneled into other profitable ente