Surrogate Mother To A Contract Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Aiden’s POV “Fuck!” I yelled, my erection going soft in the water. I waded through the water, trying to catch my briefs floating around. I turned to see Scarlett fiddling with her swimsuit as she tried to hide her flesh - the very folds of skin I just had my mouth on. Mortification turning her cheeks red - the shade of a tomato. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked, growling. My head was in a complete twist, the desire and lust evaporating as if it were rubbing alcohol being exposed to the air. But I could still taste her skin in my mouth, the heat of her body on my skin. Fuck, I hated being interrupted. “Is that any way to greet a friend? Besides, why are you covering up? It’s not like I’ve not seen it before,” Odessa asked, rolling her eyes. My cheeks flamed, but I managed to keep my face very neutral, no shred of emotion seeping through the cracks. I’d gone on the defensive, just like my grandfather taught me, tightening the cracks, becoming rigid, eyes blazing.

Scarlett’s POV Shit. That was the only word that came to my head as I stood there, like a deer caught in front of some really powerful headlights. My head spun, embarrassment and shame billowing through me. The air suddenly turned heavy, syrupy, my fingers unable to move. Aiden was right beside me, his naked form shimmering in the light. He looked rather exquisite, naked or clothed, but this was by far better than being clad in expensive suits. I wanted to keep staring at him, long for his heat, his muscular body wrapped around me. I felt the crisp air on my open skin, nudging gently at my exposed boob. My senses clicked back into place as I was yanked into my body. My boob was fucking out of the swimsuit. I mentally facepalmed, my hands shaking as I packed myself back into the swimsuit. The woman still stood there, her figure statuesque. I guessed that she had probably seen him like this before, because her face was still like marble. No emotion, nothing. A feeling of envy

Aiden’s POV “What the fuck do you want, Odessa?” I said once we got to the study. I was still wrapped in a towel, but she’d stopped looking at me like I was a chocolate bar she wanted to stuff in her mouth. Not that it mattered anyway. I’d choose Scarlett over her anyway. “That’s no way to speak to someone who wants to help you,” she said, slipping into that childish drawl. “I mean, everything you’ve worked for might come crashing down if you don’t hear what I have to say.” A sigh escaped me. With Odessa, she always brought bad news. My personal harbinger of doom. I knew from when I saw her by the side of the pool that something bad was going to happen. And she said it concerned my gallery opening which was sometime around next week. Still, I decided to humor her, play along with whatever she was doing. “Nothing’s crashing down, Dessy. At least, not that I know of. Besides, aren’t you supposed to be in Munich?” “Ugh,” she groaned, sinking into the swivel chair. “Munich is so

Aiden’s POV I stared into Odessa’s eyes, those siren eyes I once fell for back in Spain. Or rather, it was otherwise: her wanting to get into my bed, making sure we only had a king-sized bed in the hotel instead of two beds, walking out of the bathroom naked, with water sluicing down her skin and gathering around her in a pool. It had all been a ploy by the master of the art of seduction, and I’d fallen into her net. Her hands closed tighter, and I could feel the blood shift in my body. Heat coursed through me as her body melted into mine, fingers working her wonder. I hated reacting like this, but my body would not be deterred. Being with Odessa was heady, intoxicating, ruthless. She was the perfect similarity to me, only different in terms of gender. It was why we got along so well as children. We were ruthless individuals who would do anything to stay at the top. “Is this how you plan to coax them?” I asked, pleasure coloring my voice. “Sleep your way through all of them.”

Scarlett’s POV I was angry. Anger didn’t seem to encompass how I felt in my heart, but in the absence of any other word to explain my emotions, I went with it. This wasn’t a white-hot anger that bubbled out and lashed like a whip. It was blue-cold, simmering just under the surface of my skin. I was angry at myself for my childish behavior, for letting myself believe that Aiden was human; that he was beginning to see me as a person other than a contract; that maybe, after everything that had happened, these past few weeks, there was some shred of humanity inside of him. But there was nothing. He was vile and ruthless, and full of shit. And I was nothing short of deluded. Back in the pool, I thought maybe he wanted me as much as I wanted him, that he was finally starting to see me as an equal, or something close to that. I felt his body graze mine, and my senses went haywire, my sense of direction going out the window. Seeing that woman stand there and talk to him raked gouges ins