Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

CHRISTIAN
“Yes, we’ll be arriving by six-thirty,” I said into the phone, as I stared out the floor-to-ceiling window.
The sky, just an hour ago, clear and blue, was now heavy with dark clouds.
A storm? I narrowed my eyes, watching the way the clouds thickened, pressing closer to the city like a warning.
The restaurant manager’s voice droned on, polite but distant in my ear. I caught something about the table arrangement, maybe dessert options, but most of it blurred into noise.
“Sounds good,” I murmured automatically, my attention slipping again.
Some seconds later, a soft click ended the call. 
I turned away from the window, a slow grin pulling at my mouth.
Olivia was probably losing her mind right now, trying to guess where I was taking her.
Typical. Always overthinking, always so easy to read.
And somehow, it never stopped being endearing.
I shook my head, laughing under my breath.
In less than an hour, I’d get to see her face light up and honestly, that thought alone mad

CHRISTIANI stepped out of the ward room, and the nurse followed closely behind. I turned to face her, pausing just outside the door and she stopped a few steps behind, waiting for me to speak. “I need to ask you something.” “Yes, Mr. Blackwood?”“The other victims from the accident,” I started. “Where are they?”“You mean Miss Grace and…” she looked down at her clipboard, then up at me. “Mr. Gregory? They are both in surgery and you’ll be updated soon.” I frowned. “Just the two?” I pressed. “There was another car involved in the crash. Where’s the driver?”Her eyes flickered, and she hesitated. “There was no driver…”“Was he taken to another hospital?” I interrupted, my voice more insistent than I intended. She flinched, a slight tremor in her hands.I exhaled sharply, pushing a hand through my hair, trying to rein in the rising frustration.It made sense that she didn’t have all the answers. She was just a nurse, after all, and I was pushing her harder than I should. I knew that,

MICHAELI pushed away from my desk, my fingers drumming against the wooden surface, but it didn’t help. My thoughts were spiraling, and the walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating me with anxiety. I could feel the pressure building, like an explosion waiting to happen and I yanked my fingers through my hair, tugging it hard as if pulling myself free from the chaos in my mind.I needed to think, but the thoughts wouldn’t come. I was trying, desperate to grasp onto something, anything, that would fix this. But nothing clicked.Was it Lydia’s constant pacing around the office, or was it my own frantic steps that drowned out every rational thought?“Lydia,” I snapped, my voice sharp, unable to keep the frustration bottled up any longer. “Can you just… stop for one fucking second?”She froze, her eyes shooting daggers at me. “Stop what?”“Stop pacing around like a fucking maniac!” I spat, my temper flaring. “It’s driving me insane and distracting the hell out of me!”“Stop?” She

OLIVIA 
I pushed the mashed potatoes around with my fork, nose scrunched and lips twisted in mild disgust. 
They were soft and warm, probably seasoned just fine, but I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy them. 
Was it because I’d been stuck in this hospital bed all day? Or maybe the food just looked better than it tasted? 
The dull ache in my chest had nothing to do with the bland meal in front of me, though. It came from the sudden emptiness left behind after my mother and James went home just a few minutes ago to shower and grab more supplies. I didn’t expect to feel this way, not so soon, and especially not with bodyguards still stationed right outside my door.
 And then there was Christian. Probably still at the precinct, or buried in phone calls, trying to figure out who wanted me dead. 
I sighed and set the fork down, my appetite fading.
What I wanted wasn’t food, it was him, holding me. Making me feel like everything was okay. I was so tired of lying here, surrounded by silen

CHRISTIAN 
As the engine went quiet, I stepped out of the car and shut the door with a solid thud. My eyes lifted to the tall building ahead. 
The NYPD precinct looked just like I remembered.
The moment I walked inside, a desk sergeant glanced up, eyebrows slightly raised like he was shocked to see me. 
“Good afternoon. What can I help you with?” he asked. 
“Good afternoon,” I said, stepping up to his desk. “I’m here to see Detective Nolan. He asked me to come in.” 
He gave a short nod and turned to his computer. “Do you know why he wants to see you?” 
“Yes,” I said after a brief pause. “I think he needs a statement. Something that might help with a case he’s working on.” 
“Alright.” He picked up the phone. “Give me a moment.” 
He dialed, then waited. 
“Detective Nolan? Mr. Blackwood is here to see you, Christian Blackwood. Just confirming he’s expected. Yes, sir. Got it.” 
He hung up and looked back at me. “He’ll see you now. Go down the corridor to your left. His office i