All Chapters of The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Olivia’s POVI remained very rigid as Christian carried me into the car, gently placing me on the seat and leaning forward to strap on my seatbelt.I felt like a toddler, with the way he was carrying me, but I couldn’t even argue with him, because he was probably annoyed with me too.But how could I have refused his grandfather’s orders to appear at the hospital? It wasn’t like I could do that and not expect to face his wrath…Sighing heavily, I watched through the rearview mirror as Christian took the car key from the driver and dismissed him, walking over to the driver’s side.As he got in, I kept my gaze transfixed on him. More out of disbelief and curiosity.He jammed the key into the ignition, and the engine rumbled to life.“Why are you taking me home yourself?” I demanded in a loud voice, trying to get myself heard over the engine noise. “What about the driver?”Christian waited until the noise had died down, the engine still running, before he turned his gaze to me. “I sent hi

Christian’s POVMy cock throbbed even harder as I stared down at the green-eyed beauty that sucked the living daylights out of me, with half-lidded eyes, her pink tongue swirling around the tip.God, she would be the death of me.Groaning in pleasure, and unable to hold back anymore, I gently pushed her back on the bed, my cock jutting out like a sword as I straddled her.“How much do you want me, Olivia?” I demanded, my eyes running down her face, lingering on her nipples, as I stroked her clit with the tip of my cock.Slowly, I pushed in the tip, my jaw clenching with suppressed hunger and desire. “This much?”“No, a little more,” she breathed, her fingers gliding over my back.Taut veins bulging on the side of my neck, I pushed in a little bit further, her clit hugging my pulsating cock, and we both gasped as a tingling sensation washed down my skin.“This much?” I whispered in her ear, my arm snaking around her waist and positioning her perfectly underneath me.She nodded slowly,

Olivia’s POVI woke up feeling a bit groggy, heavy to my bones and deeply satiated.As I started to collect my thoughts slowly, my eyes adjusted, moving round the room, and I was a little surprised to find that Christian was nowhere in sight.Where had he gone to?I could remember—a bit groggily, anyway—that he’d been by my side before I fell into the unplanned nap.Did he leave? Work?Sighing, I slid down to the edge of the bed and picked up my knee walker, groaning as I struggled to get out of bed.Now steady on my feet, I exhaled shakily and started out of the room, nodding at the maids that called out their greetings as I walked down the corridor.I was tempted to just call one of them and ask about Christian’s whereabouts, but decided to save that card for the last few minutes of the severe panic. While silently hoping it doesn’t get to that.I got into the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor, my lips pressed together as I tried to calm my suddenly raging nerves.

Christian’s POVI lifted my knuckles and rapped twice on the door, and my grandfather’s voice rang out almost immediately.“Come in.”I pushed the door in and stepped inside the study, glancing around briefly.“I’m glad you arrived swiftly,” he added gesturing me to a seat, and I nodded and sank into it, keeping close to the edge.We sat in silence for a few seconds, and I just stared pointedly at him, waiting to hear the reason he had called me over.“So,” he started after a few more seconds, “you don’t care to know how your brother’s faring? Or Ms. Hales?”He cocked a brow as he asked the question, incredulity etched deep into his face.I leaned back in my seat, keeping my eyes closely trained on his face. “If Michael’s condition has gotten worse, I’d know that, don’t you think?”My grandfather flinched a bit at my tone, his eyes narrowing slightly.“I mean,” I continued, “he’s been bankrolling the press, hasn’t he?”My grandfather shook his head in what seemed to be disbelief. “I f

Christian’s POV“I apologize for keeping you waiting,” Mr. Rowan, the private detective, apologized as he walked up to my desk.I glanced at the analog watch on my wrist, my jaw ticking, before I raised my head and gestured him to the seat on the other side of the desk, subtly eyeing the file he held in his hand.“So,” I started, leaning back in the seat and crossing my legs, “what do you have for me? What have you found?”I watched as he flipped the file open and pulled out a ton of photos and papers. All that stuff.Setting the file aside, he started to separate the photos and papers like they were in categories, and I silently admired his ability to do this, being so good at his job, despite his eccentricity.He pushed to his feet then, sliding the first pile of pictures over to me and spreading them out, and as I stared down at the pictures, a frown crept into my face, explicit images filling my vision.“I should warn you,” he started, placing his hands on his lips, “some of them