Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Olivia’s POV I sat in the cold waiting room, next to Christian, whose palms were wrapped around mine, nervous jitters skittering around on my skin, and my insides. His long fingers occasionally caressed mine, and that was the only thing that kept me on the surface. Holding me down. Stopping me from exploding all over in a confetti of nerves. The pungent antiseptic smell that hung in the air here made me sick to my stomach, twisting the knots in the bottom. I exhaled shakily, my fingers pressing into the chair. I felt Christian’s gaze on my face in the next nanosecond, his breath also harsh and uneven. “Are you nervous?” I blurted out, turning my face to look at him, making an effort to stomp on my raging nerves. He nodded, a tautness in his face. Then he let out a sigh. “I can’t figure out why a simple ultrasound is making me this way. Keeping me on tiptoes.” “My heart’s beating like crazy,” he added, lifting my palm to rest flat against his chest, “can you feel it?” I nodded,

Everyone’s gaze was on my face, but I hardly saw anyone, my eyes burning with heated fury, that I barely managed to keep in reins. And Cain, instead of heeding my silent warning, stepped forward, drawing closer to me, a determined glint sparkling in his eyes. “I understand your position, Mr. Christian,” he started in that voice that seemed so off to me, grating on my nerves, “but Mr. Blackwood has given me permission to carry out this search,” he added, nodding in the direction of my office. “So I’m afraid you can’t stop me, or this.” What was it that was so off about him? I could fucking smell it heavily on him, but I couldn’t just pinpoint it. Glaring at him, my chest rose and fell in a choking anger, and I advanced towards him in slow, menacing steps. “I’ll say it just one more time, detective,” I bit out in a quiet voice, my jaw twitching painfully. “Get. Out.” He squared his shoulders again, the smile dissipating from his features. “This search, Mr. Christian,” he started i

Sighing, I rocked back on the bed with hunched shoulders, popping a slice of cucumber into my mouth. As I chewed slowly, a thought suddenly occurred to me, and my eyes lit up with a sparkle. “How about this?” I asked, staring up at him with the best puppy eyes I could manage at that point. “What?” He queried, his brow slightly cocked as he stared down at me. “A baby shower…” He paused, watching me closely, as if considering it. “I mean,” I continued when it seemed like he would disagree, “it would be really nice to throw one, you know? It’ll help let off some steam, especially with all that’s happened lately, and my mom will also get to meet your family.” “So, yeah,” I flipped my hair backwards, “I think a baby shower is just perfect.” He still had that puzzled expression on his face. “A baby shower?” “Yeah,” I mumbled, nodding. “Don’t you know what that is?” “Well,” he sighed, “I might have some ideas about this…baby shower. But I’ve never been to one.” “Not to worry, then

CHRISTIAN “Not at all,” he replied almost immediately, reaching forward and grabbing the telephone on his desk. “Hello, yeah,” he started once the call clicked, “can I have Mr. Sylas from the writing and communication department in my office, right away?” A pause, as whoever was on the other end spoke words I couldn’t quite hear. “Great,” he bit out a second later. “I’ll be waiting.” “Please, sit, will you?” The VC offered me a seat for the first time since I walked into his office, and I sank in with a knowing smirk. “Thank you for your interest in donating to our college, Mr. Christian,” he started, rising to his feet and coming around the desk. “Tea?” “No, thank you,” I replied in a flat tone. “And about the donation, it’s really not a big deal.” He nodded, smiling. “Thank you so much.” After a while, he cleared his throat. “Well I uh, I’m certainly shocked to find that you’re acquainted with Ms. Olivia, because I’ve never actually attended any of your..meetings and events

Christian’s POV I turned my head from side to side in a swift snap. I needed to release the cramped muscles that sprouted from typing on this laptop for almost an hour now, my back ramrod straight. I paused for a moment, grabbing up a page of one of Olivia’s manuscripts. As my eyes scanned through the lines, my chest swirled with pride. There was not a single doubt about the fact that she was good. A great writer. Her school had really done her dirty all these years, trampling on her efforts and such talent. I dumped the paper on the desk and resumed typing. I’d been trying to draft an email to an old friend who’s an acquisition editor. I knew he would read this immediately he got it, fastening the process to her getting a book deal. We’d been quite locked in tight back in the day. After typing in a few more words, I hit the send button and watched as the document rolled for a while. One down. I reached for my phone and dialed my account manager’s number. “I need you to make