All Chapters of The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Christian's POVI finally pulled my beat-down self from the bed around 11am, groggily wading to the bathroom to wash up.As the rivulets of water hit my face from the shower head, the pores of lava open on my skin started to close up icily.I'd drowned myself in the comfort of alcohol after I left Olivia the previous night, experimenting different Brandy and vodka flavours. I'd tumbled into bed afterwards, and I'd crashed out heavily, into a deep sleep that was a fast as it was heavy.I woke up sometime in the middle of the night in my own pool of sweat, sheets soaked, and unable to go back to sleep. I'd ripped the shirt from my chest, down to every other last piece of clothing. I kept the briefs on so I didn't ice out in a fit of rage. Then, I'd gone back to drinking heavily. That was the only way to clear my head of the murdering thoughts, and also sleep.Now my head was pounding like a thousand temple bells were being struck heavily inside.I washed up as quickly as I could, then I

Olivia's POVThe air around us was quiet, except for the occasional clanking of steel against ceramic.Breakfast was quiet, Christian broody. Or was I the broody one? I wasn't sure…but I didn't like the intensity and discomfort of the silence.He'd hardly said a word to me since we got back yesterday, especially about what had transpired back at the chairman's house. He kept acting like nothing had happened, in fact, carefully avoiding the injury the few times he spoke to me.No matter how hard I thought about it, anyway, I couldn't bring myself to speak about it… my concerns, the defeat I felt, the helplessness, the regret, the guilt. If I opened my mouth to speak, there would be no words.His phone resumed the persistent buzzing on the table, and buzz after buzz, I was convinced what it was about.The press conference that would announce Michael as the new president was being held today… so it was pretty obvious, or easily guessable, what the persistent buzzing was about.Christian

Olivia's POVThe phone started ringing for the thousandth time, and it took everything in me to refrain from flinging it across the room.After our encounter with the paparazzi at the parking lot, I'd kinda been cranky at intervals. Christian had tried to cheer me up, following the stunt he pulled at the lot, but it didn't help much. I was still cranky, each time my mind strayed to the two idiots that decided to ruin my moment with Christian.I'd tossed and turned in bed that night, for long hours, unable to sleep. The encounter had somehow succeeded in stirring the worries I'd forgotten about. Eventually, I'd managed to fall into a dreamless sleep in the early hours, sometime around 3am. And I'd only managed about three hours when the incessant calls started coming in. I'd tried to ignore it, of course, because why would anyone be calling me at 6am?!This temper…it's the hormones.Heaving a sigh, I threw the sheets over my head and grabbed the phone. I squinted at the name glowing ac

Christian's POVI'd just texted Rowan the password to Patricia's phone when Michael emerged from the doctor's office, looking unbothered for a man whose wife just tried to kill herself. I stood straighter, pocketing the phone.He scoffed when he saw me, running a hand through his stupidly slicked back hair. “I knew you'd be waiting here.” He paused a few feet away from me, shaking his head. “What’s that look in your eyes? You're not planning to murder me and throw my carcass to the wind and birds, are you?”He threw his head back in a laugher riddled with mockery, smoothing a hand over his tie.My fists clenched even tighter. “Do you even care about her?” I demanded in a voice tight with anger, shuffling a step toward him.I knew the answer to that already, deep down.. I just pretended not to care. Now, I was giving him a benefit of doubt, wanting to hear him say it.He watched with burning eyes for a short while, gauging my expression. “Ha!” The tension in his face dissipated, and

PREVIOUS BOOK TO BE CONTINUEDOlivia’s POV“I want to introduce my mate and future bride to you all,” Michael said, holding his champagne glass and gently hitting it with his dinner fork. All conversations at the table stopped, and all eyes fell on him. Even the chefs began working gently, carrying the expensive china plates and bringing in more delicacies with care. Those who were shuffling their feet because of extreme fatigue suddenly became agile, and even the background music was reduced.I noticed all these, too, and I smiled. What was there to not smile about? It had always been my forever dream, the day Michael would acknowledge me as his mate in the presence of his family. I shifted proudly in my seat and slightly sipped from my wine glass.“This woman is what I will describe as a blessing, someone not even the richest man on earth can use his money to acquire. And yet, she is with me, right by my side, keeping my mind and soul together whenever I reach rock bottom. And oh, s