All Chapters of The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

OLIVIA 
My eyes snapped open, a bitter taste already rising in my throat. 
Sheets tangled around my legs as I threw them off and ran to the bathroom, barely able to think past the roiling in my gut. 
I pushed the door open as I dashed in and hit the floor hard, my knees scraping tile just as the sickness surged up. 
I gripped the toilet seat and retched violently, my body folding in on itself with each heave. There was no control, no time to breathe, just wave after wave until there was nothing left but the sour burn in my mouth and trembling muscles. 
When it finally stopped, I stayed there, resting my forehead against the cool porcelain, the world tilting sickly around me and each breath I dragged in felt like it scraped raw through my chest. 
After several minutes, I forced my body to move. My arms shook as I pushed myself upright, and when I stood, my legs buckled slightly under my weight. 
I staggered toward the shower, twisting the knob until warm water rushed down on me

OLIVIA 
My face burned. I shifted slightly on the bed, fingers brushing over the IV in my wrist as the nurse glanced at her chart. 
“We ran a series of tests,” she said, flipping a page. “You’re fine.” 
She paused, eyes narrowing at something on the paper. “It looks like it was just stress. And… you’re not eating enough, especially for someone who’s pregnant.” 
I nodded, even though she wasn’t really waiting for a response. 
Honestly, I felt fine now, too fine, considering I’d almost passed out earlier. Maybe it was the IV, or the sheer humiliation of being here because I skipped breakfast that numbed everything down. 
I let out a small breath and turned my head, hoping for some kind of distraction…and my gaze flicked to Liam. 
He stood near the bed, hands shoved deep into his pockets, just staring at me like he wasn’t sure if he should say something or just turn around and leave. 
For long, I had tried to pretend he wasn’t there, had kept my eyes on the nurse, on the IV line

OLIVIA 
The ride home was hell. 
My mother always had a short fuse over the smallest things, so now that it was something big, she was losing her mind. Completely. 
She hadn’t stopped yelling since we got in the car, and the entire ride was hot and suffocating, her words burning through the air like acid. 
I stayed silent, staring out the window, and feeling smaller with every mile. 
Besides, what could I even say? 
That Christian had paid me to be his surrogate? That I used the money to save James’ life? That everything between Christian and me was built on a lie? 
She wouldn’t just be angry, she’d probably drop dead the second she heard it. 
Christian sat stiffly beside me, quiet, and tense. It was the first time I ever saw him seem unsure of himself. 
After a while of her yelling, he responded, his voice calm. 
“Ma’am, we’re really sorry you had to find out this way.” 
I blinked in surprise and turned to look at him.
He was apologizing? 
But, of course, it didn’t matt

OLIVIA For weeks, I’d waited for him to explain their relationship, to show that she didn’t matter, but I never got that. I couldn’t keep waiting for his words to match his actions. “What about her?” He didn’t answer right away, but his gaze didn’t waver either. His eyes searched mine, like he was waiting for me to say more. When I didn’t, he exhaled. 
“I didn’t fuck her, Olivia.” He took a slow step forward, like he wanted to make sure I understood every word. “Or whatever you think happened.” 
I shook my head, still not convinced. “Then just tell me the truth.” 
His eyes softened for a second. “Tell me why you think I’m lying. And say something more than me dancing with her at the ball.” 
Dancing with her at the ball? Was that all he thought this was about? 
I lifted my chin. “When I went to shop for a dress… Lydia told me you…” I paused, trying to steady myself. “She said you made her leave your bed that morning. I don’t think that means nothing.” 
He raised an eyebrow, a

CHRISTIAN
What am I doing? That’s a fair question.
Because if someone had told me months ago that I would find myself in this position—kneeling before Olivia, my only focus on her pleasure, and my own desires secondary, I would have called them crazy. And yet, here I was, overwhelmed by the need to make her squirm, to hear her breath hitch, to watch her lose herself under my touch and consumed by a hunger I couldn’t control.
Oh, how I’d missed the sight of her writhing beneath me. 
It takes a real man to admit when a woman has completely shifted his world and I was that man.
So yes, I knew what I was doing, and the end result? It would most likely be her release all over my face. Soon.
Slowly, I trailed kisses up her thighs, nearing the place where she pulsed with need and she trembled. 
“Relax,” I whispered against her skin, and somehow, that made her quiver even more.
A groan rumbled in my chest as my eyes caught the sight of her…soft, wet, and waiting for me. I could lose