All Chapters of Her Sister’s Surrogate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Hunter's POVTwo days after Grace agreed to marry me, we headed back to the office. It felt surreal driving through Manhattan with her beside me, knowing she'd agreed to be my wife. The enormity of what we were doing still hadn't fully settled. I didn't feel any guilt having lost Helena and now I was marrying her sister. How could I, after everything I had just found out about my dead ex-wife?"I think we should keep things quiet for now," Grace said suddenly as we turned onto Park Avenue. Her fingers twisted nervously in her lap. "About the wedding, I mean."I glanced at her, not entirely surprised. "How quiet?""I need to tell my parents and Quinn first. And Max." She looked down when she mentioned him. "I don't want them hearing it from someone else."I clenched my jaw at Max's name. The idea of Grace talking to him about our engagement made something dark curl in my gut, but I pushed it down. I needed to remember she was mine and she had chosen me, not Max. But that didn't still t

Grace's POV"Let me get this straight," Quinn said, setting her water glass back down on the table after I spilled the beans about me marrying Hunter. "You're marrying Hunter. Your sister's husband. Two weeks after her funeral. Because you're pregnant."I winced at her bluntness. "When you put it like that— We haven't talked about a date yet… So, it would be longer than two weeks.""How else should I put it, Grace?" Her voice was calm, but her eyes were sharp. I could tell she was worried about me. "You're pregnant with his baby… and the witch's baby, and now you're marrying him. The timing is... questionable at best. What's he worried about?""It's for the baby," I said, the rehearsed explanation sounding hollow even to my own ears. "It gives us both legal rights. It makes things cleaner. The baby will have two parents."Quinn stared at me, unblinking. "And that's the only reason?"I looked down at my untouched Thai beef salad. "What other reason would there be?""Oh, I don't know," s

Max's POVI hadn't seen Hunter since Helena's funeral. Even though we were business partners on this massive deal to acquire old man Thompson's company, Hunter had been handling things remotely through his second-in-command. Can’t say I blamed him, losing your wife in a car crash isn't exactly something you bounce back from in a couple of weeks.When I walked into Sinclair Enterprises, I knew I was just using business as an excuse. The real reason I was here was Grace. She had just lost her sister as well.Hunter didn't know it yet, but he was better off without his bitch of a wife. Not like I would tell him that. He would see it for himself soon enough. I just hoped he didn't put her on a pedestal now she was dead like some people did, forgetting the flaws and wanting to remember loved ones in the best light, and pushing people away. Yes, it was very sad she dead. I should have feelings, but I couldn't fake feelings for a woman I didn't like.Grace, though, I'd been worried about her

Grace's POVThe elevator doors slid shut on Max. He'd kissed me. Deliberately. Knowing Hunter was watching.I took a shaky breath, pressing my palms flat against my stomach, trying to steady the tremor working through my hands. Hunter had seen. The look on his face when he'd burst through that conference room door, jaw clenched tight enough to crack bone, eyes dark with something that looked an awful lot like fury.The quiet in the office felt dangerous now. I glanced at Hunter's closed door. Part of me wanted to march in there and demand to know what he and Max had said to each other. The other part, maybe the smarter part, knew better. Let him calm down.Before I could decide, the door opened.Hunter stood in the doorway. His face gave nothing away. "Come in."Not a request. But a command.I swallowed hard and walked toward him, keeping a careful distance as I passed through the doorway. The scent of his cologne filled my senses; it was familiar. Once I was inside, he closed the doo

Grace's POVThe rest of the afternoon passed in a haze of hyperawareness. Every shift in my chair sent a reminder through my body of what Hunter had done to me over his desk. Of what he'd promised to do again tonight.How rough and dominant he had been, closer to the dreams I had been having about him. I hadn't been lying when I told him how much I had enjoyed it. I always got the feeling he was holding part of himself back from me, and I wasn't just talking about his love. I wasn't sure that would ever be mine.I tried to focus on work, emails, scheduling, the mundane tasks that usually grounded me. But my mind kept drifting back to the feel of his hands on my hips, his voice in my ear, the raw possession in every thrust.And the fact that I was sitting here, at my desk, with nothing between me and my skirt.Heat crept up my neck every time someone walked past. Quinn stopped by once, gave me a strange look, but didn't comment. I was very self-conscious about my state of undress.Arou