Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Cruel Millionaire's Surrogate: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

**Kierra**I left the expansive window and quickly swept the impressive suite. It felt less like a hotel room and more like a luxury condo with high-end furnishings and a million-dollar view.It’s worth every penny.I retrieved the suitcase and went into the bedroom. I bit my bottom lip when I found Jonathan obediently sitting at the foot of the bed in nothing but his birthday suit. His dick stood tall and imposing in all its veined glory. It wasn’t until it twitched in anticipation that I felt sorry for him. He wouldn’t experience any relief any time soon.I abandoned the suitcase and wedged myself between his parted thighs. He reached out to touch me and groaned in disappointment when I slapped his hand away. “You don’t get to touch me until I say you can. Do you understand?”He nodded.“We should get rid of these. We wouldn’t want to break them, now, would we?” I asked, motioning at his glasses.“Take me—I mean, take them,” he rushed out. I grinned widely and removed his wire-rimme

**Kierra**Nothing could wipe the smile off my face as I jogged with Simone down the walking trail that surrounded the perimeter of the community park. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would live among those who replaced their vehicle with the newest model yearly or took their families on luxury ski trips to Aspen for the holidays. The furthest I dreamed was a modest ranch in middle-class suburbia with Rory and our growing family and a dog or two. Despite my initial hesitation, I liked it out here. The community could be more welcoming, but I had Simone and Anthony for that. I’d take the wives’ cold shoulders on the jogging trails any day in exchange for peace and safety. Rory and I didn’t always live in the safest neighborhoods. It wasn’t unusual to hear loud arguing outside that sometimes led to physical altercations. It was expected to hear police or ambulance sirens and the drawn-out, obnoxious train horn in the early morning hours. None of that shit happened here. The

**Jonathan**“Mr. Burgess, you’ve heard my client’s impassioned speech. I think we both know how a jury would react to such a statement.”“As impassioned as Mrs. Houston’s statement was, it doesn’t deny the facts that her husband was negligent, which ultimately led to his death.”“We accept the explanation and evidence that Mr. Houston did not follow the correct lockout/tagout procedure.”“Then what is your argument?” he pressed.I smirked and tossed a file at him.“Our position is that Vance Oil was not only negligent with hiring Mr. Houston but also negligent when it came to on-the-job training, specifically OSHA-required lockout/tag out training. I received the subpoenaed evidence from your human resource and training department. The application that Mr. Houston filled out specifically stated they wanted experienced riggers with two-plus years of experience; however, Mr. Houston didn’t have any experience. On his application, he also indicated that he had zero rig experience; howev

**Jonathan**“Mr. Jonathan, are we going to go trick-or-treating?” Kiyah asked from the back seat. I peered in the rear-view mirror and caught her adjusting the sheer scarf around her head.“Yes, we’re going trick-or-treating once we pick up Nori and her parents.”“I want all the candy!” Casey exclaimed.“I want candy!” Daisy co-signed.“What about you, Grant?” Kierra asked, looking over her shoulder. “Do you want candy?”“Of course,” he huffed in response.“It was a silly question, wasn’t it?” she asked. She chuckled when he nodded firmly. “Because I’m sure we’ll be eating all kinds of sweet treats at Ms. Simone and Uncle Anthony’s house; you guys can only eat three pieces of candy tonight because it’s a school night.”“Ms. Kierra, you can’t do that!” Casey protested.“Don’t talk back to my mommy!” Kiyah fussed.“Shut up!” Casey snapped. I was about to intervene when Grant beat me to the punch.“You need to behave, Casey, or I’ll take all of your candy and make you watch me eat it. A

**Kierra**“Yes,” I whimpered as he stroked me through my pajama pants.“I don’t believe you. You’ll have to prove it to me. Touch yourself.”My mouth gaped. “But Daisy—”“Touch yourself,” he repeated, a little rougher than before, cluing me in that he wasn’t fucking around with me. I maintained eye contact with him as I slid my fingers into my pants. I wasn’t wearing panties, so accessing my throbbing pussy was a breeze. “How many fingers are you using?”“One,” I whispered.“You can do better than that,” he insisted. I added another finger at his behest and could feel my arousal coat and drip down my fingers. “Let me see.”I slipped the wet digits out and held them up for him to inspect. My breath hitched when his mouth sank on my fingers. His enigmatic green eyes blazed with barely restrained passion as he sampled me. One second, Jonathan was sucking my pussy juice-covered fingers, and the next, he was walking off without another word.I don’t know how long I stood there dumbfounded