บททั้งหมดของ The Cruel Millionaire's Surrogate: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

**Jonathan**I fucked up. I lied to Kierra, and now nothing feels right. The guilt is eating me alive, and I know the right thing is to come clean, but I don’t want this to potentially ruin our trip.I’d spent the last ten minutes with a smile plastered on my face, periodically checking my phone and answering text messages as Kierra zipped through the house I rented for us. It was comical how much she reminded me of an adult version of Kiyah as she pointed out various features of the house she loved—the infinity pool and hot tub, fire pit, pool table, home theater, and the California King bed in the primary suite. I should’ve been joining in on her excitement, but as always, Eliza had a knack for ruining things.Can’t I have 48 hours with the woman I love without having to put out dumpster fires? Honestly, it’s my fault. I can turn my phone off and walk away. Eliza will do what she wants to do, and if she scars our children in the process, then that’s on her. I don’t owe her anything—

**Jonathan**“Jon? Are you okay?”“Mhm,” I replied unconvincingly as sweat poured from my forehead.“We don’t have to do this.”“Yes, we do. We’re already on the plane.”“It’s not too late. We haven’t jumped,” Kierra said, trying to give me another out.“No, we’re doing this,” I said firmly, tightening my helmet.“Okay, you two. We’ve reached 15,000 feet. Who wants to go first?” Kierra’s tandem partner, Jake, asked.“Do you want to go first?” Kierra asked. I shook my head furiously.“You go ahead. I’ll be right behind you,” I said, unable to recognize my own voice due to the shakiness.“I know you will because you’re a Karate and Ju-Ju master,” she teased.“Neither Karate nor Jujitsu will prevent me from plunging to my death.”She laughed and instructed Jake that she wanted to do a flip if he could manage.“Not unless you want us to die. Tricks aren’t ideal for tandem,” he responded.“Never mind. All right, Jon. I love you. I’ll see you on the ground.”I wasn’t religious, but I starte

**Kierra**“I’m sorry. He was supposed to fold,” I said, pouting as we entered the rental.“What happened to you learning from the best?” Jonathan scoffed.“I did! I don’t know what happened!”“Kierra…honey…you went all in on a two-pair,” Jonathan drawled as he climbed the stairs.“They were a high two pair! I had two Aces. He was supposed to take my bluff.”“Well, he didn’t. He saw right through you,” Jonathan sarcastically replied as he undid his tie. “Thirty thousand down the drain, just like that.”“I’ll pay you back,” I said, kicking off my heels and unzipping my dress.“I don’t want your money.”“Well, how did you do on the slots?”“You don’t even want to know,” he chuckled, falling into bed.“You know what this means, right?” I asked, straddling his lap.“What does it mean?”His lips connected with mine, and his hands kneaded my ass before I could reply. Reluctantly, I pulled away; however, Jonathan made it clear he wasn’t done with me.“It means….”My mouth gaped as his lips s

**Jonathan**My phone rang while I poured ginger ale into sippy cups. I answered without looking and cursed myself for being so distracted when my mother’s voice crooned through the speaker.“Warner.”It’s never good news when she starts a conversation with my middle name.“Hello, Mother. How are you?”“Perplexed, if you can believe it.”“I can, and I’d love to chat about it, but the kids are sick and—”“My grandchildren are sick? How did I not know this?”“You’ve been busy with your travels, and I didn’t want to upset you over stomach issues.”“That’s nonsense, Warner, and you know it. I’m never too busy for my grandchildren. In fact, I’m coming over.”No, no, no. She can’t come. I haven’t told my parents about Kierra and Kiyah. I want them to meet them both, but maybe not when we’re elbow deep in puke and shit.“No, don’t do that. It might be contagious.”“Your father and I will be there in an hour.”Oh, God, no….“No—”“Yes.”“You’re imposing,” I warned. She laughed at my feeble at

**Kierra**I stared up at the sky as warmth blurred my vision. My chest felt heavy. I could barely catch my breath. It happened so fast. The driver was impatient and clipped me going over 50 miles an hour. Pain had exploded through my body when I landed on the pavement and skidded to a halt several yards from my bike. I cried when I rolled onto my side—everything hurt.Rory’s bike….“Ma’am, don’t get up,” a woman rushed out. “Marcus, did you get the driver’s license plate before they sped off?”“I did. I’m on the phone with 9-1-1 now.”Tears spilled from my eyes as I attempted to inch toward the crumpled debris that was scattered on the highway.I lost Rory’s bike.“What’s your name, honey? My name’s Felicity, and I used to be a nurse back in my day. I know you’re concerned about your motorcycle, but it’s just a bike. Your safety is more important. You’re losing blood, and I need to get pressure on these wounds.”It’s not just a bike…I blinked rapidly when she snapped in my face. “Yo