Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Cruel Millionaire's Surrogate: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

[Anthony]Several Weeks LaterI had my woman pinned against my office wall. I reached between us and felt that she was soaking wet.Good. I don’t have time for foreplay.I impaled her and grinned. Her legs shook, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. “Already? We’re just getting started,” I teased before slamming into her with punishing strokes. I took it easier than I wanted the night of her birthday. I was aware she hadn’t had sex in years and didn’t want to go too crazy and make the experience horrible for her.My tongue plunged into her panting mouth; it was warm and inviting. Usually, I kissed her with such reverence and passion, but we’d gotten into our first fight and were working out our frustration through sex. It was my fault. I’d been keeping Nori close ever since she called me Daddy. Simone had a strict policy about Nori sleeping in her crib, and I continuously undermined that rule by bringing Nori to bed with us most nights. I snapped at her when she corrected me,

SimoneI blinked several times as two and two started making sense. My eyes were drawn to the photo of me gorging on iced gingerbread cookies while pregnant. They were my heroin, and Anthony was my dealer.I stood to my feet, and the book fell from my hands. Anthony glanced down at it in concern before looking back up at me. “Simone? Are you okay?” I hurriedly left for the garage, dodging Nori and the ottoman. “So? No to my proposal?”The pregnancy test sat in a white plastic bag on the front passenger seat. I snatched it up and beelined it to the nearest bathroom, darting past Anthony. I shut the door behind me and locked it. My hands fumbled with the pink package that promised to give me accurate readings in five minutes. “Shit!” I yelled when I accidentally dropped the box on the floor.Anthony knocked on the door. “Simone? Are you okay? Do you need help?”I picked up the box while simultaneously sliding my shorts down my legs. “I think I can manage peeing by myself,” I rushed out.

This is the start of Part 2 of The Nanny Series, featuring Jonathan and Kierra.Blurb: Recently widowed, Kierra Houston is ready to give up all hope of getting justice for her husband’s death when she walks into Jonathan Baker’s office with her three-year-old daughter, Kiyah. Before Jonathan, she was turned away by sixteen lawyers who refused to represent her wrongful death suit against Vance Oil, who claims her husband’s death was due to a critical error on his part.Jonathan eagerly agrees to represent Kierra, confident that he could win her case with some strategic thinking outside the box. Meanwhile, Jonathan is looking for a live-in nanny after being awarded sole custody of his children, and Kierra fits the bill. Kierra moves into Jonathan’s home with her daughter and helps wrangle his three rambunctious children.It doesn’t take long for Jonathan and Kierra to seek refuge in each other when they discover how caring and nurturing they are despite Jonathan’s failed marriage and Ki

KierraSixteen lawyers.I’d been turned down by sixteen lawyers, and with my track record, I’d probably be turned down by Lawyer #17 in a few minutes. They all told me it was impossible. They all told me it wasn’t worth it. They all said Vance Oil was too big to take on without a pay guarantee. If you asked me, they were sixteen pussies who didn’t give a damn about a widowed woman getting justice.I’m tired. So…fucking tired. I don’t think I can make it to Lawyer #18. I’m sorry, Rory. I wiped away a tear, waiting for my name to be called to meet with Jonathan Baker, Esquire. The online reviews were glowing, and he came highly recommended, but anyone with the title ‘esquire’ could not be trusted. Was I being judgmental? Yes, but I’ve been burned so many times by these so-called lawyers that I should be laid up in a burn unit. They’re shady con artists, weirdos, and bastards. I doubt my opinion will change.I looked down when I felt something on my leg. Kiyah was driving her toy car do

**Jonathan**“No running in the house,” I reminded my sons as they rushed inside to greet Simone. I found Anthony on babysitting duty in the living room, supervising Daisy and Nori as they played.“Hey, Uncle Ant. Where is Ms. Simone?” Grant asked.“She’s taking a nap, buddy. How was school today?”“Horrible!”“Horrible?” Anthony gasped. “Why do you say that?”“We had a substitute teacher today, and she was mean!”“What did she do that was mean?”“She cut recess short because some of the kids weren’t following playground rules.”“Sorry, Grant, but that’s a classic example of how a few bad apples can ruin it for everyone else. Maybe next time, your classmates will follow the rules.”“It’s not fair,” Grant protested.“Life isn’t fair. What do you want for dinner? I’m ordering.”“You’re ordering? I thought Ms. Simone was cooking.”“I’ll be surprised if she wakes up for dinner. How was your day, Case? Did you learn anything?” Anthony asked, moving on to the next child.He shrugged and pic