Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Surrogate : Bab 21 - Bab 30

EMMA’S POVFew days ago, I sent a message to Jay about what I heard Alexander say. I hated that Jay laughed at my vulnerability. I hate that I except do much from bring a nanny to my own children while slowly falling in love with the man who has no commitment in his veins, who is left in the dark, with children and no identity of the mother. I hate that I love him so quickly. I almost hate that I was a surrogate.And of course, I had patience, waiting for Jay's findings on his reasons for not being committed.I open a mail from an unknown sender. It keeps loading, the arrow turning around in fading circles and finally, it opens—it is a lengthy email from my private investigator.The email opens, and my eyes begin to scan the contents, reading every word carefully. What an interesting topic! I put on my blue lens and glue my eyes to the screen. It is a detailed finding on Alexander's past love life.I grab a can of crunchy chips from the table and munch slowly as I read. A part of me w

EMMA'S POVI sit in my cozy sitting room, the bright glow of the television casting light across the space. The show I'm watching is a story adaptation with its theme centered on love, tender moments in between and exotic romance in the end.As I watch every scene and characters on the screen, I can't help but imagine what it would be like between Alexander and me. I imagine more moments of shared laughter, stolen glances, and the unspoken connection that has been growing between us. I dream wildly about our interactions transcending from our roles as nanny and employer to something more— I mean, he’s the father to my children so it shouldn’t be pathetic.I imagine us taking long walks together through the quiet lit streets and dark alleys, stealing kisses with me on my toes, standing to reach for his lips while I lean against him.I imagine our conversations flowing effortlessly as we explore life and love, forging a bond unbreakable.In my reverie, I see us sitting across from each

EMMA’S POVI lift my naked body off the bed and walk to his white-walled bathroom. I need to do a quick clean up and leave as soon as I can. I doubt I'll be able to look him in the eye after this passionate night.I grab the soap from its dish and scrub my body clean inside the bath. After a skeptical move, I take his towel to dry my wet skin, entering his room stark naked.I assume he is asleep and as I reach for my shirt, a firm pull brings me almost effortlessly to the bed."Alex…" I drift off as he takes my mouth in his, sucking every corner of my lip.He pauses and moves me gently, out bodies entwined in a cuddle."You're so beautiful, Emma." His fingers traces my face, tucking my hair at the back of my ears.I slowly reach for his nose, my index finger caressing his nose bridge, tracing his thick eyebrows and going down his hairy temple.He grabs my butt and slaps it twice, the sound like the clap of soft flesh. In a few seconds, I feel his dick rising and straining, touching my

ALEXANDER’S POVThe beep of my phone draws me away from the noisy bar. The place is filled with people from all walks of life; the wealthy, the healthy, the rough, the wild, the good and bad. I sit at the bartender's, watching him turn drinks into quick shots with half slice of lime fruit on a plate."For you, sir." He curtly says, shifting the small cup before me.He looks like he has been into the business. The way he greets, his apron neatly wrapped around him and a cheque towel over his shoulder. For a moment, I wish I have no responsibility other than being a bartender.I nod in appreciation, gulping the drink. My throat feels hot and burning within a second."You seem to have had a tough day, sir. Do you want more?" He asks, wiping some cups and placing them carefully."No, I'm okay." I grin, my teeth itching.I wasn't okay. I am not okay. I want more gulps of hot drink to quench the thoughts of Emma in my mind. I want to have more nights with her and get to know her better and

EMMA’S POVAs the evening comes and the sun starts setting, we finally manage to restore the shop but not as perfect and magnificent as before.I sigh, bending my waist to each side, stretching and yawning. I stand back, surveying my handiwork, and for the first time in hours, a smile tugs at the corners of my lips. I don't know why I still smile at the end.I wash my hands properly, and while I dust off my clothes, I watch John doing the final touches. I pack my bag and get my keys and head for the door.I look around the hood while John locks up properly."John, I'm sorry that you had to pass through this. You can stay off work if that's okay for you." I break the silence as I drive him home."No, ma'am. I love the flower shop. I'll always stick around." His hand cupping his chin.“Are you sure about this? You can take a break if you wish, you know.” I swerve to the left side of the road.“You don’t have to worry, ma’am. You have a lot on your plate and this is mine.” He manages a s