Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire’s Surrogate : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

ALEXANDER’S POVShe blushes prettily under the moonlight, "You look like you were made to wear a suit," she tells me looking at me from beneath her lowered eyelashes. I have never noticed her eyelashes before, today I do. They are long and dark."You look so beautiful. I'm a lucky man. I get to have you for tonight, I do not want to waste a moment," I say looking into her pretty eyes when we reach the front of my car. She looks flustered, so I reach behind her and open the car door for her. She opens her mouth to say something but must have changed her mind because she closes her mouth, smiles and shakes her head. Holding my hands, she sits in my car like royalty. Damn! I'm lucky tonight. I'm with the most beautiful woman tonight. I grin and go round the car to my side and slide in. I start the car and drive. "Um, where are we going Alexander?" She inquires."I hope you don't mind a late dinner. We're going to watch a symphony." I reply and take my eyes off the road for a moment

EMMA’S POV“What? You saw your dad? Where?” She asks, frantically. I frown at her.“He came to my shop, with his daughter.” I say, not sugarcoating my words. She stares at me, blankly.“Da..daughter?” “Yes, he has a daughter, who is way older than me. Do you know what that means? He lied to you from the beginning, he was never faithful.” I say harshly, to make her forget the idea of her going back to him. “And do you know what he said? He requested I should leave the Alexander, for her. Can you believe that? He tried to bribe me, so I could leave Alex. What a father!” “He did that to you?” She asks, becoming angry. I inwardly smile at that. A man like that does not deserve her. “Yes, he did. Can you guess the response I gave him? I said, funniest joke I’ve heard this month. Fiancée? I’m really not surprised she’s your daughter. A man who run away from his responsibility, and a daughter who sleeps around, and leaking someone’s private information just because of material things. Yo

ALEXANDER’S POV I come out few minutes, taking her into the bathroom with me. She is almost asleep. I place her inside the big bathtub. “This feels so good.” She mutters. I wash her body, paying special attention to certain places. She hits my hand playfully as I knead her breasts, making her moan. “If you don’t want me to take you again, don’t moan.” I bit her ear playfully. She complies immediately. I wash her and wrap her in a bathrobe. I carry her into the room and place her gently on the bed. I walk into my walk-in-closet and take out one of my clothes. I hand it to her and make my way to the bathroom to clean up. I emerge from the bathroom few minutes later and she is already asleep. I clean my body and lay on the bed. I stare at her, thinking about the sex we just had. I have never felt so good after laying with a woman. She is just so perfect, and she is mine. I doze into the world of sleep, thinking of her. ~The sun is blinding. I try to block it, covering my eyes wi

EMMA’S POV“Yes, boss.” And the call disconnects with that. We get to the hospital in a jiffy. I see nurses and doctors lined outside. Immediately Alex parks his car, which he did in a military style, they rush towards it, with a stretcher. I open the car door, giving way for the nurses to place her in the stretcher. They put her on it, and wheel her to the emergency room, while we follow behind.As soon as they enter a special ward, they lock the door behind them. “Will Mom be fine?” Hilda asked, crying.“I don’t know, Hilda. I don’t know.” I answer shakily, hugging her and my fear. “She will be fine, those are the best doctors in the country.” Alex says. I walk to him. “Alex, I’m scared. I don’t want anything to happen to her.” “Nothing is will happen to her.” He consoles me, kissing my forehead. The silence in the room feels heavy. Hilda’s continuous sobbing and worry doesn’t help.About an hour later, the doctor emerges from the emergency room. I run towards him, my eyes as

EMMA’S POVI plaster the brightest smile on my face as the customer leaves clutching a potted fern in her arms.“Thank you for stopping by,” I call after her, my voice filled with cheer that I don’t feel.As soon as the door shuts, silence wrap around me like a shroud.My smile falls and my shoulders slump. The laughter in my voice dissolves into nothing.I drag a hand across my face and sigh, staring at the counter cluttered with receipts and petals.He told me to quit.The thought sears like a fresh wound. Alex’s voice replays in my mind. He was calm, cold, final. “I’ll send you your pay. Don’t come back.”It isn’t just a job I’ve lost. It’s my children. The mornings of brushing Bernard’s hair back when he’s too sleepy to notice, slicking a nice ponytail for Bernice. The quiet moments of tucking them in at night, hearing them call me Emma when what I want—what I ache for—is Mommy.And Alex. God help me, Alex. I’ve gone and done the one thing I thought I wouldn’t. I fell in love with