All Chapters of The Perfect Match; Billionaire's Surrogate Mother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Louisa's point of view The driver drove us back home. Both of us sat in the back seat, which suddenly felt too small. This was the closest we'd ever been to each other; the drive felt like it took ages. I never expected him to come — not after getting so upset at me for suggesting it that he'd ended up crashing the car. Maybe he meant well, trying to do right by me, and I'd blown it out of proportion. Or maybe he'd just done it to taunt me. I never know with him. Damien kept glancing at me. I could feel his eyes travel over me before retreating. "If you have something to say, just spill it," he said, eyes landing sharply on me — like he was almost afraid I actually had a voice. "I... I..." He stuttered. I never thought I'd hear him stutter. "Are you okay?" My brows pulled together. He was off. Completely off. Even his shirt wasn't tucked in properly — for the first time, he didn't look perfectly put together. "I'm sorry I bothered you," he said, eyes darting around.

Louisa's point of view Michelle said Mom was recovering well — she'd even gained some weight — and the agent called to say they'd found a house for me, big enough for the three of us, within my price range.Things were finally going my way, so with nothing left to worry about, I slept clean through the evening until I woke up around midnight, hungry.Using my phone flashlight instead of the overhead light, I tiptoed to the kitchen out of habit, grabbed two big bags of potato chips, and headed back."I'll be huge by the end of this pregnancy," I mumbled to myself, pulling my half-empty ice cream container from the fridge. "I'll start working out soon. Get back in shape, look sexy again."I chuckled, a little too loud, realizing I was talking to myself.A small ray of light from the living room caught my attention.Damien.What was he doing up at this hour?I edged toward the living room, then stopped.What he was doing was none of my business.I paused a second before turning to leave

Louisa's point of view I hadn't felt this good in a long time. This was why I'd chosen marketing — why I did what I did. It could look boring, all corporate, but there was something satisfying about being creative and shaping how someone was perceived.Like I was in control. Like I could actually build a version of life on purpose.I was still riding the high of it when Damien pulled me out of there — though sitting here now, food in front of me, most of the resentment had faded.Damien's eyes had been on me all day. Even when he wasn't in my direct line of sight, I could feel them.Now, seated across from me, warm and a little sweaty from the day, all I could think about was last night — how worked up I'd been over him.The number of fantasies he'd starred in inside my head made me blush just remembering it.He kept looking at me like he knew — like he knew exactly how I'd touched myself with him in mind, how I'd said his name when I came."Are you okay?" God, I was definitely tomat

Louisa's point of view My head was buzzing.I sat up in bed, yawning. "How did I even get home?"My eyes landed on the bra beside me. My bra.How did it get there?I looked around the room. Someone had been in here.Damien.Did he undress me?I shook my head. No — he wouldn't.Not like I'd mind — no. Things shouldn't go there with us.It'd just be weird."Why is Michelle blowing up my phone?" I muttered, unlocking it. Messages from people I hadn't spoken to in years — even my college group chat was going off."What has everyone's panties in a twist?" I yawned, heading to the kitchen for water while dialing Michelle.She picked up on the first ring, screaming into my ear. "What the fuck, Louisa!"I pulled the phone away, switched it to speaker, and set it on the counter."Trying to blow out my eardrums?" I poured myself a glass."When were you going to tell us you were dating THE Damien Morace?" She emphasized the.The father of my child was Damien Morace. The man I was living with.T

Damien's point of view I didn't have many memories in this house. My parents dropped me off at my grandfather's place when I was six — or maybe Grandfather came and took me. I'm not sure of the details anymore.All I know is this place was barely home to me, and the people in it barely family."Damien!" Mother came at me with a hug.She liked to act like the top-tier loving mother, and sometimes she tried, but it was a little late for it now.She'd missed most of my life, off gallivanting with my father without a thought for how I was faring with Grandfather.Abandoned me, in simpler terms.She wrapped her thin arms around me, squeezing hard. "You still look so thin. You should eat more — you're not so young anymore."Mother was the type you'd see on a reality show, obsessed with how she looked and how she was perceived. She looked flawless, not a hair out of place, not an ounce of fat where she didn't want it.Ironic, her telling me to eat more. "I could say the same about you."Sh