All Chapters of The Perfect Match; Billionaire's Surrogate Mother : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Louisa's point of view Jude Carlton.My first and only boyfriend. My first love, and the only person who ever managed to make me hate him completely.Our relationship wasn't perfect — we had our ups and downs, like every relationship does, or so I believed. I'd never had a healthy example to measure it against, so I didn't know any better at the time.I believed we could make it work. Believed it with everything in me.I needed him to love me. My whole world revolved around him.I gave him anything he asked for. When he cornered me at a slumber party we went to at thirteen and asked if he could have sex with me, I said yes. What was I supposed to say — no, and have him leave me? Think of me as just a kid?The night was short, and it hurt. He was nineteen. He took my virginity that night, and it was as painful as it sounds.I didn't understand what it meant then, and I never told anyone what he'd done. When he started dating a girl two years above me and I confronted him about it, he

Louisa's point of view I stared out the window, in the back seat with Damien.He'd offered to take me to the mall, go shopping — who was I to refuse an offer like that?I tried my best not to think about last night, or this morning. Not the kiss. Not Caroline.My hand rested on my stomach, still flat — it hadn't even been a month, so that was reasonable. Most people don't start showing until three months in.Damien hadn't said anything either, the whole ride.He thought I was Caroline when he was drunk. Kissed me thinking I was someone else.Some men in my past had done things to me while picturing someone else, made me act like someone I wasn't. I didn't want to be back in that position. Didn't want anyone — especially not Damien — to touch me while thinking of someone else entirely.I shifted in my seat.Pointless thoughts anyway. Damien didn't want anything to do with me. He'd only acted that way because he was drunk. He'd apologized for it."It's done," he said."Huh? What?" I sn

Louisa's point of viewI've been insulted, degraded, and bullied plenty in my life, but none of it felt as humiliating as Damien implying I'd offer myself up as a thank-you for a phone."You're unbelievable!" I put more space between us.Had he dug something up on me? Found something that made him think I was cheap? Easy?"I don't understand why you're upset.""If you don't want to sleep with me, that's fine. No need to insult me over it.""Insult you?" His voice stayed level while mine climbed."You're unbelievable." I headed for the door.He followed, calling my name."Just leave it, okay!" I shouted.He circled around, stopping me in front of him."Would you let me talk?" I stayed still, waiting.He said nothing."Any time now!" I shouted again.He pulled back, hands off me. Looked me over for a long moment, then walked away, leaving me standing there alone.I watched his back, blood rising, skin heating.I wasn't even really angry at him. I was disgusted with myself. My past.He m

Louisa's point of viewI slept all through the night, passing out somewhere around what... the fourth round?My body throbbed, a constant reminder of everything that had gone down last night—that I had actually slept with Damien. And not just in my head.I couldn't help the small, foolish smile that lifted my lips at the thought. A few weeks ago, I was sure I hated him to the core. Now, I was completely dazed by him.I woke up in my own bed, meaning Damien must have carried me there after he was finished. Or was it during?Not bothering about my hair or how terrible I must look, I got up, my stomach immediately demanding its own round of attention. The rich smell of pancakes filled the air as I stepped out into the hallway.Was the cook here already? What time was it?Frowning slightly, I followed the scent straight to the kitchen.Damien stood there, tall and casual, looking entirely too composed for a man who had completely dismantled me just hours before.“You're up,” he said, not

Damien's point of viewLouisa didn't come back home until past nine p.m.She had been gone all fucking day without a word, left no note, ignored my calls, and didn't reply to a single text. I had been sitting in the living room for hours, waiting to rip into her for thinking she could just vanish like that.When she finally staggered through the front door, she looked furious—her brows furrowed, a dark scowl plastered across her face.“Where the hell have you been?”Her head snapped up. It took her a second to register my presence before she let out a dry scoff. “What? How is my movement any of your business?”My initial concern instantly flared into blinding irritation. “Who does she think she's talking to?”“It's my business as long as you're living under my roof.”She chuckled darkly, kicking off her heels. She was still wearing the dress I had bought her during our shopping trip. Where had she worn it? Who had she been with?“Then I'll just fucking leave your house.” She turned on