Surrogate for My Mafia Ex
Having my best friend in my corner makes the chilling reality of the mafia, the surrogacy, and Cade’s suffocating jealousy feel just a little bit more manageable.
As we finally push open the breakroom doors and step back out into the carpeted hallway, I spot a massive figure moving quickly toward us. It’s Max. His usually perfectly composed face is tight with stress, his eyes darting down the corridors. The second he sees me, he stops dead in his tracks, letting out a sharp exhale of relief. He immediately turns on his heel, heading briskly back toward the executive suite. He clearly lost track of me for the last twenty minutes, and knowing Cade, he was likely one minute away from tearing th