Surrogate For The Ruthless Billionaire Novels & Stories

After answering all their questions no matter how polite I was while answering, I had to ask one of the girls that came out of the interviewing room next, "What's this job about?" "If you don't know, why are you here?" "Let's say coincidence." I couldn't go into details with her. As she was about answering, the stranger I slept with last night came in, "you." He was surprised to see me. I didn't move, I was shocked. "The billionaire is here." I heard whispers and all the girls were blushing. "Follow me," he said. I swallowed hard and followed him.

“Oof, is right. But it’s fine. I’m not on a quest for world domination. I enjoy helping others and I think I’m doing all right.” “Doing all right? You have a fucking Rembrandt on the wall.” “I won it in an auction,” he expressed. “Was there a bidding war?” “Oh, it was nasty. We nearly came to fisticuffs with our paddles.” I sighed, “Oh, the lifestyles of the rich and famous.” “We’re not that exciting. Not to change the subject, but have you considered my offer to represent you against Vance Oil?” I chewed on my bottom lip anxiously. “I don’t want to pressure you, but time is always of the essence.”

"So lethal, so perfectly matched to me in every way." I smiled down at him, letting my own predatory nature show. "Someone has to help you protect your empire," I teased, though my voice was rough with renewed desire as his hands slid up my thighs. "Though I seem to recall you promising to teach me some new techniques for handling... delicate situations." Nathan's response was to demonstrate exactly why he was considered Manhattan's most dangerous billionaire, his touch both commanding and exquisitely tender. And I surrendered myself to his possession, knowing that together we would build something far more powerful than mere corporate dominance.

For me, it was the end of the world. I gripped the handgun tighter, the textured grip biting into my palm. I wasn’t a soldier. I wasn’t a mercenary. I was a man who moved billions across borders with a phone call, who destroyed competitors in boardrooms with a signature. But none of that mattered now. My net worth couldn't buy my way into that house up on the hill. My influence couldn't shield Ava from whatever twisted game Nathan was playing. Tonight, the only currency that mattered was lead and blood.

she looked at Damien in disgust causing him to mentally screamed before leaving the room. “Now I’m listening,” she posed and looked at him with a bit of attention. “I was in huge debt with a lot of bad people. They caught up with me and beat me up leaving me on the road. The young billionaire Damien found me and helped me,” he started off, while mia paid lesser attention immediately after the name Damien flung out of his mouth.

She bites her lip. "But what about everything else?" She takes a step away from me and then back towards me as she considers my words and the intentions behind them. "I'm not sure what you're proposing, Mr Thorne." Then she exhales a long breath. "Why don't I help you look for someone more willing to be your surrogate?" She hems and haws and then clears her throat. "Especially when it's a complete medical process, and there's no intimacy required. Anyone else would be willing to do this more than me if they need the money." Putting my hands in my pockets, I give up.

What? He must be joking. I pull my hand back a fraction, puzzled at his response. All of this is to get me back to work? It can't possibly be the truth, but why would he say it? Why can't he admit that he feels something too? I shake my head, gathering my thoughts, and realize maybe he hasn't admitted it because he doesn't. It's possible those things people say about billionaires becoming rich because they're ruthless is the truth. There's no shining nice guy hiding under his gruff exterior. Would Vincent do this for his other assistants? The man is so utterly frustrating.

This was how vicious he was to those dishonest on their ways of life and also had fun in deceiving people. "I'm sorry, I can't just hand the baby over without knowing fully what your intentions are towards him nor his mother," The woman shook her head, appearing brave but deep down, she was scared out of her wits. Thinking of the benefits she was going to gets from pretending to really care, she couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation. The young billionaire of course noticed this and was immediately disgusted. He badly wanted to teach her a lesson not to pretend to act kind but since Joanna's life was still on the line and he also knew she had to be urgently treated, he shook his hea

"You shouldn't speak to a madam like that. Especially to a billionaire's wife." "Oh my goodness." She sniggered, and breathed out via her mouth, smiling like she was proud of herself. "You also shouldn't speak like this to a lady you know nothing about. And, especially to a Billionaire's Surrogate." She stated firmly, causing me to gape again and involuntarily move my lips without being able to say anything. The wrath I felt worsened, and that made my face wrinkle into a glare. How could anyone say that to me? A whole Trisha Flores?!

“I guess I’m kind of the same way. I only want people to see the finished product.” “Have you thought about what you’re going to do with the money?” Andre asked. “I’m assuming that’s why you chose to be a surrogate. The money.” “You assume correctly. And I have exactly one thing on my mind: getting even with the Ross Company.” Andre’s laughter was carried away by the ocean breeze. “I don’t blame you. I read your file. They really fucked you over.” “It was a good life lesson,” I replied. “I learned not to trust people.”