Being His Surrogate After Divorce.

It was a few minutes past midnight when the door of the enormous living room opened. Simona, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room dressed in a flimsy black nightgown, stood up on hearing her husband's familiar voice speaking, seemingly on the phone, and judging by the gentleness of his voice, it was obvious who he was speaking to. Acting like the fact that her husband, even though it was a contract marriage, was conversing with his first love at that hour didn't hurt, she tried to push those thoughts aside. Taking a deep breath, she approached him, her heart beating nervously as she reached for his bag, a small attempt to improve the growing distance between them. “You’re late again. Busy at work?” Simona asked, her voice calm yet laced with an underlying tension. She knew that without her interruption, Adrian wouldn’t abandon the conversation that had completely absorbed his attention. Adrian glanced at Simona for the first time since he got home. His gaze traced the

The moment Adrian got to his penthouse bedroom, he pins Simona against the wall and began kissing her hungrily. He bit on her lips, slipped his tongue into her warm, sweet mouth, and sucked every corner of her mouth. As the kiss prolonged, he realized Simona wasn't responding. ‘It was almost like she didn't know how to kiss.' He thought but shook his head. ‘Simona is 25 years old; there's no way she was inexperienced; maybe it's because she was drunk; that's why she wasn't responding,’ he thought and pulled away when he saw she was out of breath. “Turn and let me help you out of your clothes,” Adrian purposely said; he wanted to see if Simona was faking being drunk. She proved him wrong when, instead of turning around, she wrapped her hands around his neck. “Adrian, I love you,” she said, and it must be the heat of the moment, but Adrian replied, “I love you too,” without realizing. He turned her around and pulled up her dress and unclasped her bra. He turned her around again and

Today, Simona Smith, a 25-year-old secretary at Ann’s Fashion Empire who lived on the third door on the left on the tenth floor of her rented apartment, was home and didn't report to work due to a severe cold and sore throat. She was seated on her couch, clad in a duvet, hugging her knees while watching TV. Reaching for the hot ginger tea she has been sipping, she realized it had gone cold. She stood up to get another cup when her doorbell rang.“Who could it be?” She muttered to herself, putting the mug she was holding on the kitchen counter, and went to get the door. Simona opened the door and came face-to-face with the most handsome man she had ever seen. “Hi, please, I'm looking for Miss Simona Smith,” Michael said, in his professional tone as he took in the appearance of the beautiful woman with a red nose standing in front of him blushing. He realized she must be having a cold with her red nose. But her blushing—was it for him? Simona, who was blushing fiercely, tucked her hai