“Glad you’re with us,” Andre told me while leading me away from the sun deck. “Honestly, Joemar keeps things pretty casual around here. I think you’re going to have a good time.”“Joemar?” I said. “Earlier, you and Roman were calling him Mr. Soriano.”Andre gave me that same boyish smile. “We only call him Mr. Soriano when we’re around visitors. Now that you’re officially part of his retinue for the next six months, I can drop the act.”His retinue. That made it sound like this was routine. “How many women has Joemar extended this offer to before me?”“None,” Andre replied.I snorted. “Sure.”He turned, frowning at me. “You can believe whatever you want, but it’s true. We’ve spent almost two years reviewing surrogate candidates around the world. You’re the first woman up to our standards.”“Your standards? Plural?”Andre shrugged. “Joemar leans on me and Roman for advice, sometimes. Here’s the primary dining room, which doesn’t get much use since we usually take all meals in the loung
The meal was, to put it simply, amazing. The first two courses were a bean and bacon soup, and a wedge salad. After that came a tray of small pastry puffs filled with a savory meat filling. The main course was elk tenderloin served in a tart wine sauce. It was the most delicious piece of red meat I had ever tasted. All of it was paired with a bottle of merlot that was more than twice my age.Andre glanced at me and raised both eyebrows. He seemed to be saying: get used to this.And to think I almost turned Joemar down.Dessert was a peanut butter cheesecake with a strawberry drizzle, and a scoop of vanilla ice cream on the side.Roman stood up and addressed the table while everyone else ate. “Our itinerary for the next few weeks,” he announced. “The Majestic will sail south to the island.”“What island?” I asked around a mouthful of cheesecake.“Mr. Soriano’s private island,” Roman replied simply.“Off the coast of El Nido,” Andre whispered to me.Roman cleared his throat and shot a l
The ten days at sea passed like that. I relaxed during the day, ate amazing food, and watched TV with Joemar in the evenings. He never made a move on me, and I felt my defenses beginning to lower. I actually started feeling comfortable around Joemar—or at least, as comfortable as someone could be around a man who was worth more than most of the Southeast Asian countries we were sailing past on our trip south.Overall, it was a relaxing trip. It felt like a vacation at my own private resort.On the morning of the tenth day, I woke up and opened the curtains in my room. I was greeted by an unexpected surprise: instead of endless ocean, a tropical island filled my view. Vibrant colors popped out as we drifted along: turquoise water, yellow beach, lively jungle greens, and a perfect blue sky above it all. But the island looked deserted.By the time I got dressed and went up to the lounge deck, we were pulling into an isolated cove with calmer water. There I saw our true destination: a mar
Melissa Villar POVAs relaxing as the ten-day boat ride had been, I was antsy to do something. Arriving on the island felt like that event: the destination of the trip. Things were finally going to start happening!But then, at breakfast, Roman informed me that Joemar had a busy schedule.“What do you mean, he’s completely busy for the next two days?”“Joemar is an extraordinarily busy man,” the dry personal assistant said. “Investors from around the world will be visiting him.”“Can I sit in on these meetings?”Roman furrowed his brow as if I had suggested we invite the local spiders to dinner. “You may not.”“Why not?”“Because,” he replied, “you are Joemar’s surrogate. There is no place for you at these meetings.”“But I’m bored,” I complained.“I am sure a woman such as yourself can find a way to occupy your time.”I bristled. “A woman such as myself? What’s that supposed to mean?”Roman’s demeanor immediately softened. He put a hand on my arm and said, “I meant a woman who is int
Melissa Villar POVJoemar met with his investors for two straight days, almost around the clock. He took all of his meals with them, too. Once again, I felt practically ignored.He wasn’t rude. He greeted me warmly the couple of times we passed in the hall or while getting coffee in the kitchen in the morning. But overall, I felt like I was forgotten.By the time the last investor departed on the helicopter, I was getting stir crazy. There was only so much time a girl could spend at the pool or on the beach before she started getting antsy.I found Joemar on the terrace overlooking the pool. He was with Roman and Andre while a white-clad servant popped a bottle of champagne.“Just in time,” Joemar said when he saw me. He was wearing baggy linen pants and a tighter-fitting T-shirt, which made his arm tattoos visible.“What are we celebrating?” I asked.There were four glasses, which meant he had expected me. “The conclusion of two days of nonstop work. Talking to people is exhausting.”
Melissa Villar POVJoemar never looked in my direction. In fact, he had been sitting facing away from me this entire time. How did he know I was stalking him?I considered playing dumb. Ignoring the text, or replying to tell him that I didn’t know what he was talking about. Of course, that would have been stupid—he obviously knew I was here. Swallowing my pride, I grudgingly left the shop and walked over to the outdoor restaurant.“How do you have my number?” I demanded.Joemar gave me a funny look. “That’s what you’re surprised about?”I sat across from him and eyed the food. It was a bowl of thick white chunks mixed with diced peppers and spices, and a side of crackers still in the plastic wrapping. Were the white chunks fish? Instead, I took a long pull from the second beer. It was called Imperial, with a black, yellow, and red label. I didn’t recognize it, but it was cold and tasted good.“What are you doing here?” I asked.Joemar gestured with his beer. “What does it look like? I
Melissa Villar POVDespite being dark out, the streets of San Jose were still packed with people. Joemar’s fingers held my hand tightly as he guided me along, turning right down a larger street and then left along a smaller alley. He seemed to know where he was going, although it seemed impossible without marked street signs.“Are you sure this is safe?” I asked.“Of course it is,” he replied.I hoped he was right. I was outside my comfort zone and felt a tingle of anxiety as we delved deeper into the city.After ten minutes of crowded streets and twisting alleys, we came to a nondescript door behind a restaurant. Joemar knocked; the man who opened the door looked like he wore a permanent scowl and scanned us up and down. Joemar slapped some money into his hand with a handshake, and the man stepped aside.We descended a narrow staircase, passed through two more doors, and then emerged into a larger space. House music that was muffled by two stories of cement was thumping loudly here,
Melissa Villar POV Emphasizing the words as I drove down on his cock, I said, “Somehow I doubt you showed such restraint.”“I don’t like to fantasize about something unless I know I can have it.”“You didn’t have me, even after I signed the contract,” I said, practically moaning each word.“You mean how you could have sat by the pool for six months and collected the money?” he asked, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. “That wasn’t going to happen.”“How can you be so sure?”Joemar shrugged and grinned up at me, his hips thrusting a little bit with every downstroke I made. I realized in that moment that he was right. Once I signed the contract, I had intended to sleep with him. The bonuses involved were too great not to.And, more importantly, he’s absolutely fucking gorgeous.Joemar sat up and took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around the outside. I responded by riding him even faster, ignoring the burning exhaustion in my thighs. Anothe
Ellen de Luna POVI can barely draw a breath.How could he just end things and worse, end them through an impersonal text?It's been several days since he dumped me, and I'm still trying to pick up the pieces of my emotions and broken heart.He hasn't come back to work yet, but I assume that he has been talking to other people about his plans. But I'm not the one that's in the loop anymore, and that kills me. I wonder if he's okay. I wonder why he chose now, of all times, to break up with me.Did Steven get to him? Or did he tell his dad about us, only for his dad to tell him he’s making a huge mistake? The last option is the most probable.I should have prepared better for this. Instead, I feel absolutely blindsided. The timing just doesn't make sense - his dad must be the reason. But I can’t imagine why Raul Soriano wouldn’t want us together. Would the man really make work a priority over his son’s happiness? And if Raul knows, why wasn’t I fired?There are so many questions that ke
No matter how I look at the situation, every outcome seems like some kind of disaster.Katie clearly doesn't see things the same way. “So what? You're both adults. You're both single. Other people need to mind their own business.”That's not the way any of this works. “It's not that simple, Katie. It's never that simple. There are consequences to everything, and I don't want to risk losing him or my job or my self-respect.”“I know,” she says, a false smile on her lips as she watches people go about their strolls in the sunshine. “It’s not fair, is it?”Nope.“You shouldn’t let fear hold you back. When you get one chance at life, don't do things that you'll regret.” I know she's right, but the thing she doesn't seem to see is that I'm not sure which decision will lead to the least regret. I’m going to have regrets no matter what I do.“Are you settling in well to your new office?” I ask, needing to change the subject away from myself in Apollo.Her animated expression tells me everyth
I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to jeopardize our careers, our reputations, even our futures. But I didn't want to hurt her or let her ache without offering some warmth and safety when she needs it most. My father's words ring in my ears. Life is too short to waste on regrets. I should follow my heart and be happy. I should find love and hold on tight.He is right; life is too short. And what I feel for Ellen is deeper than anything I’ve felt for a woman before. Deeper than what I felt for my ex, even, who’d I’d forgotten about until this moment. Ellen had touched a place deep within me that I thought would be sealed off from people for good after the betrayal I’d suffered.And I make a decision. I stand here, patting her shoulder awkwardly, trying to act casual. Then I wrap my arms around her. I hug her tight, feeling her warmth and her heartbeat while whispering in her ear that I’m sorry for what happened and that I'm glad she's okay. I tell her that she's strong and that St
Ellen de Luna POVI'm sitting at my desk working on a case, when I hear a knock on the door. I assume it’s Apollo, though a second later I wonder why he’d knock.It’s not Apollo. When I look up, I see a delivery man holding a large bouquet of beautiful flowers; white Chrysanthemums with pops of color from pink and purple daisies.The delivery man flashes a handsome grin and asks me if I'm Ellen. I nod, and he walks over to place the flowers on my desk. “These are for you,” he says before leaving the room as quickly as he came.I'm surprised - and curious. Who would have sent me the flowers? I mean, Steven thinks red roses are literally the only kind of flower in existence, so he’s out.As I study the flowers, I'm impressed. They're beautiful, colorful, and smell delightful. I also have to give kudos to the flower company - the flowers are fresh, elegant, and cheerful.Suddenly, I know how to tell who sent these to me. I search for a card and find one. The small, white card simply read
“I meant what I said.” Apollo sounds confident as he doubles down. “No one's going to believe a word that comes out of his mouth after what happened in our office. Besides, how is he going to come tell anyone at our office if he's not welcome in the building? Security is going to see him at the door and escort him off the premises, and if he continues trying, he'll get slapped with trespassing charges.”The thought of Steven running to tattle on us at our jobs and getting charged with trespassing brings a smile to my lips.“Are we being stupid?” I ask, wondering what he’ll say to my concerns.“I don’t think so. Do you? If we let Steven dictate what we can and can’t do, that seems more stupid.” He lets out a soft chuckle and I couldn't agree more.“You’re right,” I say, letting the breath out of my lungs slowly. With it goes some of the stress and tension I’ve been struggling with. He’s so reassuring, and I’m grateful for this conversation.“Look, I like you. A lot. I don’t want Steven
Two hours later, I watch her walk into the park where I’d asked her to meet me. Her gaze meets mine and a smile brightens her face as she walks my direction. She reaches my side. I take her hand and lead her toward the little ice cream cart that I'd spied earlier. I know this particular vendor often hangs out near the park. “Ice cream?” I ask.“I love pistachio,” she says, and I signal for two cones as the vendor serves us up. The weather is warm and the sun peeks from behind intermittent clouds as we take our cones and go for a walk amongst the beautiful trees and plants.“You like pistachio, too?” she asks.“I’ve never had it and wanted to try,” I say honestly. The thought of a nut-flavored ice cream always steered me away but as I try the light green treat, I’m pleasantly surprised.“And what do you think?” she asks, angling her body toward me as we walk.“I think I have a new favorite ice cream flavor,” I respond.She laughs. “Okay, now honestly.”“Honestly,” I say, smiling at he
I want to hear both their voices, for the reassurance and calming they each bring me. But I’m still not sure calling him is a good idea - maybe I need to let him make the next move. I don’t want to be pushy, especially right now.I pull into my parking spot at my place and get out. Locking my car, I make my way to get my mail, only to have my heart stop beating in my chest as I see a taped note on the front of my mailbox. With trembling hands, I peel the note off, then gather my mail.Terrified because he’s been to my place, I hurry up to my apartment on the top floor. I only share this floor with one other person, a sweet older woman named Maria Leonor.And when I get to my door, I see a vase of red roses and another note taped to my door.Maria Leonor peeks her head out. “You have an admirer,” she says.I pick up the vase and offer the flowers to her. Her eyes widen and a smile crosses her lips.“I’m not interested in him, but he doesn't seem to get the hint. I hope you enjoy them,
Her eyebrows shoot up toward her hairline and she shakes her head, obviously unsure why I’d ask that. To be perfectly honest, it was a weak attempt at a joke, but I'm not feeling any humor.“Sorry, it was a bad joke.” I don’t have the energy to explain further than that, but she nods her head as if she understands.“Grief makes us act strange sometimes; you don’t owe me or anyone else an explanation.” She walks over and puts her hand on my shoulder. I let my father’s hand go and stand up, turning to her. She lets out a little sigh, then throws her arms around me in a tight, comforting hug as she whispers in my ear.“I’m so sorry, Apollo Kian.”Her support makes me want to cling to her and never let go, but I need to put some distance between us because everything is different now. But before I can say anything, I hear a faint voice. I turn and see my father’s eyes are open, and he’s watching us with a weak smile.“Apollo, Ellen, you’re here.” His words are barely audible, and I drop b
“Well, you certainly have a type.” Amusement shines through in her voice.She’s right, I do have a type. Guys that make me feel safe, valued, important.“So he stayed the night, then left in a hurry?” Katie sounds like she’s puzzling over his behavior. “Do you know if he had somewhere to be? Maybe a meeting or something?”I lift both shoulders even though I know she can’t see me. “Not that I know of, but I didn't ask either.” Should I have asked, at least to put myself at ease?“Well, maybe he has all the same concerns you do and didn't want to invade your space any longer than he already had. He’s just a person, too, you know.”Katie has a way of saying exactly what I need to hear. “And just remember, you're not the first person to do something like this. You won't be the last. It doesn't define you and you’re stronger than any fallout that might come. You’re amazing, Em.”I don't feel amazing, but I'm not about to tell her she's wrong. “Thanks, Katie. You're the best friend ever; I