All Chapters of The Billionaire's Surrogate's Secret: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Estelle's POVMy order seemed to send a rush of arousal straight through my boyfriend, because he bit his own lip as his cock throbbed visibly, still leaking semen from how hard he was.“We have all night…” He said in a voice that showed how glad he was that I was spending the night. I smirked and brushed my hair off my shoulders, watching him hurriedly undo the straps of my heels. In his excitement, he fumbled over the straps and I wriggled my feet.“Hurry!”He cursed and got one of the heels off, then crashed into me again to wrench a hot, carnal kiss out of my mouth. I grabbed his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin with reckless pleasure. Then I was pushing him back. He pulled away with his teeth grazing down my bottom lip, before he returned back to carelessly undoing the straps and flinging the shoe sideways.If I were in my right mind, I would have caused a scene over his reckless handling of my expensive and precious heels, but right now, I gave zero fucks.He grabbed m

Vanessa's POVHis arms instinctively wrapped around me, holding me up. His voice held a sense of urgency as he tilted my face up and looked over my burning skin. “What the hell is happening to you?”I had no idea either. My entire skin was burning like someone was boiling water in my veins, making it bubble till scalding hot steam accumulated under my skin. My eyes were watering, making my vision so blurry that I had to repeatedly wipe my eyes.My knees felt weak.“I.. I feel hot.." I slurred out. It was becoming increasingly difficult to even move my tongue. That alarmed him even more. “Shit.” He cursed and effortlessly raised me into his arms, carrying me bridal style as he stormed out of the bedroom. I was not really paying attention to our surroundings, though I could faintly hear him giving orders to the staff who had probably realized something wrong was happening.I idly wondered how they were always at his beck and call, no matter where they were in his huge house.“…Ready th

Rodri's POVIt was already late afternoon when we left the hospital. Now, I was driving my surrogate back home. In the silence of my car. She had curled as far away as possible from me, as usual, into the leather of the passenger seat.Sometimes I fucking wondered why she was so damn uncomfortable around me.I was still pissed off about what I caught Trinity trying to do at that ward. Asking Vanessa the type of women she had seen me with? “Does Trinity bother you often?” I asked.She seemed to freeze for a moment, before she slowly glanced sideways at me. I still stared straight ahead, as she responded. “No. That was the first time she asked me anything about you.” There was silence, then she frantically added. “I was not trying to spill your privacy to her, I just—”“I’m not fucking accusing you of anything.” I interrupted flatly, one hand on the steering wheel. “I just want you to not talk about me to her next time. If she tries it again, you fucking tell me. Do you understand?”H

Vanessa's POVSomeone suddenly opened the blinds, making early morning sunlight stream right against my eyes. I groaned softly and tried to shield my eyes with the pillow, but it was futile.Usually, I would have loved to soak up the vitamin D from the morning sunlight, but my body wanted nothing to do with getting up from bed.Soft footsteps echoed around my bed, but the sound seemed too loud for my oversensitive senses. I felt so tired, because I spent most of last night throwing up.Pregnancy nausea had kicked in just as Trinity said it would, so I spent hours after hours throwing up so bad. One of the assistant nurses had to spend the entire night taking care of me till I finally fell asleep. The nausea was gone for now, but it was replaced by heaviness in my limbs.“Good morning, Miss. Sterling.” The soothing voice of my fitness trainer filtered into my ears. “Your nurse left a few minutes ago, and she told me you have been experiencing heaviness and fatigue after your rough nigh

Rodri's POV Hard rock music blasted deep into my ears, fueling each power pumped strike of my fists against the thick, leather punching bag. The heavy mass kept swinging with each hard lock and contact with my balled fists, and I fucking found it satisfying.Especially when I pictured Benson’s fucking face on the punching bag.That was more than enough motivation, even if I didn’t really fucking need it. I dragged in a deep breath, feeling sweat roll down the sides of my face, and I let the breath out slowly through my mouth. Feeling it go deep and through my chest.Thump!The loud sound of my punch hitting the punching bag echoed over the loud music in my ears, and the vibrations tore through the muscles of my right forearm. Another rivulet of sweat rolled down my back in my soaked gym shirt, reminding of how high my body heat had gone.I paused to grab a bottle of water, then saw that the one closest to me was empty. I cursed under my breath and turned around to grab another one… bu