All Chapters of Surrogate for the Billionaire Mafia: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MARUSKA I watched her as she took tentative steps towards the balcony. She stopped by the wrought iron banister and looked down below, at the gardens I'd spent a fortune to build. It was in memory of my mother, who while alive, had loved to garden. During her last days on earth, she sat by this garden, watching the florist make this garden into what she wanted. An array of colorful flowers, in a spectrum of colors. The white garden. It was what she called it and it amused me that she had gotten the name from the spectrum of light. It held every color and all she has done was create a representation of refracted light. "It's so beautiful," Maeve muttered under her breath, wrapping her fingers around the railing. She looked around in deep interest and slowly took a seat by the swingy cane chair. "Whoever did this must have had a severe case of OCD. You?" I chuckled and shook my head. "Not me." "Who then?" My phone beeped before I could give her a reply and

MAEVE My body stiffened as his body brushed against mine in a soft, teasing manner, like I was being baited into his arms. He pulled out a Chippendale chair and I slipped in and took my seat before he pushed it in and walked over to the head of the table. His long legs stretched out as he slipped into his seat. The moment his right leg brushed mine, I flinched, like I had been scorched by the heat of his proximity. He chuckled. "Scared I'll bite?" "There's no certainty with you," I shrugged, trying to sound confident. I was far from it. With my body exposed to him like I was offering myself like a living sacrifice, he could do whatever he liked with my body... And it wasn't like I was complaining... I sighed and glanced at his wristwatch. The tiny diamond stones embedded in the golden encasement glittered and hit my skin, breaking into different colors. The lights in the room became suddenly dim and I looked at the lights and then back at Maruska wh

MARUSKA My mood was ruined by that one call, and there was only one way to make me feel better. To get a release of some sort. Sex. There was no other recreational activity that made me feel better than sex. Killing was a sport for me. Hell, boxing and playing sports as unstimulating as golf did none of that for me. And Maeve's presence alone seemed to heighten my urge for sex. I sat in the dark and waited, reining in the anger that seemed to build up like molten magma, threatening to spill to the surface of my belly. As soon as she walked into the room, the scent of her perfume filled the air. Lavender and spice, a hint of seduction. I had the image of her dress in my head and by God, the sight of her at the dining table sparked something in me. I wanted her, more than I could even comprehend. Maybe it was the horniness. Maybe it would go away as soon as I had a release. And knowing I wanted to tease her and see if I could get satisfact

MAEVE A party? What a way to start a nasty rumor scandal, that would turn out to be extremely true. That was the last thing I wanted. To be a topic of discussion. I didn't want to be seen as an escort or a mistress who couldn't bag a man but would rather stick to other women's men. It wasn't the life I envisioned for myself. It wasn't what I wanted. But what could I do? Say no to Maruska? No didn't seem to be in his vocabulary, especially when it came to something he actually wanted. And with me, I wasn't sure I had an option to actually do whatever I wanted. Irina arrived as dusk set upon the earth with a smile on her face and a few shopping bags which she placed on the bed. "New dinner dresses from Mr. Romanovich," She smiled rather widely. "Uhm, is there something I should be excited about?" She immediately schooled her features and shook her head. "Not at all, miss." "Are you sure?" I asked, sounding suspicious. She shrugged. "It

MAEVE Maruska had gone from being slightly outspoken to outright cold and I honestly didn't know how to handle that part of him. At this party, when I needed company the most. Although my hand was slipped into his, I felt the distance. He was occupied with other things and would rather speak to guests who recognized him than pay attention to me. The venue of this party was a luxurious, centuries-old mansion, hidden behind wrought iron gates and manicured hedges. While in the car, it was hard to see anything from the roads. Just lights and muffled sounds. But here, the facade wore off and soft golden lightning gleamed around the area, highlighting intricate stone carvings and stained glass windows. Columns lined the huge porch and it was littered with guards and arriving guests when we walked into the main hall, I was immediately hit by the intense atmosphere. The masked faces around gave the hall an air of mystery and indulgence wafted through the hall, thi