All Chapters of Trapped As The Billionaire’s Surrogate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

FAITHBlaze’s eyes softened, his gaze locking onto mine, his face filled with something I couldn’t quite understand. “Because you deserve it.”My heart skipped a beat, my chest tightening. “Blaze…”He let out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing. “Come on. Let’s get out of here. This place… it’s not good for you.”I nodded, my body feeling heavy, tired, worn out. “Yeah… let’s go.”He stood up first, his body solid and steady as he reached out his hand, his eyes gentle. I took his hand, his fingers warm around mine, his grip firm as he pulled me to my feet, keeping me steady when my knees wobbled.He didn’t let go. Not even when we walked down the narrow alley, not even when we passed by the same group of men who were now giving us wary glances, not even when we reached the car.He held my hand the whole time, his fingers laced with mine, his presence warm, solid, grounding.He opened the car door for me, his hand lingering on mine for a moment before he pulled away, his eyes soft,

FAITHBlaze’s eyes narrowed, his expression hardening. “No. We will go to my study.”Savannah pouted, her lips forming a perfect, practiced pout. “Oh, am I not allowed to go into your bedroom anymore?” She stepped closer, her fingers brushing his arm. “Are we really that distant now?”Blaze’s face turned to stone, his eyes cold, unyielding. “Yes. Exactly. You are not my girlfriend anymore.”Savannah’s pout faded, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “Yet,” she said, her voice light, playful. “You never know. The old spark might be rekindled.”I felt something sharp twist in my chest, my body freezing, my heart pounding. Was she… serious? Was that why she was here?Blaze’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenching. “No, it won’t. That’s not happening.” His voice was cold, firm, leaving no room for argument. “Let’s just hear what you have to say and get this over with.”Savannah’s smile wavered, her eyes flicking to his face, searching for something. But then, she let out a light laugh, her sh

  FAITHI lifted my chin, crossing my arms over my chest. “Lobster Thermidor. I want to eat Lobster Thermidor.”Blaze’s mouth fell open, his face twisting with shock. “I… I have no fucking clue how to make that.”I narrowed my eyes, my nose scrunching up. “Well, you better figure it out.”Blaze blinked, his body stiffening, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. “But… how? I don’t even know where to start.”I lifted an eyebrow, my arms tightening around my chest. “Google it. Look it up on YouTube. Call one of your fancy chefs and ask them how to make it. I don’t care. Just make it. I’m hungry.&r

  FAITHBlaze pulled back, his face flushed, his lips swollen, his hair messy, his eyes wide, his chest heaving, his body rigid. He stared at me, his face blank, his eyes unfocused, his breaths coming out in short, shallow pants.Then, his eyes flicked down to my stomach, his lips twitching, his shoulders shaking, his eyes sparkling with amusement.I felt my face burn, my body going rigid, my heart pounding, my chest tightening. “I… I’m hungry…”Blaze let out a low laugh, his shoulders shaking, his eyes twinkling, his lips curving into a playful smile. “Yeah. I got that.”I felt my face burn even more, my body stiffening, my chest tightening. &ld

FAITHBlaze’s eyes widened, his body going rigid, his face flushing.My heart pounded, my chest tightening, my fingers curling against the cold doorknob. I could feel his eyes on me, his gaze heavy, intense, burning.His lips parted, his breath hitching, his shoulders tensing. “Faith… do you… do you know what you are saying?”I looked up at him, my chest tightening, my heart fluttering, my lips curving into a small, defiant smile. “Yeah. I know exactly what I’m saying.”His face softened, his eyes darkening, his lips twitching. “Faith…” His voice was low, rough, strained. “You… you don’t… you don’t have to…”I took a step closer, my body brushing against his, my fingers curling against his chest, my eyes locking onto his. “I want to.”His eyes widened, his body freezing, his breath catching. He stared at me, his gaze intense, searching, his jaw clenching, his shoulders tensing.Then—He moved.His lips were on mine, warm, soft, firm, pressing against me with a desperation, a need that