All Chapters of Surrogate Mother To A Contract Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Scarlett’s POVI stared long and hard at Aiden’s lithe form in the dining area, the lights dimmed such that it formed a golden halo behind him. His skin was bronzed from the amber light, piercing blue eyes staring back at me. Like a few days before, I felt a desire rush into my blood. Heat flowed to my pelvis, and I could feel my body responding to just the sight of him. I hated how my body behaved, like I was nothing but a common whore who wanted Aiden at every opportunity. I didn’t know if he knew about the way my body acted around him, but if he did, he sure was using it to his advantage. The thought of that even made me angrier. God, I hated him. The bags of the things we bought were all around me, a cacophony of designer packets and jewelry cases. I saw him look at me, then at the bags, and back at my face. A smile crossed his features, making his eyes seem softer than they normally were. I was drawn to those beautiful pools of b

Scarlett’s POVSomething swelled in my heart at that moment. I’d never seen Aiden act more human, less beast with no emotions. His look seemed truthful, and there was a kindness in his gaze I’d never seen before. “Why did you do it?” I asked the question that had been on my mind all day. “Tell me, Aiden. Why did you do it?” He looked confused. “Do what?” “Dismiss the board members and impose your decision on them without caring what the consequences might be.” Aiden folded his hands and propped his chin on it, aquiline nose shadowed in darkness. “I see my mother took you to Stephen Ling’s in Milan, correct?” I nodded. “Well, the board members are greedy bastards who have more money than they can ever spend, but yet, they still want much more,” he replied. “There are people who need that money more than we do. It’s a matter of giving back to the community.” “Hmmm,” I regarded him cautiously, my finger maki

Scarlett’s POVSpending the next few days at home proved to be easier than it was. I poked through pictures of art pieces and their cost prices, looking through whatever histories they had, where they came from, and how best to make them even more appealing. Some of the pieces were not even art, I figured after looking through a few pictures the curator sent to the brand new iPad Aiden got me and said I was supposed to work with. I saw pictures of a khopesh, a weapon which looked very similar to a scythe, so much that the resemblance was uncanny. It was to be shipped in from some museum in Egypt, and I was already drawing short presentations on how to make it seem more appealing. What rich people seemed to spend their money on surprised the living hell out of me. There was not only art, but artifacts out of ancient Egypt, Greece, Rome, and even India. There were round stones, jeweled crowns, among other things. I wondered what they’d use some of these ar

Aiden’s POVI never forgot anything. It was a trait I took pride in, but something was just off today. With the opening and commissioning of the galleries fast approaching, everyone at the office had their knickers in a twist. Most especially me. Besides, I was tired from all the cooking and talking I did with Scarlett last night. Of course, it was interesting, but I’d burned my hands so many times that my hands were numb. When I held my pen between my fingers, I couldn’t even feel it. Gosh, I was still regretting my decision to cook dinner. But after last night, it was looking like one of the best nights of my life. I liked the witty banter I had with Scarlett, the soft pout of her lips as she tormented me, the slight sip of the cognac that made her stretch that beautiful column of skin at the base of her throat. Fuck, she was sexy. I’d given Scarlett a job, quite a lucrative one, enough to take care of herself and whatever she might

Scarlett’s POV“Don’t tell me what to do, Scarlett,” Aiden said, his voice cold and authoritative. For some reason, I liked the way he called my name; the creamy roll of the r, the soft enunciation at the end as if I was the only one who could ever possess that name. We were so close that I could feel the heat of his body, the musky sense of him invading my senses. He leaned in close, and his hand gripped mine. Lust took over my mind with a force I’d never known before, and I moved a little closer to him. “Since I’ve shown you how brave I am, will you teach me? Or will you hold this over my head like a sword and torment me with this all my life?” His mouth was dangerously close to my skin, and his slow exhale fanned over my neck. Heat rocked my pelvis, and I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. I was transfixed at the sight of him: the dipping of his chest, the corded bronze muscles rippling beneath perfect skin, abs like a beating heart.