All Chapters of Surrogate Mother To A Contract Wife: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Scarlett’s POV I wrapped the towel tighter around my body, the cold breeze from the air conditioners settling on my skin and making me shiver. I could hear them a little more clearly now as I was very close to the study. The door was ajar, something that never happened when Aiden was around. It had to be the doing of this Odessa woman. She just came into our lives, a life I was starting to enjoy and wrenched it all apart. I was starting to enjoy this attraction simmering between Aiden and I, and some part of me, the useless part, hoped it would go further. I pushed down that part and looked into the study. Bright blue eyes settled on me, and my jaw went slack at the figure before me. Odessa was propped on the table, her legs splayed and Aiden in between her legs. He was still wearing the slightly wet boxer-briefs, and they clung to his skin. I could see the shape of his ass, the tightness under the shorts, the waistband low on his waist and showing some of his bronze skin. His ha

Aiden’s POV“My sex life should not be the talk of the town!” I yelled, barely able to control my voice. “They shouldn’t be digging my claws into my personal life.” She scoffed. “Personal? There’s nothing personal about your life, Auggie. From the first time you set foot onto this world, your life has been out there for all to see. Our lives, in fact. We’re important people, and we’re born to distract normal people from their boring lives.” “What the fuck does that even mean?” “Don’t play dumb, Aiden. We’ve been in the limelight from the start, and there’s absolutely nothing we can do about it. Trust me on that. It’s why the public wants every chance to see us fall, to smear our names with scandal. You don’t have a personal life. Nothing is personal about your life.” I had the irresistible feeling that Odessa was telling the truth. The PR team sometimes kept me abreast of the situation of things with media houses and gossip blogs and

Scarlett’s POVI went to another page, and that’s when I saw her full name. Odessa Owens. The name struck a nerve deep in the wells of my memory, and I struggled to make a correlation. I knew I’d heard the Owens name before, but I couldn’t quite remember. I laid back on the bed with a sigh. My memory, like my heart, was failing me. Before long, I turned back to the page and continued scrolling through any post related to Odessa Owens. In one of the pictures, I recognized the other woman she was standing with, the golden complexion and bloodless elegance. Persephone! So, I was right about them being close. I read through the post, searching for any correlation. That’s when it came together and started making sense. Lady Owens! Sephy had spoken briefly of a Lady Owens on our trip, about them playing matchmaking with their children. So, Odessa was Lady Owens’ only daughter, and was next in line to be Countess of Bath. That was the connec

Aiden’s POVNow, I was different, a man who only had eyes for one woman. It was strange of me to admit that considering my past, but I wanted only Scarlett now. Not even Odessa could change that. “Leave me alone,” I whispered, trying to keep my cool. “You know, I’m doing you a favor, Aiden. Trying to right your wrong. You should know that means you owe me one.” Fuck. I hated owing favors, especially Odessa. She was a manipulator, a piranha that sank its teeth into your skin and never let go until she pulled flesh from bone. But I guess I didn’t have a choice now. “And let me guess, you want something I won’t be able to give you?” She sidled close to my side, her eyes glittering like jewels. Her body was pressed against mine, a softness I could feel through the fabric of my suit. But it was nothing like Scarlett’s. There was a softness to Scarlett, an intensity, a feeling that Odessa didn’t have. It’s what made her

Aiden’s POVI sighed, running fingers through my hair to relieve me of the stress. “Is she in?” Maria nodded. “Yes sir, she’s in her bedroom. I just finished changing the sheets and making sure the room was cleaned.” “Did you notice anything unfamiliar? Or familiar? I don’t even know what I’m saying at the moment.” She shook her head, her eyes going to the bunch of flowers in my hand. “No, no. Miss seemed like her normal self. Is something the matter, sir? Anything you need me to help you with?” “No, no. I just wanted to be sure if this was a good time. Dinner is set, right?” “Yes sir. I made sure the chef kept the covered food in the refrigerator, so it’s easy to heat up. Should I help you with that before I leave for the night?” I shook my head. “I can handle a microwave at least. Thank you very much.” “No problem, sir. I’m just doing my job.” She ambled away quickly, leaving me in the gloom of the living room. Rolling the bouquet in my hands, I went to the kitchen first to