All Chapters of The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

OLIVIAI woke up slowly, my body sore but I still felt the lingering warmth of last night. The silk sheets glided against my bare skin as I shifted, stretching lazily. The pillow was thick with a masculine scent as I inhaled.And in an instant, I felt it: a presence in the room, someone watching me.My eyes flew open, sweeping across the vast room, until they fell on a shirtless figure.I was right.Christian stood at the far corner of the room, watching me carefully, one hand jammed into his pocket, the other wrapped around a coffee mug.I bolted up from the bed, a little taken aback by the sight, and as I did, the sheets slipped down, exposing my naked frame.“Oh my god!” I panicked, scrambling to grab the sheets and cover myself but it was pointless. Christian had already seen everything.I caught a small smirk tugging at his lips, slight mockery staining his features. His expression told me exactly what he was thinking: I saw everything last night, so what’s she trying to hide now

OLIVIA“The sandstorm happens once in a while,” Benjamin had mentioned earlier as the storm settled, “And when it does, driving is restricted.”Which explained why Christian and I were stuck here for the night.I stole a glance at him. He was clearly not handling the situation well. With no service, his ever-present phone was practically useless, leaving him with nothing to scroll through or type away on. For someone who insisted on coming here, he sure didn’t seem to like the desert at night. He looked bored out of his mind.The silence between us stretched and I felt uncomfortable, just sitting there.I considered saying something to strike up a conversation but I didn’t know what to say exactly. We barely talked as it was, except when we were arguing, and this felt like a rare opportunity for an actual conversation.After all, I hardly knew anything about him… other than the fact that he was the man I was bound to by contract.The file he had given me to study about him was vague.

OLIVIAI clutched my purse tighter as I walked down the hallway toward my lecture hall, my thoughts stuck on Christian. Yesterday morning, I had woken up in his warm arms and felt a sense of comfort I should have known better than to trust. Because as soon as he opened his eyes, the warmth vanished. Just like that, he was back to his usual self that was cold and distant. I let out a frustrated sigh, struggling to make sense of him.That night in the desert, I saw something different in him. We shared a moment. A real one. He had let his guard down, and given me glimpses of his past. And for the first time, he pulled me close not because of the contract but simply because he wanted to.So why was he acting like none of it happened?Had I imagined it all?“Forget what I said last night,” he’d said in a cold tone in the morning, “I’m not emotional enough to have a strong stance against love, you see. I think it’s absolutely meaningless.”His words had left me shocked. I couldn’t under

OLIVIA 
“How are you, James?”
My brother rolled his eyes and let his head fall back against the pillow, turning away from me. Well, that was answer enough.
I sighed, biting my lips. I’d come straight after lectures, hoping to make up for all the times I barely visited. But he was obviously upset with me. 
Still, he looked brighter today, more energetic. Just seeing him like this filled my chest with warmth.
Thank God for Christian Blackwood.
“I’m fine,” James grumbled, but his voice was softer than his expression. “But you haven’t been visiting me lately. I’ve missed you.”
From the other side of his bed, my mother gave me a knowing look. I told you, her eyes seemed to say.
I sighed, exasperated. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see my brother—I would give anything for him to be healthy, to live a long, happy life. Well, I already did by signing myself over to Christian. That was how much I loved James. 
But the choice I’d made to keep him alive had taken over my life. I barely

MICHAEL 
“What a sly bastard.”
I paced in my office, flipping through the file in my hands, my gaze skimming over each image. Every picture was of Olivia Carter, the woman supposedly carrying my stepbrother’s child.
I scoffed, shaking my head at the absurdity of it all.
Christian? Expecting a child?
Who were they trying to fool? Not me. 
Deep down, I knew the truth. This was nothing but a sham. Christian had planned the whole idea to fool everyone but I was smarter. 
And the evidence of this entire lie was now in my hands. 
Most of the photos my private investigator obtained showed Olivia Carter dressed casually, but one in particular caught my attention. A CCTV capture of her stepping outside a restaurant to throw out trash, dressed in a waitress uniform. 
The timestamp wasn’t too long ago, confirming she had been working there until recently.
I clenched my jaw, shutting the file down on my desk before turning to my private investigator seated on the couch a few feet away.