Semua Bab The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate : Bab 41 - Bab 50

OLIVIA
Each kiss was hotter than the last.
His touch was hungrier, more demanding, more intoxicating. More everything.
And I couldn’t get enough.
I grabbed his shirt, clinging to him as his arm tightened around my waist, pressing me against his hardness. But even that wasn’t enough. Our tongues tangled and I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck. 
A moan slipped past my lips as I felt heat pool between my legs, the usual response Christian always drew from me, even with the lightest touch.
He pulled me closer, taking off my blouse and his eyes roamed my chest. It felt hard to breathe under his gaze and he pushed my hair back, his fingers undoing my bra in one movement. I leaned in closer to kiss him, his hand sliding up to cup my breast, fumbling gently, while his thumb grazed my nipple in a teasing stroke. My body arched into him in response, a moan catching in my throat.
As his fingers traced my thigh, heat pooled low in my belly, and I couldn’t resist any longer. My f

CHRISTIAN The woman nodded, still smiling, and lifted the camera, snapping a few shots.
“You make a wonderful couple,” she remarked casually.
I felt my hand twitch in shock. Couple?
“Oh!” Olivia blurted, startling me. She let out a nervous laugh, pointing between us.
“Us?” she asked, almost like she was disgusted by the idea. “No, no, we’re not together. Never. Ever.”
She shook her head with such force it almost looked offensive. 
My eye twitched.
The woman’s brows furrowed in surprise as she glanced between us, clearly confused.
But I barely noticed her. I was too busy glaring at Olivia, replaying her words in my head.
Never, ever?
I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to scoff. I didn’t want her to see how much those two careless words had gotten to me. But why did she say it like that? Like I wasn’t good enough for her. 
Many women dreamed to be with me, to spend a night in my bed. So why did she act like she wasn’t one of them? 
“Oh… I see,” The woman stammered awkwa

CHRISTIANThe waiter arrived with a bottle of wine, set it on the table, and stepped back. “Thank you,” Olivia said with a small smile. He gave a curt nod before walking away.I leaned back in my chair, watching her. Why did she thank him like he was doing her a favor? He was being paid. And the smile, was that necessary?“We should order now,” She said suddenly, breaking into my thoughts.I gestured toward the menu. “Go ahead.”She picked it up, flipping through the pages with a slight frown. “I don’t recognize anything,” She muttered, pouting.“Keep looking.” I answered, my gaze still fixed on her. She did, her lips pursed, and brows drawing tighter with every turn of the page. “What’s Kakavia?”I gave her a shrug.She leaned back, exasperated. “You travel often so you must have had one of these before, haven’t you? Just recommend something decent. Please?”“Pick something random,” I said, rubbing my jaw. “If you don’t like it, order something else.”She sighed loudly and waved th

OLIVIA
I scrolled through the photos on my camera, pausing on the ones I’d taken earlier at the beach.
A smile tugged at my lips as I stared at the bright, carefree grin stretched across my face in every shot.
I looked… genuinely happy. Truly.
And Christian? Well, he looked bored out of his mind in every single one.
“Why are you smiling?”
The voice startled me. I glanced up, almost dropping the camera, my gaze darting toward the closet.
Christian stood there, leaning casually against the door frame, wine glass in hand, watching me with hooded eyes.
I shrugged, regaining my composure. “Just looking at the pictures we took earlier.” 
He sighed, like the memory of today was enough to drain him. “I still can’t believe you made me do all that nonsense.”
I smirked, tilting my head slightly as I studied him. “Oh, come on,” I said. “You loved every second of it.” I held up the camera with a teasing grin. “And I have proof.”
He let out another exasperated sigh, glaring at me. “Don’t

OLIVIAI walked out of the lecture hall, fists clenched at my sides, and my thoughts spiraling with disbelief and frustration.Everything Miss Elowen said during her lectures replayed in my head, my anger rising.All this time, all these years, and she had the nerve to stand there in front of the class and call my work perfect? The hypocrisy burned.“Olivia!” I had just turned toward the cafeteria when I heard my name. I stopped and spun around to see Miss Elowen hurrying up behind me.Talk about the devil. What did she want now? And since when did she say my name without that familiar tone of disdain?“How are you?” she asked as she reached me.I raised an eyebrow.Since when did she care how I was?“I’m fine,” I said casually, adjusting my bag on my shoulder. “Although I have to say, it’s surprising that you even care.”Her brows pulled together. “What do you mean?” she asked, trying to sound genuinely confused.“That was my work, wasn’t it? On the projector?” I said, getting str