A Surrogate Wife For The Billionaire

shaky voice, “Mia” Olivia went on, her e

alking down the hallway, laughing sheepishly to herself about the giggles and soft moans she was hearing, ignorantly t

aked with only her net bra falling loosely from her hand, and the clubber, on the other h

gripping tightly to his ass, she could still see his hardness t

is act wasn't borne out of being drunk

ys was, no matter the kind of tense situation he was in and Olivia cou

say a word, she turned her back to them, fa

what that statement meant, but that was the only

ien went on to say, as he struggled to pull back h

ng sarcasm, but the words just kept flowing out as her sense of rea

her entire body trembling, “I honestly don't know what I am still doing her

d with grief before running out of the restroom, completely aba

o run after her when Mia grabbed

esentment and mercilessness, it was overly obvious that she was indiffer

ping his right foot hard on the tiled bathroom floor, while

wouldn't listen,” He lamented bitterly, let

her before she wakes up, but you kept going on and on, want

*

vision clouded by the tears that were pou

b to catch her breath and get some more time for

livia grabbed the chest side of the red Satin dinner gown she

ack to the club toilet to free her bladder, she was wishi

it was Mia who forced her into accepting

been so suspicious and even to get her drunk so they could have time to steal away to the r

ng without involving me?” Olivia asked hersel

ad going on to themselves without involving me and

found herself in was the fact that she had never su

ien was the kind of guy people referred to as every girl's dream man- but in a way that only sounded like she

e streaming in and out of the club, “I cannot be out here weeping like a child over a man who is probably ha