Inlove with the Surrogate

I know that no matter what decision I make, I still have no choice. Last night I was still trying to calm myself and convin

irements and exams and now, I'm having trouble figuring out what s

and decided to come back to the private room. I went straight in ther

go before I left. In the distance I could immediately see how its thick eyebrows met. His nose i

oved into me and our eyes met. My lips parted a bit as I looked at his deep menacing eyes

ou been?", hi

ears. Is that even possible? And his tone, he so

I seemed to want to catch my breath because of his stares at me. I gave him another look

him? Is it really him? Did he pay

w you have the courage to ru

I asked h

gh? All right. Tell m

of the mixture of annoyance and shock I felt. This arrogant and s

gave you what you're desperate for, so now, you have no right to leave this conv

automatically clenched beneath the

ived earlier than you asked. Don't worry I'm not gonna run for the hills because as you said, I'm desp

the suppressed anger that caused my chest to tighten. I'm so offended by what he said. H

ords at all. But deep inside, as I look at him straight in the eyes I feel like I'm caged int

er. I don't think we have the guts to stop the sta

while also glancing at him seconds at a time. A few more moments when I stared at him and rais

e menu ma'

ledgeable and well-versed in eating in this kind of place. I unconsciously bit

gnon and Chateauneuf

t pretended everything was normal and looked at him again. His eyes are pinned on me like h

r based condiment

on the outside but my insides were wond

sir." The wa

o you want?"

closing the menu and returning it

strawberries. She's sensitive t

ade away. I felt something inside me that moved, fvck. It seems like space and time

ut how did he know about that? And the pe

rtable in his seat while I'm still puzzled how come h

r shit and all that. I should not forget what I am her

h's

my fist on the table, a sign of suppression. Suppression of what? O

nnot hide it. Can I ever hide the truth from her? She will for sure hate

to meet her. So I went earlier than the scheduled hour. I stayed in my car and an hour later, I saw her s

you can spend it all you want and I'll still give you m

come, Hugh. The Angel of mine has com

her but the thought of her being someone surrogate. What if she's contrac

this situation because she needed those grand, I'll give her months, years or

on her, almost glaring. She accidentally dropped the spoon from her fingers and that made so

She bit her lower lip clear

hing in this place and in this world. And if that includ