Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game

“That was Maddy,” answered Ophelia. But before she could put down her phone, Zachariah grabbed hold of it and pulled up the call history. Sure enough, Madeleine was at the top of the list.

Zachariah opened the message app to find the most recent message sent to her by Madeleine. His expressions souring, he shot Ophelia an insinuating look. “You’re still in contact with that Tassach guy?”

“Yes,” answered Ophelia, “Tassach and I are still friends, even though we didn’t make it as a couple, so I’d be lying if I said we didn’t talk to each other at all.”

“Block his number,” Zachariah demanded with a displeased look on his face, “and never see him again.”

“My good sir,” said Ophelia, “that would be rather dictatorial of you, wouldn’t it?”

“You’re mine and mine alone. Hence, I demand that you stop associating with any man at all,” replied Zachariah.

“You’re that insecure?”

Zachariah shot her a look.

And that made Ophelia laugh out loud. She walked towards him and looped her arms around his neck. “My dear Mr. Chambers,” said Ophelia, “with your amazing achievements and these good looks, I am the one that should be worried. I don’t think I will ever cheat on you, as long as you still want me around.”

Placing a hand on her hips, Zachariah pulled her in and pressed their bodies together. He stared at her and spoke with a steady voice. “Remember that you’re mine. Without my permission, you shan’t have any contact with any man – or else.”

Mr. Chambers? Because if you’ll admit it, I promise I won’t even look at

such a saucy little

asked, “Does that mean, dear sir, that you are, in fact, in love with

because to say that he didn’t

you still completely indifferent to my existence after I’ve been a good wife and

run amok. What you need to do right

sake of the unborn child. He claimed not to want a kid, but the Chambers family would surely cherish their first

only wish was for you to tell me that you

guess it’s true what they say – that pregnant women have ‘a bee in their bonnets,’

still smiling, but the

as he reached for her cheeks and gently

her eyes. “You have given me a comfortable life, and you’re being extra nice

lower voice. “I’m not sure I can quite believe you there, because you’re pouting, like, a

away, Ophelia answered, “I’m not as petty as you

in his arms, Zachariah mumbled something softly

red. With a slightly hoarse

stop you from spiraling out, right? Well then, you ought to be in bed, since it’s already bedtime, and you’re very