His Virgin Surrogate

Chapter 7: Who Would Ever Love You?

CHRISTIAN'S POV

I'd slept with several women, but something about Olivia was nerve-wracking.

Why? What could it be? What was it about her?

I've had several wild nights with women: Veronica in Mexico, Lydia in England, Isla in Italy, and many more than I could recall. I've had fun, fulfilling several fantasies with different kinds of women. So why was one night of meaningless s*x with a surrogate eating away at me?

I couldn't understand it. Why couldn't I get the thoughts of last night out of my mind? Why did I get these crazy flashbacks? It was all I'd been thinking about the entire day. Which didn't make any sense to me.

Was it the way she stared at me while I took her, her eyes filled with innocence and passion? Was it the way she clung to me like a lifeline, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her moans filled my ears? Or was it the way she wanted me? Begged me?

She had felt so tight....nearly driving me insane with pleasure.

I inhaled sharply and ran my fingers through my hair. Just let it go, Christian, I told myself. She wasn't the first woman to react that way to me in bed.

She wasn't the first to want me, neither would she be the last. So there was no point fixating on this. It was probably just in my head because she was inexperienced.

Yes, that must be it.

But did that also have to do with why her cries of pleasure as she climaxed turned me on even more? Was that why I had to sleep on the sofa so I could keep my hands to myself?

This was insane.

I straightened in my seat and picked up my phone, opening my messages to check if she had replied to my text, but there was nothing. Why hadn't she replied?

I sighed and began to type out another message to her. At that exact moment, my door swung open and Michael walked inside with a smug look on his face and his shoulders raised high.

Rage slithered through my veins as I clenched my fists and pounded them gently on my desk to remain calm.

"What did I say about knocking?" I gritted.

He smirked, letting out one of those irritating chuckles of his. "What did I say about this being my office very soon?" He made a wide gesture around the office.

Oh, he was getting on my nerves. But I would sooner die before I let him see that. Instead, I stared at him pointedly and raised an eyebrow, an indication for him to spit out what he wanted and get the f**k out.

But in typical Michael fashion, he strolled to the mini bar and pulled out a glass of wine and two cups.

Without saying a word, he walked back to my desk and sank into the chair opposite mine. "This is my favourite wine, you know?" He smirked.

I swallowed back a hiss, wanting nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face. Perhaps a hard punch would reset his brain, but unfortunately, I didn't plan to ruin my day with violence.

"I only drink my favourite wine when I have something to celebrate," Michael continued, fondling the bottle in his hand.

I saw no need to respond, so I leaned back into my chair and watched him, wondering how long he intended to keep clowning around in my office. Frankly, it was getting quite tiring and I had a ton of work to get to.

Suddenly, he put down his glass of wine and sighed. "You are ruining the vibe, brother. You were supposed to ask me what I'm celebrating. But I guess I'll have to go ahead and tell you since you're intent on being a killjoy. Our grandfather has called for a family meeting this Saturday, and I am sure he intends to discuss his inheritance and will."

I smiled. "Do you really believe our grandfather will announce you as his successor?"

Michael popped the wine open, maintaining eye contact with me. I could feel my anger building up once again. "Not only will our grandfather announce me as his successor, but he shall also be publishing that information in the media."

A chuckle escaped my lips before I could stop it. "You are so delusional, it's amusing. But don't let that stop you. Enjoy your fantasy dream because it won't last. Now...get the hell out of my office."

Michael slammed his hand on the desk angrily as he rose to his feet. "You have always felt like you are better than everyone else in this family! You are so damn proud and arrogant. But I promise you, this time, your fall from grace will be comical. The entire world will hear of how Christian Blackwood lost everything after slaving away for years to be the favourite son."

I nodded. "You're right. I am better than everyone in the family. You'll never measure up to me. No matter how hard you try; intellectually, financially, even in what I've become, you'll always fall short. And deep down, I know you want to be everything I am, but you're destined to be smaller than me, forever chasing something you'll never have."

I saw his jaw tick as he clenched both fists and glared at me. "That is it! You have crossed the line. I initially wanted to consider letting you remain the CEO of Blackwood Hotel, but now, I will make sure I take every single thing away from you."

His words were amusing to me. "There is nothing for you to take because everything belongs to me and will continue to belong to me. You can try, but your incompetence will keep bringing you down over and over again until you realize that you will never be what I am."

He scoffed. "Continue to be yours? What are you going to do? Even if you marry now, grandfather will know why you did it. He will know it is just a ploy to take the Enterprise. So what are you going to do? Buy a baby? Get a woman pregnant? Who would let a heartless beast like you father their child?"

I refused to acknowledge his words. "I'll see you at the family dinner," I said in a controlled rage. "Now, get out!"