His Virgin Surrogate

Chapter 6: Would This Ever End

OLIVIA'S POV

My eyes fluttered open as I stretched out on the soft sheets beneath me, yawning loudly.

This room looked unfamiliar.

I gasped, sitting up in a flash and letting my eyes roam through the room.

The fragments of my memory pieced together, and it all came back to me.

Yes... Last night. Christian's room...

My steamy first s*x.

I had eagerly given up my virginity to Christian Blackwood, joining the long list of women who had been intoxicated and enraptured by his looks and had toppled into his bed.

I closed my eyes, a flush creeping up my cheeks as I remembered how I had begged him to take me, groping and yearning for him.

"Ugh!" I groaned, hitting my arms and legs against the sheets and kicking them away.

What had come over me? How could I have been so easy? Giving myself to him so eagerly? Begging to be devoured like my life depended on it?

This was next-level embarrassment.

I was still on Christian's bed, fully nude and only covered by the duvet hanging over my chest. But his side of the bed was empty, meaning he was gone.

When did he even leave? And why hadn't he bothered to say anything to me about last night?

"Stop it, Olivia," I warned myself, shaking my head vigorously. This line of thought was a dangerous one.

I sighed, my mind drifting back to the previous night. Again.

My first time was a million times better than I'd imagined, and I feared I might have enjoyed every bit of it a little too much.

My fingers traced my lips as I recalled how good it'd felt when Christian kissed me so passionately, how his strong hands held my body. I could feel my breath hitching at the memory of his soft lips on my breasts, biting, tugging, sucking on my n*****s until I thought I would go insane.

His face popped into view, and I felt the heat pool between my legs. I groaned again, my hands falling away as I collapsed back into bed, biting my lips.

Seriously Olivia, what the f**k are you doing?

I sat up abruptly, snapping back to reality. Was I really going insane? Why was I daydreaming about a man who had most likely forgotten what happened between us last night?

Christian probably did this every day, being the playboy he was. The s*x might have been special for me, but it wasn't for him. So why was I torturing myself with these thoughts? I shook my head, knowing I had to get myself together.

I rose from the bed and stretched my hand down to grab my clothes off the floor. Suddenly, the door swung open.

"Oh my gosh!" I screamed, diving back into the bed and shielding myself with the sheets. I watched as a middle-aged woman, seemingly in her late forties, entered and bowed slightly.

"Good morning, ma'am," she greeted.

"Who are you?" I asked, still flustered by her sudden entrance.

"I'm Martha, the housekeeper, ma'am." She bowed again. "I apologize if I startled you. I didn't know you were awake already."

"That's alright," I muttered, shyly pulling the sheets around me. She must be unfazed, considering I wasn't the first woman to be found in Christian's bed.

To my surprise, Martha lifted her hand and clapped lightly. Immediately, three young ladies trooped into the room. What the hell was going on?

Like she read my thoughts, Martha turned to me. "Mr Christian had instructed that you're properly fed and clothed before you take your leave," she explained. "These maids will assist you."

Oh.

I nodded, unable to look her in the eyes. Heat pricked the back of my neck as I wondered what I was supposed to say. I just wanted them to leave.

My panties were on the ground, I was naked under the sheets, and I was pretty sure they knew what my relationship with Christian was – nothing serious. It was just too embarrassing to deal with.

Again, Martha clapped, interrupting my thoughts, and I flinched. Did she always have to do that?

One of the maids stepped forward, producing a box which she opened to reveal a dress and a pair of heels.

"Mr Christian picked this out for you," Martha explained whilst the maid placed them in the wardrobe.

She clapped again, and another maid stepped forward with a bag.

"Makeup, body wash, and other essentials. You will find everything you need in there." I had a feeling Martha wasn't bluffing.

I nodded. "I appreciate you going to the trouble to bring me these. Thank you." It was a genuine profession of gratitude, but the maids exchanged a quick look, stirring up a little curiosity in me.

"Breakfast would be ready soon," Martha announced, and I fleetingly noticed how robotic she seemed. "And, if you need anything else," she continued, "just press the red button on the wall."

I glanced around me, noticing the button on the wall for the very first time since I stepped into the bedroom.

It was pretty...fancy, having a button in the bedroom that summoned the maids so you wouldn't have to raise your voice.

"Alright," I said and watched as they all bowed before taking their leave.

Once the door shut behind them, I sighed.

Without a second to spare, I grabbed a bathing robe from the bag and wrapped it around myself.

Curiosity led me to the wardrobe to check the dress Christian had picked out. When I saw it was from Valentino, I gasped. My eyes were still wide as I looked for the tag, and once I found it, I nearly screamed.

$8000 for just one dress?!

I shuddered, trying not to think about the money. Rich people were really ridiculous. I returned the dress to the wardrobe and grabbed the other bag again, checking for soap and a body wash.

But everything was really in there. Bar soap, body wash, panties, bras, every woman's essentials, and different colours, sizes, and brands.

I was officially wowed.

I grabbed only what I needed and headed into the bathroom to be met with another shock. Even the bathroom was so tastefully furnished, and for a moment, I thought I was in heaven—although I've never been there.

The bathtub was so comfy, and I almost didn't want to leave. But I had to.

I washed off quickly and was dressed up in minutes.

As I headed down the stairs, my phone pinged, and I checked to see a text from Christian.

My driver was waiting downstairs, with my personal assistant and a bodyguard—What?! Mine? Was any of this even necessary?

But then, he said he needed me to match his charisma... So maybe this was a start?

I sighed and headed downstairs, where the table had already been set, and breakfast was served. I couldn't hide my surprise at the amount of food that was served for just me.

"What happens to the leftovers after I eat what I can finish?" I asked Martha.

"It shall be disposed of, ma'am."

My face paled at that appalling thought. I couldn't stop thinking of all the hungry kids on the street. And here we were, trashing perfectly good food. I couldn't let that happen.

"Please pack up the leftovers for me once I'm done," I told Martha.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded quietly. "Alright, ma'am."

I finished breakfast and a lady and two men were waiting when I got to the ground floor. They curtsied as I came into view. "Hello, ma'am."

I just stared at them, flabbergasted.

I would never get used to this.

The lady stepped forward. "My name's Grace and I will work closely with you as your assistant." She gestured at the two young men behind her. "This is Mr Greg, your driver. And that is Mr Dennison, your bodyguard. We're all here to serve you."

I nodded. "I'm Olivia, and it's nice to meet you all."

"We have been briefed on the important details we should note about you, ma'am," Grace intoned. "If you're done here, we should get moving. There's a lot on your schedule."

I did a double-take.

"My schedule?"

Grace nodded, then pulled out an iPad. "The first item on your schedule is a wardrobe change. So we're going shopping. Next up is Lunch with Mr. Blackwood, and we-"

"Lunch?"

"Yes. Now, please get in the car. We have to hurry before it's lunchtime."

Dennison held the door to the black SUV open for me, and I stepped inside, utterly overwhelmed.

Would this ever end?