His Rejected Surrogate

CHAPTER 3: The 'First' Time

Amanda

“Maria, that’s the first,” Joanne whispered and winked at me. I hush her and pulled Lance inside the room.

Indeed, it is the first time that I agreed to be brought to a private room. Never will I ever go with someone even if they pay me a good one and that is because I don’t trust them enough. It’s just, this man is undeniably gorgeous, and I never want anything in my life more than to spend my 'last' night with him. If ever I have a choice to whom will I give my virginity, it will always be him. If I need to carry a baby for nine months in my womb, I wouldn't mind, as long as I felt that uncontrollable bliss with him for the last time. I would give my all to have just one more night with Lance, just for the last time and it will suffice.

Upon entering the room, I felt goosebumps all over my body. I think I just lost all the confidence I have a while ago, and I just want to shrink in and disappear.

"Uhm..." I trailed off, my hands fidgeting. I can feel cold sweats forming on my forehead.

I feel like I'm ready, but I'm not. I'm scared, but excited at the same time. I feel mixed emotions as he walked over me.

He looked at me, his autumn eyes burrowing into mine.

"Maria, I think I'm drunk. But you looked so beautiful."

My face heats up as he uttered those words. I quickly looked away and covered my face.

I know some people say that I am beautiful, but it rings different when you hear it from the person you admire the most. I shook my head, trying to calm down the butterflies in my stomach.

“I’m afraid if I get used to it, I might end up looking out for you for the rest of my life.”

I replied, trying to play his game.

“Really? You think so?”

I nodded, desire embracing my soul.

He slowly closed the gap between us, and I shut my eyes waiting for a touch of heaven.

I felt his hand on my neck, pulling me closer.

I lift my chin, meeting his waiting, alluring lips. His lips touched mind, and they were warm and soft.

After a while, I parted my lips slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside.

"Lance."

I stopped him from going deeper.

"I'm a bad kisser. I'm incompetent, a newbie, a-"

"I don't mind at all."

He pulled me in and push me against the wall. Our bodies pressed together, breathing heavily as our lips smashed together. I can taste the mojito drink that he had drink earlier, but it was now mixed with his saliva and I think it tastes so much better.

His hands roamed around my body, with his lips still on mine. As he pushed himself more on me, I felt his c*ck doubled in size, and I wasn't able to help myself but to caress it.

Holy sh*t, his d**k's bigger than my palm!

My panties are now swelling wet as he begins caressing my busty bre*sts.

I gasped for air and he stoop down and carried me, laying me down in the bed.

He laid down beside me, and I waited for more, but he fixed himself and put a blanket over me.

"Sleep now, Maria. This day has been a long day for both of us."

He said as he tucked me on the covers.

I was left puzzled, not knowing what to say. Did he mean that we need to stop it here and just go to sleep?

I wasn't able to respond. I cannot react either, but it was him who broke the silence.

"F*ck it. This is so wrong." I heard him mutter in a faint voice.

"I'm sorry."

He uttered once more, this time, it was audible, reaching into my ears. He is sitting at the edge of the bed, his back facing me.

"For what?"

I also fixed myself and settled on the bed.

"For everything." He paused and took a deep breath. "I shouldn't have done that to you. I should have respected you."

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

I replied.

It's my fault. I am a very ambitious woman. Who would love a woman like me? Who am I to even think myself worthy of this gentleman before me? I gulped hard and fight back my tears.

"Good night, Maria. It was nice meeting you. I hope you'll forget about me, as I'll forget about you too."

He stood and grabbed his things, never looking back at me. I watched him walk away, as he took my heart with him.

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I got up at five in the morning and stretch my arms. Since Lance was my last customer last night, and that thing happened, I was able to go home and rest early.

Honestly, I still can't forget what had happened, but I need to move on, and accept it. I still have mouths to feed, and a mother to help in her operation.

To make myself breathe, I decided to go for a walk. I brought Ginger, my pet with me as we strolled along the small alley. She's a gift for me from one of my suitors, who died a month ago. His death was so sudden, but I felt guilty that I didn't even let him kiss my cheeks! That's how reserved I am! I even allow anyone to touch my hand.

But why the hell am I so obsessed with that Lance guy! I wanted to scream, I wanted to confront him, I wanted to ask why did he 'booked' for me in the first place if he will just reject and leave me. I thought that he's different from them.

But who am I to question? For them, I'm just a w***e who entertains customers for money. I am nothing to them. I decided to just swallow my pride and try my very best to move on.

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