Page 27 of Forbidden Surrogate
“Will I be helping Mikey tonight?” Angela asks after pausing a beat and renewing our conversation with more appropriate meekness.
“No. Just staying out of trouble. I’ll keep Delphine close.”
Delphine gives me a quick glance, but returns to eating her pasta quietly. My dick stirs painfully in my pants. I don’t think I can wait until the end of the night to touch this woman, even if every time I touch her, the closeness between us threatens to annihilate my control over this already tenuous contract between the two of us.
We eat in silence until I finish. Once my fork hits the plate, Angela dutifully gets up to clear my place. She’s on her best behavior because of the Delphine situation, but I’m not sure if it’s enough to earn my forgiveness. Her timing couldn’t have been worse, especially since I also have the impossible task of keeping Delphine from my father.
He might not mind that I have a surrogate, but a black surrogate… it just feels forbidden. Italians are not always the most progressive people. I’d rather not ignite my father’s fury, but while Delphine carries my child, I will suffer his rage and anyone else’s to keep her safe. I don’t care about her skin color. I don’t care much about anything. I live, I do what I’m told and when it’s my job to lead, that’s what I do.
With Angela out of the room, some tension leaves my chest.
“Delphine,” I command gently. “Finish your lunch and meet me in the bedroom. We have a lot to discuss. And…”
I linger in the silence for a few seconds, summoning the bravery to be so forward with her and risk so much vulnerability when it would serve me better to keep my distance.
“I missed your lips.”
Delphine’s face flickers with surprise, but her lips tighten with either frustration or anger. I don’t know her well enough to read those small changes in her facial expressions. I want to hope that soon, before she gets too round, I’ll know her well enough to anticipate her needs and soften some of her anger towards me. I shouldn’t care but… I’m not the one who drugged her. I just foolishly followed through on my instincts, using the contract as justification.
There’s the tiniest amount of guilt plaguing my conscience.
“I’ll be waiting.”
I get up from the kitchen table and leave her behind with Angela, eagerly waiting for Delphine’s obedient response to my commands.
Chapter Sixteen
Delphine
Iset my fork down and Angela gives me a sympathetic look as she clears my plate. It’s easy to forget that she’s the reason I’m here when she looks at me like that.
“Does he want you back there?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes well with tears that I presume are remorseful.
“Is he cruel?”
“What? No. It’s just… He’s a stranger.”
“I’m fucked up, Delphine. I shouldn’t have…”
“Hey. It is what it is.”
Angela has slipped away from being my biggest problem. I’m pregnant. This man’s sperm is downright efficient, because the pregnancy test was able to detect a “YES” in what feels like minutes after conception. I told myself over those four days that his efforts to impregnate me would fail.
But deep down…maybe I knew.My stomach lurches nervously as I rise to my feet and the hallway seems to narrow in my gaze. I have to face him and whatever fucked up things he’s going to say about the pregnancy news.
I will myself to face Luigi, desperate to gain control on my long walk down the hallway, but instead getting intoxicated byhis lingering cologne. Why the hell does he smell so good? Like a toxic bad boy you want to drown yourself in…
“Sit on the bed,” he says without turning around from his position at the dresser once I enter the bedroom. Just the way he commands me makes me feel so small. It’s not like me to suffer a man’s commands with mindless obedience, so I blame it on the pasta and my total shock that Luigi knocked me up so…efficiently.
He turns around to face me as I sit on the bed and my pussy throbs traitorously between my legs. It’s not my fault he looks hot as hell with his shirt sleeves rolled up and the white shirt unbuttoned just enough to expose his thick, dark chest hair. I’m hiding my desires for him well.
Luigi looks down at me past a prominent and beautiful Italian nose. He looks like a Roman emperor and an old world conqueror as he gazes down at me. I hate how much his raw physical power and strong features turn me on.He’s not the one who drugged me.But that’s not enough.
“Tonight, we’re going out. I chose clothing I want to see you in and I expect you to stay by my side the entire night. No sneaking off with Angela to do drugs or have secret gossipy conversations.”
