A Surrogate Wife For The Billionaire

She slowly raised her head from the chair she had fallen asleep on, her eyes blurring as she pushed them apart, her throat sore and her joints weak and weary.

Looking around the dark hall that had different colors of flashy light bouncing all over the place, it took the confused Olivia some seconds, before she remembered where she was.

She used both of her hands to support her head as she tried sitting properly upright, her head banging loudly in pain with every move she made, and the music blaring from speakers placed at strategic corners of the club, coupled with the cheers and jeers from the clubbers were not helping the situation at all.

Sweeping her eyes through the table in front of her and seeing the empty bottles of alcoholic substances with disposable cups that were littered on them brought back flashes of the event that happened before she passed out.

Seeing that she was a bit stable, “Can I help you with anything ma’am” A young chap lad, probably in his early twenties asked, a cheerful smile on his face as he looked up at Olivia from where he was standing at the base of stairs leading to the first table of the VIP section where she was seated?

“No, I… I am fine” Olivia stammered, her eyes all over the place, “Where is Mia?” She asked.

“I would be right around the corner ma’am, if you need anything don't hesitate to reach out to me” He replied, ignoring Olivia’s question, a smile still on his face.

Before leaving, he beckoned to one of the girls walking around the club holding silver trays filled with liquor shots to clear the mess on the table Oliver was on.

As the girl carried out what she was instructed to do, Olivia sluggishly picked up her back purse that probably fell off her lap when she passed out. She rummaged through the lip gloss, a chocolate bar, a face towel, and other girlie things to get her phone.

Olivia dialed Mia’s number countless times as her eyes restlessly searched through the happy crowd, vibing to the loud music.

“Damien” She whispered, “How can I forget I came out with him?” She asked tiredly as she started putting a call through to him, but she also got no response from him.

Cursing under her breath on why her boyfriend and her best friend dragged her out of her house on this hot Friday night, until to ended up ghosting her, Olivia allowed her head freely fall on her laps that were tightly closed together, and she remained in that position for a while, blaming herself for giving in to their plans.

When the girl who was clearing her table came back to pick up the remaining things left, “Sorry, please can you excuse me for a minute?” Olivia asked, raising her head.

“Is there any problem ma'am?” The girl asked, moving her gaze from the empty drink bottle she was about to put on her tray to Olivia.

“There is none, I just wanted to ask you if by any chance you saw the people I was hanging out with around?”

“Uhm… the last time I caught sight of them on the dance floor ma’am” the girl replied and went straight back to what she was doing, leaving a bewildered look on Olivia’s face.