The Virgin Surrogate And The Billionaire CEO

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overlooking the New York skyline. The city glowed beneath Damian's feet, skys

y untouched beside him. He loosened his tie, leaned back,

No inhe

nation. The acquisitions, the billion-dollar deals, the name Blackwood stamped across the world-that was all him

ther still pull

or the glass. The whiskey burned

timatums. H

how to forge. That was the only weap

inner table. The chandelier overhead cast cold light on the polished plates. His moth

with precision, then looked up

makes you careless, women will bleed you dry. If you wa

n his hand. He hadn't answered, but something insi

Gregory's voice

e counter. He glanced down, frow

r message fro

requested today", "Dinne

ightened, the screen glowing

owned was beginning to feel less

e was back to being silent, and the whiskey's burn

r tom

lowed on his

d the penthouse, each step echoing against the marble. The city hummed

y summoned. And tomorrow was

ng back. Cold gray eyes, a jaw set like stone, shoulde

. No inh

n his ears until sle

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olden wash of chandeliers. The dining table stretched endless

e leaning within reach,like

mposing in his tailored suit, Gregory's

said, voice even, thoug

opposite him, unbothered. "

n't exist for Blackwoods. Don'

e sound of silver against earthenware. Gregory let the

eyes locking on his son

ked. "You've rem

ne year to prove yourself. Or everything you think is yours-" he gesture

ned on his glass. "I

nership. Blackwood Enterprises is more than business-it's blood. Le

flashed, but h

faintly. He had stru

sing to cry when he scraped his knee against the rough floor. Gregory had bee

ld the boy afterward, whispering, "Don't let him turn yo

ss soothe the boy, but deep down he had scoffed

ood across from him, hard as ston

heck on his son to know Damian would resist him, to know Dami

rved, not in ange

xpected, resista

end, all

n was no