Escaping The Billionaire's Deadly Surrogate Trap

a pair of jeans and a plain sweater. Taking a deep breath, she opened h

a rising in her throat and managed a polite, submissive smile a

." Clotilda's voice w

ely picked up a slice of whole-wheat toast and chewed it slowly. The

s tone, she asked, "Blaire, dear, how did you sleep last night?" Yet h

, thank you for asking," she replied calmly. Then she dropped the bombshell.

a's knife screeched across her ceramic plate, lea

owed deeply as he asked in a low, serious voice

g to qualify for an MFA scholarship. The dorms are close to the studio, so I can p

her voice. "No. An unmarried girl living on campus? What

ar of losing control over her "living organ b

wn his utensils. He spoke in an authoritative

ned her mouth to protest but was sil

omless black eyes devoid of any warmth. "Every weekend, you come ho

She knew this was his absolute底线.

voice, she said, "Oh, speaking of which, Blaire, aren't you suppose

er, strained smile. "No, I don't have time. My course load is too heavy this semester

aire grabbed her backpack, muttered, "I'm going to

her tense shoulders finally relaxed. She quickened her pace an

Blaire pulled down the brim of her baseball cap and tilted he

l she found the small box of Plan B. She picked it up, but as soon as she tu

" the woman com

e hid the box behind her back and muttered a stream of

r head or what?" the woman grumb

kout machine. She fed crisp new bills into the slot, took her change, and c

embling hands, she tore open the cardboard box. She popped the pil

ted her tongue, but a fierce sense of satisfaction lit up her

abotaged their

a wooden bench. She pulled out her phone and st

would never be enough to fund her escape from New York.

a hidden, underground New York for

vet was urgently hiring senior resident dancers

lip, hesitated for a few se

her heart pound. It was the only way she coul

thing and soft-core, sensual performances. Years of con

ing about draining her bloo

fists. "I won't let them s

shattered all her moral

hard as cold steel. Without a moment's furt

d chat wind

b Velvet?" the ot

laire ty

Come to the back alley door.

t i

n in the black glass. "Starting tonight, I'm no longer Blaire Te

ad to become some