Escaping The Billionaire's Deadly Surrogate Trap

he walked through the graffiti covered alleyway in the industrial ed

h scrape. A pair of bloodshot eyes stared at her for a fe

rrow hallway. The heavy bass of the club music instant

He chewed on an unlit cigar. He looked her up and dow

and let it fall open, revealing the tight black leotard underne

onto a clipboard and handed her a pen. Blaire signed th

s thick with the suffocating smell of cheap perfume and aerosol hair

d picked up a wild, burgundy red wavy wig. She pulled i

he painted on heavy, dark smoky eyeshadow and a bright, aggressive red lip

thigh high leather boots. She took three deep breaths, lockin

for Jessica to get on deck. Blaire stumbled slightl

are of the stage spotlights hit her face. The massive crow

of the Terrell family pushed her forward. She straightened her

the pole routine. She executed a flawless, inverted split

th on the second floor, Kamryn Lane leaned back against the l

kissing his ass. His cold eyes swept over the

de dripped with a lethal, natural seduction. It was comple

e could not see her face under the heavy makeup, but the curve of

For some reason, the image of the inexperienced, sweet

red lips. Her dazed eyes swept across the second floor glas

's suppressed possessiveness. He lifted his gla

led bills at the stage. A few drunk patrons rea

igher up the pole to avoid their sweaty hands. A fl

ly morphed into a dark, violent possessiveness. A prima

is head of security standing in the shadows.

he glass. He told Mitch to bring the re

bowing to the crowd. She prepared to kneel and collect the

n black suits stepped out from the edge of th

ed for help, but the crowd just cheered

corridor leading to the second floor. She was being taken to a VI