Mysterious CEO's Last Surrogate

Daniella's face was drained of colour. Her mind went on a rampage of a search for reasonable answers. "Well, I….I stopped going to work because I don't remember how to cook," she wasn't sure whether Jones believed her and waited eagerly for his response.

Jones was deep in thought, remaining expressionless. However, he astonished Daniella with his response. "I see. I will help you."

"Wait, you cook also?" Daniella grimaced excitedly. She was very comfortable around him, her trust increasing each time like a ball of fire.

"You taught me how to cook," Jones shrugged and continued. "At the shelter, during the times we ran short of cooks, you never allowed the homeless to go hungry, no matter how exhausted you were from work, I was always there to help and you taught me a lot," Jones recalled. "I'm just returning a favour," he winked. Jones was trying his best to make Daniella, who he thinks to be Danica, remember her past. He had been friends with Danica for ages and they have taken part in so many youth programs together.

He always felt that Danica was the love of his life and wanted to propose marriage when the time was right. They shared so many common interests and principles that even Danica felt that they were meant to be together. However, Jones had never confessed his feelings openly to Danica and intended to do so with a proposal, followed by marriage. He slightly regretted not telling Danica his true feelings when Herty told him that Danica had lost her memory. Therefore, he was determined to do all her favourite things to help restore her memory.

Daniella's lips curled into a smile, "Okay, thank you."

Jones dropped Daniella at home and again, he never showed any form of intimacy. Daniella was beginning to feel that he was gay. However, Jones had his principles. He always believed that the first time should be magical and that should be after marriage. He was just looking for the right moment to propose and he didn't want to do it at a time when Danica had lost her memory.

At the mansion

It has been two weeks and a day yet, Loney hadn't shown up. Danica's anxiety was becoming unbearable. She was tired of the wait and once again, decided to put her shame aside and confront Paul.

Paul was pressing up in the gym when Danica barged in. Somehow, Danica found solace in having someone to convey her frustration to the supposed parent. Paul intentionally ignored her, knowing that she was going to nag him. He couldn't understand the reason why he should be at the receiving end of Danica's frustration while Loney relaxed elsewhere. "It's been two weeks, Paul, two weeks and a day. Where is he?" Danica was solemn.

stood up bare-chested, as Danica looked away. He ambled around her to

Now it's one month. By the contract, he is supposed to be here. Tell him that if he doesn't come tonight, I will release myself of the liabilities of the contract and leave. I need the feedback in the next fifteen minutes or else, I will begin

helplessly. He pulled out his phone and called Loney as soon as Danica

seemed to be expecting Danica's message when

"you should be

to leave. He felt that she was eager to fulfil her obligation and leave him after having captured his heart all these years. Instantly, his expectation was split

a minute. Can you stop coming in the night like a

Danica to convey the message. Whichever way, despite Loney telling him not to tell Danica, he

grimaced. She wondered why Loney would only come when she threatened. Wasn't he supposed to be

be

Loney arrived. She also prayed that this time around, she would be able to get pregnant to ease her daily anxiety. However, Loney stayed in his office and watched from his IPAD, the CCTV camera, secretly installed in Danica's room. He saw her yawn from exhaustion before he began his two-hour journey to the mansion. It

Danica was asleep before he stepped out of his room. Since she had been waiting for him, her light was still on. Loney sensed that Paul had betrayed him by telling Danica about his arrival. It was the only reason why she would refuse to sleep. He turned off the light as soon as he stepped into the

her enough to stop her

and took his hand, and brought it under her dress. She was not wearing panties. His hand felt the warmth of her hole. It was deep, warm, and very wet. His fingers were all but soaked inside, as he continued to push in and out

tingled, the feel of his frame resting on hers as his arms wrapped around her. He pulled her in, claiming her mouth, hungry and intense until her

kissed down her neck, trailed the tips of his index and middle fingers from one shoulder to the dip in the centre, lingering to swirl in a slow motion. Then he moved his mouth over the