The Billionaire's Surrogate: A BWWM Pregnancy Love Story (4 page)

That hadn’t been
the worst thing to happen to her though…

She
bought some new clothes and put in a long ‘Asian hair’
weave and revamped her look. She did her best to look the way Rudy’s
mother and sister did; sophisticated, svelte and sexy. She took a
dance class because she’d heard dancing made one move more
gracefully. She wanted every weapon in her arsenal she could get.

When
the semester began, she kept clear of Rudy, as far away from him as
possible in fact. He didn’t try to talk to her or even explain
himself even though she hadn’t seen him since the aborted
wedding ceremony when Max and her grandmother had whisked her out of
there so fast her head had spun. Maybe if they’d given him more
time, he would have…

The
semester wasn’t too hard, most of the work was done; Christine
was mostly on autopilot but she was getting by. And then there was a
test, and a book of Rudy’s that she still had – and he
wanted it back. So he came to her room to get it; the room she’d
insisted
on getting despite ‘suggestions’ from both her
grandmother and Max that she stay off campus. Max even went so far as
to offer her transportation to school if she continued to stay at
home. She’d pushed the offer back at him as rudely as she
could, reminding him that he was
not
nor
had ever been the boss of her, let alone her father. He’d
backed off which was great, but he’d also looked hurt; which
she did not understand
at all.

Rudy ended up spending
the night with her, she’d played hard to get for a bit but she
couldn’t lie. She wanted him back so she was so glad to have
him back in her bed, desperate for her, making noises that let her
know he wanted her. She wanted him right back and she was so happy
he’d come back to his senses. In the morning when she woke up,
he was gone.

She’d
cried into her coffee that morning, skipped class and went for a boat
ride on the river, letting the breeze play on her face and just tried
not to think too hard. She went back to class the next day and acted
like everything was fine and when Rudy knocked on her door two nights
later, three sheets to the wind and begging to come in…she let
him in. This time he was still there in the morning but in hindsight
Christine figured it was because he passed out. She had to leave him
there eventually with a note telling him there was coffee in the
coffee maker and muffins under the basket since she had class. He
staggered into afternoon class looking miserable but didn’t
make any particular effort to interact with her. A week later he
banged on her door at 2am and this time Christine tried to talk to
him, have a conversation. He apologized to her, at long last, about
what happened at the wedding. He explained that his family was
partial to Natasha because they’d been like peas in a pod since
they were very young and it was
understood
by both families that they would eventually wed. It was unfortunate
that she’d chosen to interrupt their wedding like that but
there was really very little that Rudy could do about it at the time
and Christine had seemed to be okay. She’d left with her
grandmother and her grandmother’s boss as if she was fine with
it anyway and Rudy had tried texting her but there was no reply.

Christine
explained that Martha had confiscated her phone and that was why she
hadn’t answered. He asked that they continue as they were,
seeing each other in secret for now until Rudy could resolve things
with his family. Christine readily agreed; she didn’t think her
grandmother would want to know about her rekindled romance with Rudy
and her friends certainly wouldn’t understand that he was the
love of her life. When Christmas break rolled around, he had gone to
his family in New York and she had stayed in Massachusetts with her
mother and her grandmother. The day after Christmas, she was taking a
break from the mayhem and chaos that was Christmas holidays at her
grandmother’s to surf the net and catch up on entertainment
news. She was addicted to tabloids. After she was all caught up on
what Beyonce was doing, she decided to Google Rudy…just to see
what would come up.

What
came up was an application for a marriage license for Rudy Sinclair
and Natasha McCann. Christine stared at it in shock and then shook
her head, looking up the picture matching the social security number
listed. It was Rudy alright…
her
Rudy. The one who had fucked the hell out of her the night before he
left town and assured her that he would miss her and wished he didn’t
have to leave.
That
Rudy…

There was nobody she
could tell; nobody she could whine to or complain to. She was
supposed to be over him; everyone assumed she was over him.

She had gone over to
Max’s place with her grandmother the next day. He always had
the good alcohol and had no objection to her sampling it as long as
her grandmother didn’t mind. Martha had been fine with her
drinking alcohol as soon as she turned 21 so that was no longer an
issue. As soon as Martha let them into the apartment she headed
straight for the library that had the most well stocked bar. The
living room bar was okay but the good stuff was in Max’s
private library stash. She picked up a bottle which said ‘Legacy
by Angostura’ which looked like a likely candidate to get her
drunk really fast. Plus it was rum, which she liked unlike most other
types of alcohol. She sat down in Max’s chair and poured
herself a glass.

The
rum was a lot more potent than she’d imagined. She’d only
finished one glass before she started to feel woozy. When Max found
her there, she’d had three glasses and was an angry drunk.

“
Christine!”
he had exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were in here.”

Christine glared at
him. “S’all your fault,” she mumbled.

“
What?”
he asked.

“
S’your
fault. You did this to me,” she complained, eyes drooping as
she studied Max. He was a tall dude, really tall; maybe six two. And
people considered him to be good looking…it wasn’t just
the money even. There was his dark hair and his dark eyes and his
inherent
Frenchiness
that
just made him seem elegant all the time, even when his tie was askew
and his shirt was untucked like now. Plus he carried himself like a
stalking panther, all loping grace and power. Those wide shoulders of
his looked like they could take the weight of the world on them.

“
You’re
drunk,” he said pointing out the obvious.

“
No
shit,” she replied managing to sound sarcastic even though she
was slurring her words pretty bad.

“
What’s
wrong? You never get drunk,” he said.

“
How
would you know?” she jeered at him.

“
I
know you,” he countered which sounded like utter bullshit to
her.

“
If
you know me so well then what am I thinking right at this moment?”
she asked.

Max
stared at her for a long while. “I don’t know that
anything you’re thinking would be good for you in any way so I
suggest that
instead
I help you to one of the guest rooms so you can get some sleep,”
he said.

“
What?
You’re not going to call my gra? Let her know what a bad girl
I’m being?” she asked.

“
No,
I’m not calling your grandmother because she doesn’t need
this shit. She works really hard to provide for you and she doesn’t
need to be worrying about where your head is right now. So you’re
going to sleep it off, whatever it is and tomorrow you go home and
you make better decisions.”

It was Christine’s
turn to study him for a long while. “You know,” she
declared.

“
I
know,” he said.

“
How?”
she asked.

Max smiled. “You
recovered too fast. You were too in love with him to be over him so
completely the way you were pretending to be. And lately you’ve
been happier again…glowing like you had a secret. Today that
glow is gone, so I’m guessing you found the marriage license.”

“
You
are pretty scary you know that?” she said cheeks flaming in
embarrassment at being caught so completely.

“
I
know. It’s a gift,” he said with a smile. He came forward
and wrapped his hand around her arm, pulling her out of his chair
like that. She went along only because she didn’t have enough
coordination to resist him effectively. He took her to the guest room
opposite his room, stripped her to her panties and tucked her into
bed. She was just too drunk to be embarrassed.

The next morning he
woke her with coffee, bacon, sausage and scrambled eggs in bed. He
didn’t talk about the night before or about the fact that he’d
seen her almost naked. Still, she couldn’t get it out of her
head. As he gathered the tray to return to the kitchen, she stopped
his moving away with a hand on his arm.

“
Why
didn’t you take me up on that offer last night?” she
asked.

He sat back down on the
bed. “I wasn’t about to take advantage of my
housekeeper’s granddaughter when she was drunk.”

“
So
if I wasn’t your housekeeper’s granddaughter you
would
have taken advantage of me?” she teased.

Max shrugged. “I
might have considered it…if we weren’t in my house and
you didn’t know where I live,” he said with a smile.

“
Wow,
sleazy much?” she said unimpressed.

“
Hey,
don’t hate the player, hate the game,” Max said.

Christine laughed.
“That is so two thousand and late.”

“
Poetic,”
Max replied with a smile.

“
So,
I’m sober this morning. You wanna?” she said.

“
Wow
Chris, you are just soo romantic,” he said.

“
This
isn’t romance. This is a revenge fuck against my bastard of an
ex fiancé who played with my heart, stomped on it, and set it
on fire,” she said.

“
He
won’t even know,” he protested.

“
We
could make a sex tape,” she offered.

It was Max’s turn
to laugh, “No thanks.”

“
No
thanks to the sex tape or…?” she persisted.

“
You
really want to?” he asked.

“
Yes
I really do,” she replied.

“
Really,
why?” he asked.

“
Because
I need a reboot. Rudy was my first, my only. I need to know that
there is life after Rudy Sinclair. And I know you have the experience
to show me that.”

“
I’m
flattered.”

“
Will
you do it?”

“
Your
grandmother can never know,” he warned.

“
Goes
without saying.”

“
Okay
then. You’re not going to make me take you to dinner first?”

“
Nope.
None o’ that shit. This is strictly a hit it and quit it
situation.”

“
Every
man’s dream.”

“
Exactly.”

*****

To Christine’s
surprise, Max did not jump her on the spot. He simply took her tray
to the kitchen and then came back to her room, taking his place on
the side of her bed again. They talked about work; they both had
backgrounds in engineering so they were able to get technical about
their shared interests. Christine found that she was getting more and
more relaxed and before she realized it, Max had slung his arm around
her shoulder and she was leaning into him.

“
I’m
so miserable,” she said after a brief lull in the conversation.

“
I’ll
make it better,” he said kissing her forehead. His hand was
softly caressing her arm. His other arm reached out to cup her chin
and pull it up so he could rest his lips on hers. He began to bite
along her jaw gently as she sat still and let him have his way with
her. His other hand continued to caress her arm and her lips fell
open, waiting for him to get to them. Of their own volition, her eyes
slipped closed and her heart sped up.

“
Tell
me what you want,” Max murmured against her skin.

“
I
want you to fuck me,” Christine said succinctly. This caused
Max to huff a laugh against her skin setting off tiny shivers to
shimmer all over her skin.

“
Do
that again,” she whispered. Max leaned closer and thrust his
tongue in her ear. This time she couldn’t hold back a scream in
addition to her shivers. It could have been due to the cold wetness
of his tongue or the sensations it was eliciting in her ear. She
hooked her naked leg over his and his hand came down to run slowly
down her thigh and then back up. His tongue traced the lines of her
face before inserting itself into her mouth and proceeding to taste
her. Christine leaned her whole body toward him, asking mutely for
his touch.

It
was the signal he was waiting for apparently because in the blink of
an eye, Christine was lying flat on the bed and Max was pressing down
on top of her, sucking frantically at her neck. She lifted her arms
tentatively and wrapped them around his neck, with her legs going
around his waist almost in a mirrored gesture. Her pink panties were
wet and Max’s finger, rubbing gently along her gluteal cleft
all the way around to her vaginal opening was not helping. The rub of
the pink cotton against her skin seemed to add an extra dimension to
the sensations shooting through her and she wriggled her behind,
trying to get him to
do something
.
He moaned softly into her neck and thrust forward; the hard bulge in
his pajama pants rubbing against her already sensitized skin and
driving her up the wall.