Mysterious CEO's Last Surrogate

Chapter Thirty - Nine

At Governor Maxwell's House

Jasmine was baffled. She had dialled Loney's number and sent countless messages. The calls went to

voicemail and her text messages were never delivered. Despite Loney's warning, she still couldn't stay

away. If she could just hear his voice, she would be fine. It was a weekend and she didn't know his

house, so she would have paid him a surprise visit.

She did a few checks through her father's contacts and realized that Loney had been checking in and

out of hotels but all the hotels he previously checked in had no record of him since the previous day.

Her heart tightened in her chest as she lay on her bed staring into space. She heard a knock on her

door. It must be one of the maids coming to clean her room. She hasn't stepped out since she woke up.

"Come in," she yelled in agitation. Her father had gone on a trip and she had refused to join Barbie,

Linsay and Jane on the shopping spree. All she wanted was Loney. She didn't care about money. She

already had enough of it. She stared at the necklace he gave her. It wasn't an everyday kind of

necklace. It was too sophisticated, so she couldn't wear it now.

"Your boyfriend is here to see you," the maid bowed her head and said. Jasmine's eyes popped like

balloons. She lifted herself abruptly from the bed, removed her night things and put on a casual but

attractive dress, short and seductive. Perhaps, Loney has begun missing her as well. Her heart

fluttered at the thought, she left her room, descended the stairs only to be met with awe.

Tyron was seated on the cream luxury sofa in the living room. Her heart ached with dismay, the light in

her eyes dimmed, her face drained of colour, her blood pressure rising. Anger surged through her. "Oh,

it's you." She tried to control her rage, as disappointment shot through her voice.

"Do you hate me that much?" Tyron's voice was surprisingly gentle and calm, as he stood from the sofa

and ambled towards her. He was casually dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. His dark brown hair combed to

the side, his hazel eyes saddened. He couldn't comprehend that Jasmine will detest him this much.

They used to be love birds but she never let him into their house. Tyron could guess the only reason

the security and maids let him in was the fact that he introduced himself as her boyfriend. Most

probably, they mistook him for Loney.

"No, I don't hate you but we broke up. My boyfriend would not be happy seeing you here," her voice

was calm but her eyes spoke dismissal. She didn't want to see him. Tyron was saddened.

"What did I do to you, Jasmine? You woke up one day and called it to quit. You never loved me did

you?" His voice broke as he spoke. He brought another girl to her party to make her jealous and try to

work things out but was disappointed when Loney showed up.

He tried to prove that he was best for her just for Loney to cause him so much embarrassment but

none of it mattered because it wasn't enough to wash the love he felt for her.

"Look, it was fun while it lasted okay? The only man I love is Loney," Jasmine crossed her hands over

her chest indifferently.

Tyron's eyes darkened. He tried to touch Jasmine by the shoulder but missed it when she took a step

back, avoiding the contact. Tyron swallowed, "but he doesn't love you." Jasmine turned white to Tyron's

words but she tried to hide it. "Who said so? He loves me."

Tyron saw through her quick defensiveness and said, "I'm a man Jasmine and I know it when a man

loves a woman. If he loved you, he would have been the first to arrive at your birthday party."

"He is just busy. He is an engineer and a CEO at that. There is so much on his shoulders, unlike you,"

she indifferently said. She already knew that Loney didn't love her but she intended to make him.

"So what stopped him from waiting till the party was over or taking you with him when he was leaving?

If he loved you, you wouldn't have been the one to kiss him. Even when he tried to fake a kiss, he

couldn't and plastered it on your cheek," Tyron deciphered. However, Jasmine was too stubborn to give

up. "You misunderstand him. Every man is different," she defended.

"Yes but love is the same everywhere, it only communicates in one language, which is care. Ever since

the party, he hasn't tried to see you again. Right now, his phone is switched off. Come on, Jasmine,

don't you think you deserve better?" Tyron asked carefully, his eyes trained on her. His voice was

masculine but gentle. Jasmine's face contoured into a frown. She didn't think that anyone would detect

there wasn't a connection but Tyron did.

Embarrassment assaulted her because most men chased after her therefore, she couldn't understand

her reason for doing the chasing when it came to Loney.

"How did you know?" Her voice didn't carry anger. It rather carried remorse.

"Because I love you. Therefore I concern myself with everything about you. I never gave up and I don't

intend to," Tyron said, as he stepped closer to her. He didn't touch her but Jasmine was a bit

uncomfortable with the closeness. She took a step back and said, "but I still love him."

Tyron wasn't offended. He placed his hand gently on her shoulder. This time, she didn't shove it away.

Instead, she soaked in the warmth, as Tyron continued to speak. "The way you feel about him is the

same way I feel about you. The most painful thing in life is loving someone who doesn't love you back."

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A smirk appeared in the corner of Loney's lips as he said, "that sounds like you are in love with me."

His voice was so deep and alluring, her pleasure spikes awoke but she blushed in embarrassment at

her own confession. She turned to examine Loney's expression just as lips swallowed hers hungrily.

Loney felt warmth in his heart, tasting the sweetness of her lips. His heart, mind and body were

connected for the first time. Most times, the reason for this was a baby but today, he didn't think about

what he wanted or needed. It was intimate and passionate but his brain cells were active. He recalled

the state in which he saw Danica in the hospital. Reluctantly, he pulled away.

Danica didn't hide her confusion and disappointment. Loney noticed and turned her around to face him.

He leaned his back on the wall, seated on the artificial carpet grass. Danica was still sitting on his lap,

facing him this time, her legs spread apart, wrapped around his back. Her white thighs were exposed

as the dress lifted to her hips.

"You know that you are still recovering after the last time," Loney reminded her. Danica's face sunk. "I

don't mean to say that you are weak but as long as we haven't realized exactly what the problem is, I

don't intend to take advantage of you," Loney said gently and thoughtfully.

Danica should be happy right? But she wasn't. She was rather saddened and couldn't help but feel that

Loney thought her to be too fragile. Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes and before she

could blink them back, they fell. Loney was disheartened. What did he say wrong? He cared too much

to hurt her.

"Why are you crying? What did I do?" He pressed her to his chest, caressing her hair. Danica cried

more, Loney was helpless. "What do you want, Danica? Right now, I will do anything to stop those

tears," he said, wiping her tears with soft kisses.

Danica's heart leapt at his words but she couldn't stop the tears. However, she felt too shy or perhaps,

ashamed to make her demands. Yet, in a small teary voice, she said. "A promise is a promise. Today is

the last. I don't want you to hold back."

Loney understood that she was referring to their last intimate session. He wanted to let her know that

today will only be the last if the test showed she was pregnant. Even with that, whether or not she

accepted him, he had no intention of letting her go.

He knew that she loved him but she wasn't ready to commit. However, he was determined to win her

over completely. He remained quiet, even as the words were forced to come out of him. Instead, he

stood up and held her up.

Danica was so ashamed at her words, she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself. Loney hadn't said

anything after that, which appalled her. How did he perceive her? Did she cross the line? They went

back to the elevator and Loney pressed a button. It went up and they got to a door. When he opened it,

it didn't lead to the garage as they had come from. Danica feared. "Where are we?" She asked, a little

shakily.

"We're going to my room," He responded as he opened the door and they were met with lots of clothes.

"Sorry you have to walk on your knees," Loney said as he bent and began trudging. She couldn't

understand but just followed. After escaping the clothes, Loney stood up and pulled her up. "You might

see it as a mansion but it's still a safe house. There are so many exits and entrances."

Everything made sense. The door led to his closet. She could make her way out from there so

naturally, she walked to the bedroom with Loney following closely behind. "About what you said, are

you sure about that? I'm a man with high demands," Loney carefully said, hoping that Danica would

change her mind, even though he wanted her more than she did.

"I mean it," Danica said and turned her back to him. Loney understood that she wanted him to unzip

her dress therefore, the rest of his words stuck in his throat. He didn't unzip her dress immediately.

Rather, he held the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Danica heard the unbuckling sound of a

belt. Her heart thumped.

She recalled the last time this happened. She was so drained she couldn't wake up the next day but

she still wanted it. She wanted him. She was about to turn around when she felt his hand on her back.

Goosebumps cascaded her like waves, as her zip was pulled down.