JillI froze like a Christmas tree and gawked as Jace rested his head on my shoulder. What was going on? Was this man crazy?  "Thank you." He broke the weird silence between us. "Thank you so much." As he held my waist, and as there was barely an inch between us, my heart raced like I was about to be murdered. How could he seriously be hugging me? And also, why was he thanking me? "M-mr. Flores?" I gripped in fear. "Is there something wrong? W-why are you so close to me?"  He flinched as he held me, and gasped like he realized something, opening his eyes widely like a drunk man who suddenly became sober.  "Miss Grayson." He called in almost a whisper. "I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry." That was it. This man was a confused person, and was causing a confusion for me as well.  I lifted a brow at him,

Jace "Hey Brittany, get all those files and take the rest of the day off." I announced to my secretary as I smiled hard, and stood up to get some books on my shelf.  She remained in her posture, and acted like she was shocked by my statement. "S-sir. Are you sure of what you're saying?" Her tone was shaky.  I twirled my neck to face her as she stood by my office door, and corked an eyebrow at her. "You heard me right? What else?"  She gauged an anxious laughter. "Of course sir. I heard you. I mean, this is only two o'clock, and you want me to take the day off. You still have a lot of things to do." I chuckled at my young secretary and tucked my hands in my suit trouser pocket, walking to stand in front of her. I smiled at her unsteadiness as she stood, and lifted one of my hands to pat her shoulder.  "What's the problem? C

Staring confoundedly at him, the next thing I could think of was to burst into laughter. I seriously hadn't heard of such before. I was literally not the first surrogate on Earth. Why was I being treated like a child then? "Oh Mr Jace. Or whatever you call your name." I stopped laughing, and stretched my hand to poke his chest, causing him to flinch a little. "You're one crazy human. Swears." "Pardon?" He frowned a little.  On seeing his eyebrows curving into that disgusting scowl of his, I got infuriated even more. How dare he get annoyed at me? Was he crazy? "Hey." My tone was almost in a shout, but I tried as much as possible to speak silently because of my sick mom. "Are you getting annoyed at me? Who are you? Do I even know your shit self? You want me to stay with you? What do you think will happen? You wanna try to…" I interrogated immensely, sounding so irritated. But before I coul

Shanice "Here you go babe." I handed a tray of cookies to Beth, and sauntered to get a fashion magazine from my kitchen's counter.  She dropped her phone on the side table, and smiled at me. "Thanks girl." "You're welcome." After grabbing the magazine she requested, I walked to sit in the space beside her on the sofa in my small living room. "Here it is." I dropped the magazine on her lap. "Hmmm," She stuffed her mouth with some of my homemade chocolate cookies. "This magazine is superb. I like the cover already. Where did you get it from?" "Err," I grimaced at her, trying to recall where I had bought the magazine. "Not sure." I informed her.  She rolled her eyes like she always did, and dropped the magazine on the table. "Why do you always forget things Shanice? Is your brain in your skull or in your butt?" She

I bit hard against my lower lip as my head seemed like it was going to explode, due to my irk state. My cold and shaky fingers rolled into a keen fist and begged me to hit it against someone's face. The silent air that left my nose suddenly developed into heavy pants. Tugging my tightened fingers close to the pocket of my jacket, I snorted.  "Jace!" A cry unknowingly spilled from my mouth as I turned to my husband. "What is this inane thing doing here? How can she be here?!" My throat bit that out at the top of my voice.  He sighed and looked scared as I had expected. "I know you might not like this, but I need you to cooperate with me in this. She's…" "Enough!" I cut him in, raising my index finger to point it at his face. "What level are you taking this to? Did you bring her here to comfort you in the month that I've been gone? What are you trying to do, you git?!" My words made him look scared, and wo