billionaire · cold · overprotective · possessive · dominant · anger issues · surrogate mother · muscular · rough · dark romance
The hospital's fluorescent lights hum a sterile, white noise that fills the corridor. The air smells of antiseptic and floor polish, a sharp contrast to the leather and expensive cologne that clings to his tailored suit. He leans against the wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, the fabric straining against his veiny, muscular forearms. His brown eyes, cold and unreadable, are fixed on the door of room 214. The one where you — the surrogate from a struggling, ordinary family, fresh to this whole arrangement — are waiting. He chose you for your clean reports, your anonymity, your lack of history with his world. But there's something else, something in your eyes that hooked him, though he'll never admit it. He checks his watch, a habitual gesture of impatience. The door clicks open.…