ONE MONTH EARLIER
Jasper's POV
The suite door slid open, and Julian, my best friend and personal assistant, stepped inside.
"Boss….. the hospital called to say that your sperm has been successfully stored in their database. All you need to do is to get the surrogate ready."
I glanced up at him from the laptop. A small, satisfactory smile spread across my lips at how well and fast my plans are moving. And in no time, I will get everything sorted out.
I have erectile dysfunctional which means inability to achieve or maintain an erection. I have been treating it for years, but then, there has been no improvement so far.
"Sure…. the moment we touched down Las Vegas, I will talk to Delilah about it. I'm going to propose to her and get married to her before the child is born. That way, grandfather would have no reason to doubt me."
"Smart plan, boss." Then he hesitated before adding, "But then Delilah….. do you think she would make a good wife or mother? What about we use a surrogate instead."
I knew what he meant by that. Delilah has never been a good woman. She gambles, smoke, drink, and clubs every single day, but then she would do. We've been dating for a year now. I wouldn't call it exactly that, though, since we don't do things most couples do, but at least everyone knew we were together.
"I understand what you mean, Julian, but we can worry about that later. And moreover, the devil I already know is better than the angel I don't. I don't want some random woman to carry my child."
"Sure," he said, nodding slowly.
I glanced up at him, pressing my lips together. He wasn't convinced still. Him and Delilah never get along.
The room fell into hush silent before he spoke again. "We are ready to leave, boss."
"Can you stop with the boss," I snapped. "You're my best friend since college, and you really don't have to sound all respectful with me."
"Hmm." He smiled mischievously. He grabbed my box and a few things before turning away.
"I will think about that," he said, walking out. Then, when he reached the door, he turned back and said in a loud voice, "BOSS."
Anger surged through me. I grabbed some paperwork on the table and threw them at him. "Asshole," I growled.
"Boss," he repeated in a mocking tone with an expression that would want to make one strangle him. Then the door slid shut.
"Jerk," I whispered, pressing my fingers to my aching forehead.
I have been working so hard, going from one business trip to another for the past one month, but then my traditional grandfather wouldn't see all that. Instead, he's hellbent on me having a wife and child before I can bcome the chairman of Harrington's Holdings. Or else, my cunning stepbrother would take everything that belongs to me.
I stood up, shut down the laptop, put it in my suitcase, and grabbed other important documents and files. I grabbed my suit jacket and slipped it on. I made my way out of the suites and got into the elevator to the rooftop.
The private jet engine hums deeply, rising in pitch. Julian was waiting by the step. I walked towards it and climbed the stairs inside, with him following behind me.
I settled at my usual seat behind the pilot seat.
"Mr Harrington," the pilot greeted.
I flashed him a tired smile in response.
"Julian…. Get a ring and flowers ready." I leaned in the chair, hoping to catch some sleep.
The jet rose from the runway, and within moments, we were soaring through the sky
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Las Vegas.
I grabbed the bouquet of flowers and the Winston Blue diamond ring on the seat. I adjusted my tie and slid out of the car.
I walked towards the Delilah mansion. I pressed the doorbell.
No one answered, but I tried the door handle and found it unlocked. It was unlike Delilah to be careless and leave the door open. Pushing the door open quietly, I stepped into the living room, and the sight before me was unbelievable.
I froze at the spot.
On the floor, clothes and underwear were scattered everywhere. Am I dreaming or something? I stepped closer, picking up a pink lacy pants that must have belonged to her.
I scoffed at the absurdity of the thought swirling inside me. She was having an affair. I wasn't surprised, though. Given that we've never had sex, I kinda of suspected that she would definitely be doing that to ease her libido.
Quietly, I made my way upstairs to her bedroom. At the hallway, I heard low, muffled moans and the sound of low whispers. I stepped closer, reaching for the doorknob and twisting it open slowly.
The sight before me almost made me stumble backwards.
Delilah was on the bed, naked on her knees in front of some weird looking guy that looked like a man whore and then another guy was behind her.
She was sucking on his cock, hungrily like a slut picked up from the street and his hands gripping her hair as he thrusted deeper into her mouth, head thrown back in pleasure. While the other guy was thrusting into her from behind, his hands gripping her breasts.
She was having an affair with not just one guy. But two.
No... I can't take this.
"Take all of my cum," the first guy growled. "Choke on it, slut."
Anger surged through me as I kicked the door and stepped into the room.
The guys jumped off from her like they have been electrocuted. Delilah looked up at me. She wasn't guilty. She didn't even flinch.
The guys who were trembling, leapt out of the room, avoiding the gaze.
"Where the hell are you guys going?" Delilah roared, jumping out of the bed. Her hands reached out to grab one of the guys. "I paid a fortune for you guys…. And you are just going to leave without finishing your job…."
The guys didn't answer her. They just left.
I couldn't believe my ears. She paid them to fuck her?
She stood steps away from me and ran her hand through her hair. "Who the hell did you think you're to barge in like this?" she spat through gritted teeth. "I was about to cum. You'd better come and make it up to me. Since you can't use your cock, you should come and use your fingers, or tongue." She laid on the bed, her thighs spread apart.
"You must be crazy," I said and threw the flowers away. "I don't want to see you ever again."
Then she stood up as if just noticing the flower and ring in my hand. "You wanted to propose?" She let out a mocking laugh. "You think I will marry someone who can't fuck me well. Stop dreaming, Jasper."
I clenched my fists, her words hurt more than I cared to admit. "Of course, I know better than to want something serious with a whore like you."
With that, I turned and walked out of the room.
"Jasper…. we can still get married," she called after me. "Just pretend you never saw any of this…."
I yanked my tie away, reached for my phone and dialed Julian. He picked up immediately.
"Get that surrogate you mentioned earlier."