The Billionaire's Surrogate's Secret

Trinity

Rodri's POV

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A series of knocks filtered into my ears from the door to my office as I reclined my back on the executive chair. My eyes were shut as I was trying to relax for a moment.

The interruption grated at my nerves as I had told my secretary that I needed rest so no one should come in until I had said otherwise. I wondered why she was still knocking on the door, against my orders. It had better be for a good reason.

"Come in." I said calmly, with my eyes still shut.

I heard the door open, followed by the familiar clicking of my secretary’s heels on the glass floor. Her foot steps moved across the office till she came to a meek stop by my desk.

"Mr. Darnell, Sir?” Gina called, warily.

I let out a low groan of irritation. Then I slowly opened my eyes and sat upright staring straight at her. With a flat voice, I called her back. “Gina.”

She tentatively answered, “Yes, boss?” Her fingers twisted around each other nervously. She should know I hate to be interrupted when I’m observing my quiet time.

“Are you sick of your job?” I deadpanned, keeping my dead stare on her.

Gina averted her gaze in sudden panic, preferring to stare at the ground instead of at me. She shifted slightly, “S-sir, there’s someone—"

"Rodri..” I heard a familiar womanly voice call my name from the entrance to my office, and I turned toward the door.

I palmed my hand on my head in exasperation when I saw who had just walked in. Trinity Stallone. An “acquaintance” and f**k buddy of mine. I definitely was not expecting her.

"Trinity.” I said in a low, displeased tone. “I don’t f*****g remember inviting you here. What in the world are you doing here?" I questioned her.

Her long, shiny bronze colored hair swayed as she stepped forward in her nude heels. Every curve and outline of her slim body was accentuated in the beige dress she had on. "Rodri," She said, pouting her blood red lips at me, while batting her dark eyelashes at the same time. “Are you not happy to see me?”

I did not even hide the roll of my eyes at her antics.

"You should know well enough that I hate seeing people who aren't related to work in my office.” I said. “What exactly are you doing here?"

"I was on my way to work and I thought I should see you.” Her eyes grew flirty as she raked her amber eyes down my body. She added, blushing lightly. “Especially after what happened last night."

I frowned.

"You left without me seeing you off, and we didn’t even get to spend enough time together, so I thought I should come over and check up on you.” She continued, unabashedly.

I stared at her for a split moment. Then I cleared my throat and turned to look at my secretary. She was still meekly standing there with her gaze on the floor. "Gina. You can leave."

"Yes, Sir.” She responded and moved towards the door.

Immediately Gina quietly shut the door behind her, I turned to Trinity who was already sitting comfortably on the chair opposite me. "Cut the bullshit about you wanting to ‘check up on me’. What is it that you want?'' I asked her.

I knew she was not just here to check up on me.

She smiled, tapping her chin softly like she was pretending to think. “Hm. What do I want, you asked?” She looked back at me. Then answered, “I want you and your heart."

"Ah.” I chuckled softly at her flirty response. Then I fixed her with a stare. “You have to be joking.”

“I am not joking, Rodri.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. She had a serious expression on her face, which irritated me all of a sudden.

I spoke up, “Trinity, you damn well know what you want is not possible. I have told you that countless times, and you already know this. So I’ll ask you again. What do you want?"

“Rodri…” She called my name coquettishly. Her amber eyes were suddenly flooded with a needy light. I could hear her pulling her heels off her feet under the desk, and I wondered what the hell she was up to. I did not have to wonder for long, because she softly bit her lip, letting me know exactly what she wanted.

"Trinity." I said, closing my eyes briefly.

"Yes?"

"We can not do this here." I told her, shaking my head.

She only smirked teasingly and raised her feet. Then under the desk, she placed both of them right on my crotch. I took in a sudden breath. She was rubbing her feet on my c**k, and I could feel my member harden at every stroke under the trouser fabric.

Fuck, I was suddenly aroused as hell. And all I wanted to do in this moment was to bend her over the table, raise her dress up and have my way with her. But I should not give in to my lust right now. Not here. She was trying to make me succumb to her wishes, but that was never going to happen.

I mustered all the strength in me and grabbed her ankles under the desk, gently pulling her feet away from my bulge.

"This should not repeat itself. I like your company but that does not give you the freedom to barge in here at any time and do whatever you want." I said firmly to her, but it seemed like whatever I was saying was not even reaching her.

She got up from the chair, walked over to the door, and turned the knob clockwise to lock it. She turned around and pressed her back against the locked door, curving her lips into a mischievous smile.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked her, furiously.