Accidental Surrogate For The Billionaire

Prologue

Ten years ago, the air in the operating room grew tense as he barked, "Call it." His tone sent a shiver up her spine, his fury contorting his features. This was not good, she thought, not good at all. Zephyr Mitchell was one of the reasons she had chosen Summit View for her residency. The other reason lay on the operating table, fighting for their life. Summit View was renowned, the pinnacle of medical programs, and she had fought tooth and nail to be here, all for the sake of spending more time with the person she loved. Grief clouded her mind, but she was determined not to live with regrets. She couldn't bear losing either of them, not when they were the only family she had left.

"We could try the paddles at 300. It might give us a pulse," she suggested, her voice trembling.

The attending physician scowled at her naive suggestion. Did she even care at this point? No, apparently neither did he, as he turned his back to address the others in her class who watched from the gallery above, witnessing the wreckage of her career.

Pointing to the intercom, he signaled for someone to press the speaker and announce the time of death. Panic gripped her. She was in deep trouble, possibly facing termination from the residency program. But if they survived, it would all be worth it. What was the point of being a doctor if she couldn't save lives?

"Time of death, 11:05 pm," an intern declared from the gallery.

"Stop!" she cried desperately, begging anyone to listen. Beyond hysteria now, she refused to accept defeat. "We have to try the paddles again. There's still a chance!"

But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Ignored, she pushed past Zephyr Mitchell, the weight of the situation overwhelming her. Determined, she began CPR on the patient, her exhaustion forgotten. She pressed her small, delicate hands onto the chest cavity, administering puffs of air from the BVM bag. When nothing changed, she reached for the paddles.

Suddenly, strong hands seized her wrist, lifting her off the ground and away from the patient. She struggled against the hold until she was physically removed from the room.

In that moment, all fight left her, and she became aware of the scrutinizing gazes fixed upon her. The hands that had held her so tightly now recoiled as if she were a flame. Dark spots danced in her vision, the weight of it all becoming too much to bear. She bent down, placing her head between her knees, and took slow, deep breaths. Breaking down in front of these people would be suicidal.

It was over. She had failed, and the consequences would be severe. She should have never listened to Otto and his taunts about running a code. She had fallen right into his trap. Stacy and Emma had warned her about him. He was a master manipulator, they had said, with looks and charms that could deceive anyone. As she lifted her head, she realized that the intern who had announced the time of death was none other than Otto Simmons. A cruel smirk played on his lips, the same lips she had foolishly desired since starting the program.

How could she have been so blind?

"Excuse me," she managed to say, maneuvering her way around the eight other people in the operating room. Her voice cracked, a whirlwind of emotions leaving her gasping for air. Bile rose in her throat. Hastily, she removed the blood-stained gloves from her trembling hands, tears streaming down her face. In a near panic, she fled the room, desperate to escape the suffocating weight of her failure.

Chapter 1

Finnian paused, lifting his head from the curve of Amy's neck. He studied her face, dark brown eyes closed and marred by a frown. A wave of confusion washed over him. Why on earth was she frowning? His mind couldn't comprehend it, not when he was so deeply immersed in their intimate act.

He knew he was skilled at this, having had years of experience satisfying women. So why did Amy's expression tell a different story? He stared at her quizzically, his skeptical brows arched as she moaned aloud.

"Oh God, Finnian, I'm coming, baby."

Seconds ticked by as Finnian watched Amy continue to move against him, seeking the pleasure she claimed to have reached. But something didn't add up. He felt no tell-tale clenching of her muscles around him, no confirmation of her orgasm. It dawned on him then that she was faking it.

A mix of disbelief and frustration coursed through him. He was balls deep inside her, giving his all, and yet she dared to pretend. The audacity was infuriating. He considered pulling out and showing her the door for wasting his time. He didn't need this kind of deception, especially not tonight.

Did she honestly believe he couldn't tell the difference between a real orgasm and a fake one? No wonder he treated women abhorrently. They played these mind games, just like Amy was doing now.

It was an unusual situation for Finnian. Normally, women begged for his attention, and they always left satisfied. Amy, however, thought she was clever, but he saw right through her charade. She was just another gold-digging bitch, flirting with him throughout the evening at the charity function, even though her husband, Marius Goodwin, was present.

The charity event was for a cause close to Finnian's heart, one his late wife had been passionate about. That's why he made an appearance, despite his usual aversion to these gatherings filled with sharks ready to pounce with business propositions.

But this time was different. Marius and Amy Goodwin had monopolized his time, even though her husband should have been her sole focus. Amy's teasing seemed like a game they played, with Marius pretending not to notice.

Twenty minutes into the evening, Marius excused himself to use the restroom. Sensing an opportunity, Amy wasted no time in sliding next to Finnian, catching his arm and pressing it against her breast. She boldly asked if she could visit his hotel room upstairs. It was flattering, of course, to have a beautiful woman like Amy want him. But Finnian knew better than to get involved with a married woman, having learned that lesson the hard way before.

Gently, he removed his hand from her body and distanced himself, explaining that he didn't sleep with married women, no matter how tempting the offer. As he saw Marius's return and the silent exchange between husband and wife, he realized they had been playing him all along.

Amy flirted, and Marius acted like the perfect host, overseeing the charity event. But Finnian saw through their act. They were using seduction as a strategy, trying to lure him into merging companies with Marius. It was a desperate move, which only intrigued Finnian further. Desperation often revealed shady business practices.

Negotiations had been ongoing for weeks, but now Finnian was considering pulling out of the deal. His private investigator had uncovered troubling information about Marius's previous mergers, all of which had ended poorly. The seduction by Amy was a desperate attempt to salvage the merger. And it seemed Marius had a spy within Finnian's camp, someone feeding them information on his misgivings.

Finnian would have to investigate further and take action against the Goodwins. He couldn't let them get away with this betrayal. A wicked smile crept onto his face as he contemplated the ways to punish them. They had underestimated him, assuming that his actions were dictated by his desires. How absurd. Finnian knew better than to let his dick do the thinking in business matters.

But maybe, just maybe, he should reconsider. After all, they had piqued his interest. Amy stood before him, wearing a stunning green sequined dress that accentuated her curves and fake breasts. Perhaps there was more to gain from this situation than he initially thought.

Oh, the Goodwins had no idea what they had unleashed. Finnian's eyes twinkled with mischief as he considered the possibilities. Retribution was necessary, and he was more than willing to deliver it.As Marius extended a glass of champagne, Finnian politely declined, excusing himself and making his way to his room. His mission was accomplished, having exposed Marius Goodwin's deceitful nature, an unexpected bonus.

Navigating through the formal ballroom and into the hotel lobby, Finnian heard the distinct sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of dark brown hair and emerald sequins swaying in his peripheral vision. A smile played on his lips as he headed towards the suite of elevators, pressing the up button.

Stepping into the elevator, Finnian paid no mind to the other occupants blocking his view of the woman in the sequined dress. He may have been a bit of an ass, but free pleasures were not something he turned down. Besides, she had her husband's blessing, so who was he to refuse? As a comedian once quipped, dick was free, but pussy always came with its own terms. Negotiable terms, of course. And here was free pussy, a temptation he couldn't resist.

Upon reaching his room, Finnian felt slender fingers wrap around his forearms. Fortunately, he recognized her touch before grabbing her and pushing her against the door.

"I knew I could persuade you to change your mind," she purred, her lips inviting his attention as he trailed kisses down her neck. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she indulged in the pleasure of his nibbles. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

"Enough with the talk. This is what you came for," he barked, leading her into the room. Eagerly, he tore open her designer dress, revealing equally expensive lingerie that she desperately tried to conceal. From his expert guess, it appeared to be Victoria's Secret, his personal favorite. A seductive, nude, strappy lace ensemble that left little to the imagination. Perhaps he was predictable, but here he was, exactly where Amy and Marius wanted him. Losing all sense of reason by succumbing to the desires of a potential business partner's spouse.

Yet, as he barely entered her, she shrieked as if they had been at it for hours, which they hadn't.

Perhaps he should advise her to tone down the fake moans. It was deflating his enthusiasm and grating on his nerves. But he reasoned that if she wanted to deny herself an orgasm, who was he to intervene? He would revel in his own climax, deriving pleasure from sticking it to Marius. His therapist often accused him of lacking control, being impulsive, and failing to think through his actions. This situation was a prime example. Here he was, deep inside the wife of a potential partner.

What had become of the man who loved Nicolette? Where had he disappeared to? What happened to the man she once admired, rather than the dick she encountered all those years ago?

Despite his attempts to muster enthusiasm, Finnian knew he was quickly reaching a point of no return. Getting back at Marius wasn't worth the trouble. Then again, he was desperately horny.

With tenderness, he explored Amy's earlobe while his hands caressed her ample breasts.

They were like holding melons, heavy and unmoving, unlike regular breasts that possessed a natural jiggle. They remained firm and proud, observing his every move.

As much as he desired to ravish her, the entire situation was becoming off-putting. He never realized he was one of those men who preferred women with naturally endowed breasts, regardless of size. It made him feel as though they were secure in themselves.

Suddenly, he halted. There was one way to avoid being judged by a pair of breasts.

"On your hands and knees," he commanded.

When Amy failed to respond to his directive promptly enough, he swiftly flipped her onto her stomach, placing a pillow beneath her. Without warning, he thrust back inside her inviting warmth.

True to form, another fake moan reverberated through the spacious hotel room. Finnian rolled his eyes. Not that again.

It was akin to hell, engaging in sex with a woman who feigned orgasms at will. Sure, he enjoyed it in pornographic films because they were actors. But this wasn't some adult movie he was watching.

It killed the mood. Something he never anticipated.

Fucking Marius Goodwin and his mood-killing wife. She may have brought him to climax with her mouth just moments ago, but he was a greedy son of a bitch.

Perhaps he should let Thomas, the head of marketing at his New York office, enjoy Amy's talents. It might help him loosen up. Setting aside her fake orgasms, she was undeniably skilled in the art of oral pleasure.

However, she had overstayed her welcome. He had had enough, and she could return to her husband, informing him that her attempt to seduce the famous playboy Finnian Carmichael had failed. The charade was over.

Without hesitation, Finnian withdrew from Amy's body.

Amy spun around, about to question what had transpired, only to be met with a scowl on his face.

"I'm afraid it's time for you to leave," he replied, discarding the condom he wore and disposing of it in the nearby trash. His desire had evaporated.

"Why? I thought we were having fun," she pleaded, her voice taking on a childlike quality that grated on his nerves even more than her fake orgasms.

"Because I don't engage in intercourse with unwilling women," he scoffed, stepping away from the bed. He walked towards the armchair in the corner, retrieving his robe to shield his nakedness from her gaze.

"Come on, Gab, that's not fair. I was the one who pursued you. If I wasn't willing, why would I do that, baby?" she begged earnestly. Finnian smirked.

She sounded as desperate as her husband. Their finances must be dire if she was willing to sell herself for the sake of their business. The question remained: why? Why would she sleep with someone to secure a merger?

Something was amiss.

His lawyer needed to comb through the merger agreement documents once more, scrutinizing every detail. There had to be something he missed."You've got some nerve," he retorted, a bemused expression playing across his face. "Nice try, but you've got five minutes to get dressed and get the hell out, before I have security throw you out, naked."

Startled, she quickly stood from the bed. Finnian had already moved to the far corner of the bedroom after his cold dismissal. She dressed in record time, holding the torn dress that the asshole had destroyed when he ripped it to shreds. With one hand clutching the tattered dress and the other holding her shoes, she made her way to the door. But then she stopped. Whirling around, she walked right up to his face. She needed to give this asshole a piece of her mind first.

"Fuck you," she screamed, her anger fueling her five-six frame. "You egotistical asshole. You think you have everything, but you won't for much longer!"

He sneered, unimpressed by her outburst. "What big words. Did Marius tell you what to say when you came up with this game plan, or are you improvising? I don't think daddy would appreciate you going off script, kitten."

She gasped, her hand trembling slightly as she clutched the tattered dress to her chest. He had hit a nerve, and he knew it. She paled, attempting to offer an excuse, but he silenced her with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Next time, don't fake an orgasm. It's fucked up and it tips the other person off that you're using them for nefarious purposes. Hell, even I know that," he sneered.

Finnian turned his back on her, dismissing her presence. But then he remembered that he forgot to send Marius the message that he wasn't interested in whatever messed up shit he was involved in.

"Oh, Amy, one more thing," he called after her. "Let Marius know the deal is off. I don't do deals with shady businessmen who prostitute their wives for money."

"You can't do this! My husband had nothing to do with this, I was the one who tried to seduce you. Please! Reconsider," she pleaded, her high-pitched voice rearing its ugly head.

"Really? What happened to me losing everything a minute ago? Maybe if you weren't such a sorry excuse of a fuck, you might have convinced me to merge charities with Marius. And yes, I can do this. Sorry, sweetheart, but I just did," Finnian finished, his triumphant smirk fading as Amy quickly turned angry and made her way to the door.

"You will regret this, I promise you," she replied before slamming the door behind her.

Finnian wondered if he should take her threats seriously. He had never ended a merger like this before, through the spouse of a potential business partner. Lost in thought, he was jolted back to reality by the ringing of the hotel phone. Quickly regaining his rigid and controlled persona, he placed the receiver to his ear.

"Finnian."

"Hey, Michael, what's up?" he greeted, attempting to sound casual.

"Why do you sound so weird?" Michael asked, clearly annoyed.

"What do you mean?" Finnian replied, feigning innocence.

"You know exactly what I mean, Finnian Carmichael. What have you done now?" Michael's voice dripped with irritation.

"Nothing per se," Finnian retorted, skepticism lacing his voice. Then he remembered that he was the boss, not the employee. But it was always hard to be firm with Michael, who was practically a surrogate parent.

"You need to remember, you work for me, not the other way around," Finnian growled.

"Don't test me, Finnian. Now spill," Michael warned. Finnian tried not to squirm under the pressure. Someone was clearly testy today. He should be the one in a foul mood, considering he was still reeling from not getting off, well, for a second time.

He hesitated whether to tell Michael what he had done. On one hand, he had made a good business decision by breaking the merger, but he had been an ass in the way he handled everything. He knew he was stalling.

"You need to get the private investigator to dig a little deeper into Marius Goodwin and his wife, especially their finances," Finnian finally revealed. He cringed when met with silence.

"Tell me you didn't sleep with Marius Goodwin's wife and now you're looking for leverage so he goes through with the merger," Michael said, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"Well, if you want to be technical, I didn't sleep with her. We had sex, which was terrible if you want to know," Finnian confessed.

"I don't want to know that shit. Good God, Finnian, what the hell? This makes us look like we are dealing in bad faith," Michael exclaimed.

"No, it doesn't. Not when they set the entire thing up so I would go through with the merger," Finnian explained.

"What do you mean?" Michael asked, clearly puzzled.

"It doesn't matter. We can go over it when I see you again. But you called for something," Finnian pressed.

"Yeah, sit down cause you will not like this one bit; it makes the Goodwin fiasco look like child's play," Michael warned. Finnian braced himself as the silence lingered, jumping to the obvious conclusion.

"Did something happen to my parents? Was there an accident or something?" Finnian blurted out, his mind automatically assuming the worst. The accident ten years ago had programmed him to expect bad things happening in his life, whether he wanted it or not.

Michael's reply brought Finnian back from the past and into the reason for his call. "No, nothing so severe. Your parents and brother are okay. Michael is back in the States visiting with them," he reassured.

Relieved, Finnian pressed on. "Then for the love of God, what happened? Spit it out, Michael. Just tell me," he pleaded, unable to contain himself any longer.

"Do you remember a clinic called 'Bundles of Joy'? It's in Boston," Michael asked.

"Vaguely. Refresh my memory. What does it have to do with me?" Finnian inquired, struggling to recall the details.

"It's a fertility clinic," Michael revealed.

"Yes, I remember the clinic. What happened?" Finnian pressed, growing more anxious.

"They implanted your sperm into someone by accident," Michael dropped the bombshell.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Finnian exclaimed.

Chapter 2

Ava Jackson had been informed that her aspirations of starting a family were in jeopardy. That's the impression she got from the information she had received.

Five months ago, the insemination had supposedly been successful. At least, that's what she was led to believe. However, she was still waiting for confirmation. The blonde airhead behind the glass counter at the Bundles of Joy clinic refused to give her any definite answers.

When she pressed the simpleton in the fluorescent pink mini skirt and matching tank top and cardigan to elaborate on the situation, all she would say was, "The doctor will be right with you." That was nearly two hours ago, and Ava sat in the waiting room, a mix of anger and frustration bubbling inside her.

She decided to take in her surroundings for the first time since arriving at the clinic in the upper part of Boston. This was the place where people came to either make money by donating their sperm or fulfill their dreams of having a child, just like herself.

Ava noticed two other women in the room. Perhaps they were also struggling to get answers about their own situations. Maybe if they banded together, they could pressure the clueless receptionist into giving them the information they needed to move forward.

There was something about the clinic that unsettled her, even as a seasoned doctor. Maybe it was the entire white color scheme that screamed mental hospital. She half-expected to see patients being wheeled in wearing straight-jackets while orderlies hovered nearby.

The whitewashed walls were adorned with pictures of donors, showcasing a range of physical features. Tall, thin, blue eyes, green eyes, blond hair—the possibilities seemed endless. They all smiled down at her, taunting her with the knowledge that they held something she desperately wanted. A family. It was a dream she had cherished since childhood.

"Mrs. Jackson," the bimbo in the pink outfit called out.

"It's doctor, actually," Ava corrected her, annoyance evident in her tone.

"Excuse me?" The dimwit pretended not to have heard the correction. She emerged from behind the reception counter and motioned for Ava to follow her down the corridor.

"I am not married, but I am a practicing General Surgeon," Ava clarified once again. The clueless woman smiled and furrowed her brows as if to say she couldn't care less, then turned to reply without looking back.

"The doctor will see you now. Zephyr Jackson. Please follow me."

Led into Dr. Zephyr Thomas Young's small yet well-organized office, Ava took note of the tranquil atmosphere. It was a stark contrast to the bleak waiting area that seemed to drain her spirits with each visit. Isaac Young's office was an oasis within Bundles of Joy.

The walls were adorned with a modern color scheme, featuring various shades of purple, pink, blue, and even mint green. It almost felt like these were the exact colors she would choose for the baby's nursery, especially the mint green.

The office appeared much larger than it had on her first visit over six months ago. She had grown familiar with the attractive forty-five-year-old doctor, who defied his age with his youthful physique. Dark brown hair peppered with gray at the temples was the only reminder of his true age. But if his body was impressive, it paled in comparison to his piercing sea-green eyes that seemed to see straight through her floral dress.

His intense gaze made her aware of a secondary heat coursing through her five-and-a-half-month pregnant body, causing her cheeks to flush and her nipples to harden.

Damn hormones. They had become her constant companion, causing her breasts to finally grow bigger—something she had eagerly awaited since junior high. But along with the physical changes, the hormones kept her in a perpetual state of arousal, which was both exhilarating and exhausting.

"Isaac Jackson," the doctor's voice broke through her fascination with his captivating physique.

"I'm sorry, Zephyr Young. I've been preoccupied with the baby. It consumes my thoughts these days," Ava quickly replied, regaining control over her wandering mind.

"It's understandable, but you have nothing to apologize for, Isaac Jackson. In fact, I should be the one apologizing to you. There has been a mix-up with the embryo I implanted.""What do you mean there was a mix-up? You assured me that everything went smoothly and there were no complications with the procedure," Ava's voice quivered with a mix of anger and despair.

Dr. Thomas Young sighed, realizing the weight of his mistake. "And there were none. However, the serial number on the vial that held the embryo we implanted... traced back to a sample we stored ten years ago for another client. The numbers were so closely related that no one noticed when one of our staff accidentally switched it."

He paused, giving Ava a moment to process the disturbing news. He had respected her throughout the difficult journey of trying to conceive, and now he had to tell her it was all a terrible accident. It was a damn shame, he thought bitterly.

Sensing that this was just the beginning of a complicated ordeal, Ava looked at the doctor's face, bracing herself for what was to come. "I assume that was the good news?" she asked, her stare piercing and determined.

"You're right, I'm sorry Ava. That was the good news," Dr. Young replied, using her name informally. Ava couldn't help but wish that it was some ditzy nurse delivering the bad news, rather than this handsome man feeling sorry for her.

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Ava left the doctor's office feeling numb, shaky, and scared. It was the same feeling families must have while waiting in the hospital for news of their loved ones, devastated and helpless.

As a doctor herself, Thomas Young had been brutally honest about the complications with the sperm donor. He advised her to hire a lawyer, as the donor could either claim his paternal rights or seek a court order for the abortion of her babies. Given her advanced pregnancy, it was more likely that he would claim his rights.

The doctor had warned her to be cautious, emphasizing that with such a high-risk pregnancy, adding stress to her body was not an option. Ava needed to take better care of herself and her children.

Children. Ava was suddenly responsible for three lives, a fact she struggled to fully comprehend. Over the past five months, two ultrasounds had only detected one heartbeat each time. Little did she know, two babies had been hiding protectively behind their sibling. The news was disconcerting, to say the least.

Isaac Young had warned Ava that her body couldn't handle any more testing, medication, or implantation. With her thirtieth birthday approaching, becoming pregnant carried even greater risks. When she asked about the donor's intentions, Dr. Young explained that it was a complicated process and he couldn't disclose the history of another donor without permission, citing doctor-patient confidentiality.

Anticipating her objections, Dr. Young continued. He had contacted the lawyer listed in the patient's file, Mr. Armstrong. He explained the situation and asked him to reach out to his client. There was no guarantee when or if the donor would meet with Ava to resolve the situation, but Dr. Young urged her to remain hopeful. As if hope could ease her fears.

At just five months pregnant, Ava's stomach already resembled a beach ball. She knew that within her body lay something precious, something worth fighting for. Placing a gentle hand on her belly, she made a promise that no one would take her babies without a fight, even if it meant draining her bank account and sacrificing her time. She hoped that whoever the donor was, they could come to some kind of agreement, or he would face the fight of his life.

Pausing for a moment, Ava fumbled for her keys to her new minivan, feeling more tired than she had in a long time. She couldn't bear to dwell on the possibility that the father of her children might want them aborted or taken away from her. Who in their right mind donates their sperm and then has a change of heart? It was simply absurd.

Her grip on the keys tightened painfully as tears threatened to escape. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she took a deep breath, desperately trying to hold back the flood until she reached the safety of her home. Then, and only then, would she allow herself to break down.

It had been a smart move to trade in her Honda Accord for something more suitable for her new family, she reflected with a bittersweet smile.Ava, a surgical doctor with dreams of balancing her career and motherhood, found herself facing an unexpected challenge. She had prepared herself for one child, but fate had gifted her with triplets. Overwhelmed by the thought of managing her professional life alongside the responsibilities of raising three children alone, she couldn't help but question why everything in her life had to be so complicated and messy.

She had foolishly believed that marriage would change David's stance on having children, only to find herself trapped in a loveless union, receiving monthly alimony payments as her sole gain. Now, with children but without a husband, Ava felt yet another layer of complexity added to her already burdened existence. When would things finally fall into place for her? Hadn't she suffered enough? How much more could she endure before breaking? All she had ever wanted was to be a Zephyr, to have a family of her own. Would she ever find true happiness?

Exhaustion washed over Ava as she arrived at her house, situated on the other side of town. Unbeknownst to her, a stranger leaned against a sleek black Mercedes Benz parked opposite her home. Fatigue clouded her senses, causing her to miss the man's approach. Surprisingly, she didn't feel fear or an urge to flee. Instead, she stood rooted to the spot, as if her feet and body understood something her mind hadn't yet grasped. The stranger seemed familiar, though she couldn't quite place his face. As he spoke, she furrowed her brow and looked up, hoping for clarity.

"Hi," he greeted, pausing in front of her. His face, devastatingly handsome yet hardened with a frown, searched hers with piercing cobalt blue eyes. Ava couldn't fathom what he sought, but it appeared he had found it. His gaze then wandered down to her midsection, a blatant perusal that sent tingles coursing through her body.

His voice, rough and laced with sensuality, stirred an ache within her. Ava gasped with excitement, though she tried to feign indifference in the face of his intensity.

His ebony curls framed his face, flowing unusually long and gathering at the nape of his neck. He resembled a modern-day Nordic God, the epitome of male beauty. She couldn't help but notice his imperfect nose, as if it had been broken multiple times. Strangely, this flaw only enhanced his allure.

Yet, it was his eyes that captivated her the most, promising a tempestuous storm. Their intensity ensnared her, sending shivers down her spine.

His stance conveyed a burdened strength, exuding raw masculinity and power. It clung to him like a second skin, somehow transferring to her own body, leaving her acutely aware of his presence.

The sensation was both exhilarating and unsettling, rendering her vulnerable to this handsome stranger.

"Hi," he repeated, holding her gaze as Ava mustered the strength to return his greeting.

"Hi, but I'm not interested in whatever you're selling. Perhaps Mrs. Collins next door would welcome your visit. She tends to buy from door-to-door salesmen," she quipped, turning towards her front door in search of safety. Emotionally unstable as she already was, she couldn't afford to complicate her life further with this enigmatic man who sparked electric currents between them.

"Are you Ava Jackson?" the stranger with the most enticing mouth asked, closing the distance until their lips were mere inches apart. Ava turned quickly, almost colliding with him, and he instinctively reached out to steady her, grasping her shoulders to prevent her from stumbling.

As his towering six-foot-six frame loomed over her petite five-foot-five figure, Ava couldn't help but yearn for his lips on hers. It felt as if he could read her mind, bending at the knees in a moment that made her wonder if he was about to kiss her.

She gasped, feeling the warmth of his breath on her face, and momentarily swaying with pleasure. Her senses awakened, and desire stirred between her thighs.

"Yes, I am Ava Jackson. And you are..." she began, her voice trailing off as blackness enveloped her vision and her body went limp, like a puppet with its strings cut. She never heard the stranger curse, nor did she feel the strong, masculine arms that caught her and cradled her fragile form.

Chapter 3

Finnian was at a loss for what to expect. Ever since Michael had filled him in on the situation and the private detective had provided all the information on Ava Jackson, Finnian knew he had to meet her. It was safe to say he was still reeling from it all, which perhaps explained his irrational state of mind.

The moment he laid eyes on the stunning blonde, he felt an inexplicable urge to shield her, to claim her as his own. What the hell was happening to him? Apart from this one incident, he couldn't recall ever feeling so out of his depth when it came to women.

The plan was to have their respective attorneys present so they could make arrangements regarding the babies. He wasn't heartless enough to consider abortion. Besides, it was already too late for that. The DNA test still needed to be done, but that would have to wait as it could harm the babies at this stage. So, he was advised to use the vial as a means of confirming whether or not his sperm had been used, rather than someone else's.

In short, everything was a mess. He was tempted to sue the clinic to high heaven. He had assumed they had disposed of his samples long ago. After all, Emi had died before they even had the chance to use it.

Holding onto sperm for ten years seemed excessive. It's not like he possessed some sort of magical super-sperm. Then again, Ms. Jackson had managed to get pregnant with triplets in one go, so maybe there was something extraordinary about his sperm after all.

Finnian should have made damn sure they were destroyed, then none of this would be happening. A sinking feeling gripped his chest, though he couldn't decide if it was a sense of relief or a pang of longing for what might have been.

Michael had told him to be patient, to wait until everything was sorted before approaching Ms. Jackson. But patience had never been one of Finnian's strong suits.

In fact, he was more than eager to meet this woman. There was something about her that felt familiar, something he yearned to explore. It was scary, but true. She was an enigma to him, a mystery that he fully intended to unravel.

The pictures the private detective had taken didn't do her justice. Finnian thanked his lucky stars that he had cleared his schedule and canceled most of his business meetings for the rest of the week, just so he could meet Ms. Jackson.

He had only been there for four hours when he noticed the house was empty. He was about to leave when he spotted her car pulling into the driveway.

As he watched her cautiously approach the front door, Finnian found himself speechless for the first time in his life. There was an indescribable tightness in his chest, not to mention the semi-erection straining against his jeans.

His cock twitched. Several times, he discreetly adjusted his impressive bulge, careful not to scare Ava Jackson off. He couldn't remember ever feeling such a powerful attraction towards a woman. And to make matters worse, she was carrying his children.

This was uncharted territory for Finnian. It had been different with his late wife because she had been his world, and he had loved her deeply for a long time. But he hadn't known she was pregnant until the end. They had been trying for months when they discovered Nicolette had an ovulation disorder that made it difficult for her to conceive. Their chances of having children were dependent on the few times she ovulated. Hence, their decision to seek help from Bundles of Joy. Oh, how well that had turned out.

Ava was a stranger. Not his wife. This entire situation should anger him, not arouse him. At least not to the extent that it felt like fireworks were going off inside him.

Finnian's erection throbbed, a constant reminder of his awareness of Ava's petite frame nestled against him. His therapist would have a field day with his sorry ass. She often complained about his emotional unavailability.

What the hell would she think if she knew about Ava? Or the fact that he hadn't even slept with her or had a proper conversation, yet already felt a possessiveness towards her? What was wrong with him?

Just the thought of it made him groan. It was a shame his blonde pixie was fast asleep and snuggled in his arms, otherwise she would have seen how tightly his jeans clung to his crotch, his manhood practically threatening to burst out of his briefs.

There was an undeniable connection between them. Finnian couldn't afford to let himself fall for her, not after what happened with Nicolette- not after her death.

Too many women had tried to seduce him and get pregnant in order to extort money from him. But no matter what they attempted or how much greed he saw in their eyes, he refused to be gullible or stupid. Besides, his vasectomy made it impossible.

Ten years ago, in the midst of his grief, he had made the hasty decision to have a vasectomy after losing his family. He vowed to never have children again.

As he held Ava in his arms, he saw vulnerability etched on her face, along with exhaustion. This pregnancy was clearly taking its toll on her. She looked fragile and undernourished. He would make sure she took better care of herself, a protective instinct rising within him without permission.In a flurry, he swung the door open and gently settled her onto a worn-out yellow floral couch. Glancing around the room, he couldn't help but question if he had made a mistake. Surely, a general surgeon would have a more prosperous lifestyle, with better furniture and accommodations.

He knew two doctors who resided in the complex he owned, and they were always decked out in designer labels, driving flashy convertibles.

However, Ava Jackson seemed to have weathered hard times as a constant companion. The mismatched furniture scattered across the room made him frown. A tattered red lazy-boy armchair, its leather long since faded, occupied a corner opposite the sleek plasma TV and console - the only luxurious pieces in the room. To his left stood an empty bar, adorned with garish yellow and green patterned bar stools.

Finnian couldn't help but muse that Ava must have salvaged these items from the trash. The stark contrast between the worn-out and the new made him feel disoriented. He stumbled unsteadily until he found support, gripping the back of the yellow couch where Ava lay undisturbed.

Perhaps he should wake her or put her to bed. The mere thought of putting Ava to bed sent a surge of desire through him.

An image of her beneath him, her tight hotness enveloping his thick cock, raced through his mind. He knew she would be tight; she was petite compared to him. The thought alone had stirred a semi-erection moments ago, but now it was gone. His hard cock was ready for action, and the idea of a cold shower beckoned him. What would happen if she were awake?

Finnian realized he was in deep trouble. Taking a deep breath, he scolded himself for lacking self-control. He wouldn't let lust override his common sense.

Before she woke up, he needed a plan. Something that would give him an advantage and allow him to control the outcome of their predicament. His pacing became more aggressive as the shrewd businessman within him replaced the overprotective father. Maybe, just maybe, he could have some fun and satisfy his lust before finding out if she carried his children.

But then what? He asked himself. What would he do to ensure he could keep his children - the only ones he could ever have? Anything!

Everything! Consequences and repercussions be damned. He needed to know for certain.

Only then could he determine what game Ava Jackson was playing and what her ultimate goal was. If she intended to take him for all he was worth, she was in for a rude awakening.

Finnian knew exhaustion clouded his judgment, and any rational decision should wait until he was thinking clearly.

He desperately needed at least ten uninterrupted hours of sleep, but he knew it was an impossible dream. Helplessly, he ran a hand through his unkempt hair and surveyed the room. A sigh escaped him, unintentionally revealing his frustration. He needed a bed, a cold shower, anything to distract his mind from Ava.

A shave would be a welcome distraction. Darkening stubble on his jaw reminded him that he hadn't shaved in two days. No wonder she had fainted. A small smile tugged at his lips.

Upon closer examination of the small, second-hand yet tidy house, he was surprised to find a king-size bed. Without hesitation, he returned to where Ava lay, gathering her in his arms and carrying her to the bed.

Without thinking twice, he swiftly undressed both of them, leaving her in a seductive black lace bra and matching panties that took his breath away. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and chest, making him regret his decision to forgo the cold shower. After two minutes of self-disgust, he tried to reason with himself why seducing a pregnant, sleeping woman was a bad idea. Shaking his head, he retrieved a big Boston University t-shirt from a corner hamper.

He scolded himself for his cowardice as he removed her bra and covered her ample bosom with the t-shirt. They were the perfect size for his large hands. Finnian closed his eyes, picturing himself indulging in them, pulling and stretching. He groaned, berating himself for losing control. He ran a billion-dollar corporation and had a controlling interest in multiple businesses; surely, he could handle seeing magnificent breasts.

Finally, after taking a few deep breaths, he regained control over his emotions and his body. He let the t-shirt fall over Ava's swollen belly, leaving her in just her panties. His breathing became erratic again as he reminded himself to calm down and think clearly. The implications of his desires hit him, and he cursed under his breath, throwing himself face down onto the welcoming firmness of the bed. He made sure to position himself far away from Ava and her irresistibly beautiful, perfect breasts that he longed to taste.

Chapter 4

Ava couldn't believe her eyes. Was she still dreaming? In the center of her bedroom stood a man, completely nude, with piercing cobalt blue eyes fixed on her. Her initial reaction was to scream, but then she realized this had to be a figment of her imagination. She couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of her subconscious conjuring up such a seductive man. She might as well enjoy it, because once she woke up, the harsh realities of her life would come crashing back, along with all the complications she found herself entangled in. Besides, with all the hormones coursing through her body, this dream felt like an answer to a secret prayer. Not that she had asked for it, but she wasn't about to question this unexpected gift.

His face remained cloaked in shadows, but his physique was bare-chested and sculpted, with forearms that flexed with each movement. It stirred something within her, igniting a fire that burned closer to the surface. He had the build of a swimmer, broad on top, tapered waist, lean hips, and impossibly long legs. Nothing concealed the impressive appendage jutting against his chiseled abs, swaying in the air. It was truly a sight to behold. Both its girth and length were worthy of admiration. His manhood was a masterpiece.

Ava lay motionless on her king-size bed, captivated by the vision before her. The bed was adorned with black silk sheets and an array of plush pillows against her back. Silk? This had to be a dream. She could barely afford a silk scarf, let alone luxurious sheets and pillows. Ha, she was one step away from living in a shelter due to her ex-husband's financial deception during their divorce. What an asshole.

The weight shifting on the bed caught her attention, causing her to tilt her head and fixate on the naked stranger as he drew closer. A soft moan escaped her lips as he straddled her waist, anticipating the pressure of his body to steal her breath away. Surprisingly, there was none. He supported himself with his forearms, ensuring not to burden her.

Tingling sensations raced up her spine as his light fingertips danced across her skin. For a moment, shock kept her paralyzed. Why did his touch emit such heat? Was it a spark of lightning playing tricks on her senses? She pushed aside these thoughts, desperately trying to focus on the overwhelming sensations enveloping her.

Why couldn't all her dreams feel this exquisite, exhilarating, and everlasting? The intensity was overpowering, turning her body into an overheated engine on the brink of explosion. As the fire rapidly spread from her breasts to her core, a tortured moan erupted from deep within her. Then she felt it—the silkiness of wetness tugging at her breast, fingers teasing the delicate folds of her womanhood. What on earth was happening? Was this real or merely a product of her lonely imagination?

But why did it matter? Since her ex-husband left two years ago, there had been no men, no pleasure, except for the occasional rendezvous with her trusty vibrator. Human contact was a distant memory, replaced by an overwhelming sense of loneliness. Despite her friends' efforts to coax her out, she always felt out of place, making excuses about work or being unable to join their Friday night escapades. David had left her feeling insignificant, unattractive, and his infidelity had only reinforced the belief that their failed marriage was her fault. He made it seem like she was sleeping around with her colleagues due to her late nights at the office, and even the judge bought into his lies, awarding him alimony.

Her dreams were the one thing David hadn't tainted with his deceit, and for that, Ava was grateful.

The vividness of her dreams provided a sense of contentment and love she had been missing for far too long. Just once, she wished her reality could be different—less complicated, like her dreams. In her dreams, she was fearless, unapologetic, and seductive. She willingly surrendered herself to pleasure. It was a small price to pay for feeling loved and secure. So, she pleaded and begged to the faceless, naked man before her.

"Please," she cried out, "please, I am yours." And to prove her surrender, she thrust her hips upward.

The heat of his breath caressed her neck, sending tingles cascading through her body, breaking through the fog of her dreamlike state. Despite her desperate attempts to retreat back into the dream, the lips that trailed fiery kisses along her neck and breasts were too intense. His scent, masculine and spicy, denied her any chance of escape.

Ava opened her eyes, greeted by a pair of steamy cobalt blue eyes, ablaze with midnight fire and desire. His teeth clenched, muscles taut, a vein on his forehead threatening to burst if he lost control. Sweat trickled down his brow, glistening against their entwined bodies.

Her gaze followed the droplets as they cascaded down his abs, leading straight to his hairless erection. It matched the one she had envisioned in her dream—thick, long, and breathtaking. The bulbous head glistened with pre-cum. She gasped, realizing that the once shrouded faceless stranger was now revealed. A square jaw, chiseled cheekbones adorned with dark stubble that matched his hair—a mane of luscious curls that framed his neck, reminiscent of a certain fictional McDreamy.

Note: After reviewing the initial rewrite, I have made further adjustments to enhance originality and refine the language use.Her fingers tingled with the urge to grasp a handful of his thick locks. His lips, full and inviting, called out to her.

Oh my, this man was as real as the climax that had been chasing her for the past five minutes. Hysterical laughter threatened to burst forth. He wasn't just a figment of her imagination. A normal woman would have probably screamed and fled in panic, running for the hills and maybe even calling the police. Who in the world wakes up from a steamy dream only to find the man of their dreams actually in their bed, ready to rock their world with his impressive tool?

Ava closed her eyes again, desperately trying to conjure a sense of safety rather than the overwhelming urge to run away from this messed up situation. She knew giving in was the last thing she should do, and her instincts warned her it would be a terrible mistake. But her body pleaded for release.

He may be a stranger. This might be the most impulsive or foolish thing she had ever done. But she was tired of being in control all the time. It had been so long since she had felt desire for another man.

Tomorrow, she might regret this, but tonight, she would allow herself to surrender to the pleasure coursing through her.

Damn, what was she about to do? It was too risky; she needed to put a stop to this. It was completely out of character for her to do something so reckless. She tried to move away from him, but he firmly held her hands in his large, calloused palm, raising them above her head in a submissive gesture. His other hand caressed her breast, teasing the sensitive peak into hardness with his thumb and forefinger. Ava gasped as her back arched off the bed, feeling an intense sensation at that one point.

Finnian observed as Ava's nipples stood tall and proud, turning a rosy hue that seemed to illuminate her entire body, making her porcelain skin glow. It was undoubtedly the most breathtaking sight he had ever witnessed.

Shivers raced down her body, leaving her whimpering and tossing her head from side to side, lifting her hips in a silent plea for release. Brushing against his already throbbing erection only made it harder.

He groaned and took her tight bud into his mouth, pulling and tugging at it, slipping it into the warm, wet crevice. Sucking gently, he rolled his tongue and swirled around the peak while his other hand tightened its grip beneath her full breast, almost to the point of pain. It exceeded his wildest expectations. Damn, she tasted like strawberries, like pure sin and ecstasy.

Ava's responses were driving him to the edge. He tried to tease her with pleasure, holding back her release whenever she was on the brink of climax. Finnian was fooling himself – his cock was harder than steel, ready to take her.

This woman was wreaking havoc on his mind and emotions. It had been years since he felt this off-kilter. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying. Ava could be the reason Finnian lost his heart once again, and he despised that more than anything. It meant he would rather die than endure another heartbreak.

Finnian used his powerful thighs to part Ava's legs, spreading them wider and giving him an unobstructed view. Her pink, swollen lips beckoned him, whispering for a taste, just one kiss. His throat went dry, and he licked his lips, knowing one taste would never be enough. He couldn't resist it. Releasing her hands, he moved down the bed, kneeling in front of her, studying her for a moment. Then, sliding his hands under her firm, tight ass, he lifted her up slightly for better access. Placing one of her legs over his shoulder, he inhaled deeply as his head made its way to her dripping, wet core. Ava took a sharp breath when she felt his lips press a gentle kiss against her sensitive clit. She moaned. It was pure heaven. Finnian's tongue traced a slow path from the tip of her clit down to her slick opening. He licked and lapped at her, devouring every ounce of pleasure she had to offer. Ava arched her back, gripping the bedsheet with one hand and tangling her fingers in his glorious hair with the other, holding on for dear life as her body writhed with pleasure. Her breaths came in heavy pants as she felt her orgasm approaching. Damn, this man knew exactly how to please a woman.

Thrashing uncontrollably, she begged him to go faster. Finnian realized she was on the brink of climax and abruptly stopped, her juices glistening on his tongue. He wanted to feel that orgasm around his cock, not just on his tongue, even though she tasted like honey and cinnamon – his new favorite combination.

He stared at her, lost in the throes of passion. Her hair sprawled across the pillow, her leg draped over his shoulder. God, she was stunning, and the fact that she was carrying his child felt surreal. He wanted her to be his. Maybe it was too soon to feel so protective of Ava Jackson after only knowing her for a few hours, but his emotions were unruly. He dipped his head once more, nipping at her clit. Ava jerked at the mix of pain and pleasure that shot through her.Finnian couldn't tear his gaze away from her, captivated by the piercing blue of her eyes. In that moment, a rush of emotions shattered the walls he had carefully built over time.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, feeling the weight of those raw emotions in her sad eyes. They lay beneath a fiery veil of passion and desire, a dangerous combination that made him hesitate. It tugged at his wounded heart, reminding him of past pain that was still healing. Time may have been said to heal all wounds, but it hadn't protected him from the fear of love.

Ava's eyes were like Pandora's box, longing for love that Finnian wasn't sure he could give anymore. He saw it, clear as day, the potential for her to be his downfall. And he couldn't allow that. Bad things always found him when he least expected it. If anything were to happen to her, it would be the end of him. He couldn't risk loving her, couldn't put his heart on the line again.

With a sense of resolve, Finnian felt a small portion of his heart turn into armor.

Gently setting Ava's hips back down on the bed, Finnian kissed his way up her body. As he spread her legs with his thighs, he positioned himself above her, his arms bearing his weight. Looking down at their connection, his cock teasing her entrance, he heard her pleading voice. "Please," she begged, her eyes locked on his. "Please, I want you inside me."

In a single, powerful thrust, he entered her tightness, never breaking eye contact. Pleasure clouded her sky-blue eyes as he moved within her.

Oh, it felt incredible. Ava had never felt so full before, her insides stretching to accommodate Finnian's thickness. Despite the looming emotional roller coaster, she wanted to be closer to him, to experience everything he had to offer. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her warmth. Finnian slowed his pace, savoring the heat and tightness that enveloped him.

Fuck, he knew it. He knew she would feel amazing.

This pussy felt unbelievably good. It was tight, wet, and squeezing him in all the right ways. Finnian hadn't experienced something this intense in a long time, and it was glorious.

A hoarse growl escaped Finnian's lips as Ava's body shivered, her orgasm washing over her. Her muscles clenched around him, milking him for all he was worth, and a scream of pleasure escaped her lips. He paused his movements, marveling at the sight of her losing control, giving in to her climax. Feeling her muscles contract around him was pure bliss. A satisfied smile played on his lips until he noticed her anger. She tried to pull away, moving her legs from his hips, but Finnian wasn't done yet. He tightened his hold on her waist.

"Not so fast, it's my turn," he said, deliberately being an asshole to distance himself from the emotions threatening to consume him.

He captured her hands in his own, groaning as their lips met, silencing her protests. The kiss ignited their passion, setting the stage for their lovemaking. It was powerful, sexual, and absolutely glorious. Finnian nibbled and bit at the corner of her mouth, his fingers stroking her clit, driving her to another climax as he thrust into her tight, wet heat.

Shifting slightly, Finnian released her hands and knelt steadily. He lifted her waist gently off the bed, placing a pillow underneath her before sliding back inside her. He went deeper this time, increasing his pace as he moved faster and harder. Ava's anger faded away as she cried out in pleasure.

"Oh God, fuck, don't stop. Please, never stop," she pleaded, her voice hoarse with desire.

Could one die from sheer pleasure? Ava wasn't sure, but she had never experienced something this intense before. Her screams of pleasure left her voiceless. After her fourth mind-blowing orgasm, Finnian buried his face in the curve of her neck and roared as his own climax washed over him. His body shivered with intensity.

Spent, he tenderly rested his head on the pillow beside her, trying to catch his breath. His forearms still bore most of his weight. After a few minutes, he shifted to lie beside her, and as if on instinct, Ava brushed stray hair from his forehead. Slowly, exhaustion took over, and her eyes closed.

Whoa, Finnian thought, what was that? He lifted his head, a sense of realization washing over him. It felt amazing to have Ava's hands on him. When she had stopped, he had worried that she was already regretting their encounter.

With relief flooding through him, he saw the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She wasn't regretting it, at least not yet. She was asleep. Tucking her against his front, his arms wrapped around her waist protectively, almost possessively. Soon, he too drifted off to sleep, finding solace in her touch.

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