His Human Surrogate (Monsters Love Curvy Girls #2) - Michele Mills Page 0,43
can see her chest rising and falling. She’s truly upset, rubbing at her eyes and whimpering.
Are you okay? I question. What is wrong?
How can we be friends if you’re so rich and I’m not? What do we have in common, then?
Oh, my Chloe… My heart swells and I say possibly too much: The addition or subtraction of currency in a being’s life does not change who they essentially are. You are not less because you lack currency, and I am not more because I have it. I value you for your ethics, your loyalty and your delightful personality. I am lucky to have you as my friend and my surrogate. And as my lover, my future bound and the mother of Touchstones. But I keep that part to myself, for now.
I see she’s received my message because she’s crying harder, but I think they are tears of joy?
You are my best friend, she admits, second only to Riley. You know that, right?
I know, I answer. Now will you use the vehicle I’ve given you? It helps me, knowing that while I’m away you have acceptable transportation.
I hear a chuckle escape her lips, and then she answers, Yes, I will use it. And wait, how are we able to message so quickly? I thought you said there was always going to be a one diurnal delay?
Oh hell. I think up a lie and I think it up quick: We’ve moved positions and the communication here is easier.
I can hear her sigh of disapproval. I’m not your female. I’m your employee and your friend. Stop confusing me.
She’s right, sometimes it’s difficult for me to keep my boundaries straight. I’m grateful that this situation will not continue for much longer. I think I’d go insane, and so would she. Okay. Goodnight Chloe.
Good night, Berg.
13
Chloe
Five months later…
The good news is that the intense need I have for sex seems to have decreased.
Well, it’s still there, but it’s mainly migrated to my dreams. And holy hell, my middle-of-the-night sex dreams are super intense. Kinky positions, hot touches and a forked tongue. I often wake to find myself wet and swollen, but not with unresolved need. I wake in the throes of a shuddering orgasm, each night, gasping for breath. Then I roll over, sigh, and go right back to sleep. It’s lovely.
And damn my dreams are so intense and solely about Berg. It’s always Berg touching me. The imaginary feel of his claw rubbing my clit. Last night I even imagined that his head was between my thighs and he was licking me to orgasm with that wicked tongue. I swear it’s like I can smell him, still. And I can remember his touch, his voice.
This is both good and bad. I’m much more content and relieved during the day. I even use that vibrator less and less. But I wonder if those intense dreams are a sign of me losing my mind? I have no idea.
Berg is still gone. It’s crazy. It’s been six months and he’s still on this seekret mission on the other side of the planet? We message every single day, but we talk about everything except why he’s away and when he’s coming back. I’ve been living in Berg’s house for so long, remodeling the rooms and working from my shop in the attic, it’s starting to seem like this is where I actually live. I’m so busy I’ve now got Grandma Narvi helping me ship orders to customers. Which scares me a little bit because damn, later it’s going to be even harder to leave. Maybe Grandma Narvi would still be willing to work with me even if I have to move out?
Originally, the doctor at the fertility lab thought I’d carry to term just like a human baby does—for nine months. But it turns out this baby is growing fast, at the same rate as a typical Hyrrokin baby, which is seven months. So at six months pregnant I’m surprised to discover I’m actually very swollen and only one month or so away from giving birth. This is all happening so fast!
And Berg is still not back yet.
I try not to stress about his absence for the baby’s sake. The last thing I need is to make myself sick with worry. I keep up with the remodeling of the house, I work on growing my business—Chloe Chang Restoration—and I hang out with Riley and Berg’s