"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I should be asking you the same thing." I eyed him. He was looking a bit different in his expensive navy blue suit and his black hair that my hands were in last night was brushed backwards. "This is my home." My surprises today could not end already? "I'll ask you again what are you doing here?" He looked more serious now. I understood how this may seem after I slept with him last night and he gave me a check he might think am here for more because he's a billionaire according to the whispers. "Am here for the job interview, am sorry I didn't know it was your home." I don't even know why I apologized but it just felt right to. "It's fine. I knew you didn't know who I was that's why I took you." "And who are you?" I was curious. "That's not important, the job will give you enough money but what about the check I left you?" He didn't understand why am still looking for a job when I had the advantage of getting any amount of money I wanted from him. "Someone bumped into me while I was leaving and spilled water on it, I had to dispose of it because it became useless." "No wonder, but this job is for ladies about twenty-two years. You look twenty." Little did he know that am only eighteen. "Am twenty-three, I lied." "You think you can do it?" "Do what?" I was still ignorant about what the job entails. "Carry a child." "What?" My brows furrowed slightly. "I and my wife need a surrogate to carry our child." "What?" Did he just say he and his wife, I blinked my eyes as I stepped back. He saw the regret in my face and explained. "Don't worry, I and my wife have an agreement for an open relationship. She can be with whoever she wants outside our marriage and I can do the same." I've heard of that kind of arrangement but it still seemed wrong in my head. The way he made me feel last night with the fact he saved me from killing myself, I kind of have feelings for him now. Hearing he's married somehow broke my heart. "Am sorry, I need to go." Without waiting for him to stop me I left through the gigantic entrance door of the luxury mansion. I couldn't even tour the place. On my way out, two ladies walked in and I heard them mention the payment attached to the job, "It's a dream come true for me if I get chosen. Not only will I have a million dollars, but they will still give monthly allowance of thousands of dollars." the lady whispered loudly. My legs stopped on their own and I went back, I pushed my pride to the back of my head and went to look for the stranger. "Hey," I called. I still didn't know his name. "It's Clifford." He gave me a half smile, seeing I returned. "I need the job." I shamelessly asked again. "Can you do it?" Same thing he asked before. "Yes." I tried to sound confident. "I'll convince my wife to pick you among the four." With that said he dismissed me. I went to join the rest of the girls in the waiting room, we waited for an hour before an elegant looking lady walked in. The blond hair was packed up and her slim model figure with long legs made me wonder if she's Clifford's wife, she was beautiful and had a wealthy lady aura. "Mary, Daisy, Vicky." She called and three girls stood up. "And who is Rose?" She looked around and I stood up. Her intimidating eyes trailed over me from my head to my toe, "you don't look twenty three." She said more to herself than to me. "Well, my husband had insisted you be among the girls testing, I can't say no." Other girls whose names were not called left and we were told to follow her to the car that will take us to the hospital. "In case you don't know me, am Prisca Harrison, wife of the youngest CEO in the city, Clifford Harrison." She said with pride, I doubt she knew that I and her husband slept together last night. We got to the hospital and a doctor directed us to separate rooms where the artificial insemination procedure would be done for us. The wife's eggs and the husband's sperm were planted into the uterus of the surrogate. The baby will be the parent's own genetically but the surrogate will carry it for nine months. That's how the doctor explained it. When it was over, we were instructed to return in two weeks for check up to know if any of the IVF was a success. They gave us a thousand dollars each and I took it to the hospital that my mother and sister way admitted in. I was able to pay the bills for my sister's treatment and I visited my mother who was still unconscious. I found a temporary job as a waitress in a small restaurant and two weeks passed without me noticing any signs of pregnancy so I didn't bother attending the check-up. One ordinary day, everything was going as planned until Prisca Harrison walked into the small restaurant. "How dare you." She tried to remain composed but I could see anger burning through her eyes like I'd done something wrong. "Good day, Mrs. Prisca." I acted normal, but I was scared that she might have found out I slept with her husband and she was here for revenge or something. "Your check-up was last weekend and you missed it." She folded her hands on her chest, watching me like I was some low beggar. "Am sorry ma'am, I didn't feel any signs of pregnancy and I thought..." "Shut up and follow me now or I'll tell my driver to drag you out." Her voice was loud and everyone turned to us. I felt embarrassed and knew my manager was going to fire me even if I returned to explain. I dropped everything I was doing to follow her to the hospital. The doctor took me to a private room, did some test and scan. After which the test came back negative."It's been a while, Rose." His smug face came into view."What are you doing here?" I hardened my voice to let him know I was no longer that stupid teenager he met last summer."Good to see you too." He kissed my cheek in a form of greeting and took a seat on the chair beside my kitchen counter without permission. "You look like you were busy." He eyed the dress shirt I was wearing, then I remembered that Mr. Clifford was in my bedroom."Shit," I muttered under my breath. "Molly, give me a second." Clifford was already awake when I entered the room. "You have visitors?" He began putting on his clothes."Kind of." I shrugged and acted normal like I was not freaking out, then I changed out of his shirt and picked a new, loose summer gown to wear.We walked out of my room together, and I awkwardly introduced him to the so-called visitors."Clifford, this is my best friend, Molly," I said. "And Molly, this is my boss."He gave her a nod while Molly just stood there with her jaw on the fl
Clifford took in my lips with so much longing, his desperate hands caressing my body, looking for bare skin. My hands found his hair as I relaxed in his arms, it was so soft and full I wished I could sweep my fingers through it all day and all night.“Where’s your room?” he asked, out of breath.He followed the direction of my eyes, I didn’t even have to say a word. He pulled me up so I could wrap my legs around his torso while we kissed our way inside my bedroom.I’m glad it was arranged, I wouldn’t want Clifford to feel like I’m a messy child.He stopped for a second to look around. I held my breath, waiting for some kind of approval. He dropped me and walked to my small desk by the window. “This is cute.” A small smile crept up on his lips as he carried the photo to take a better look.“That was last year,” I shyly informed him.It was a picture of Molly and me at her custom birthday party last year, where I had to wear a teddy bear suit as my own costume.He looked up at me and t
“You really want me to answer that?” He briefly looked at me, making it seem like I was supposed to know the answer to that. “Am I not good enough?” My heart broke at the idea of thinking he felt I wasn't a good surrogate to carry his child. Maybe a whore was all he thought I was. He sighed. “That’s not why.” He took a turn for the next street, leading to the hospital where my mum had been admitted. “You’re good, Rose, but you’re just eighteen, and my wife thinks you’re twenty-one. Secondly, I won’t be able to have any sexual relationship with you again because we have to stay professional.” I scoffed, not expecting the last part. He was uncomfortable with me being his surrogate because he didn’t want to stop having sex with me? “I can’t believe you’re thinking of sex in this situation.” “What? You’re a saint now?” He parked the car and turned to meet my eyes. “Tell me you won’t miss my hands on you, Rose.” His fingers grazed my bare skin that wasn't covered by my small summer
“She needs rest, let’s not wake her up now.” The doctor adjusted the tubes by my bedside and left. Clifford sat beside my bed and brought out his phone, he looked down at me and I immediately shut my eyes to keep pretending to sleep. I felt his hands move and his knuckles brushed my cheeks. “You’re so beautiful when you’re asleep.” His deep low voice made goosebumps rise under my skin but I forced myself to not react and stay still. I was not ready to face the fact that I was pregnant. My nerves were seeking a way out to react to this big news, but I needed to stay calm and process things. I still did not know if the baby was mine or if the IVF was a success. If the IVF was a success, that would only mean I’ll have to carry his wife’s baby for nine months, and the thought of it made me cringe. He dialed a number on his phone, and when the receiver picked he sighed like he was holding his breath, the way someone about to lie will do. “Hey, babe.” He stood up. “No, am fine
Prisca took out her frustrations on me, blaming me for it all. She said the other girls were negative too and I was her last hope but she believes I removed the child and that's why I didn't come to the hospital for a check-up. Clifford came to the hospital and saw the whole thing play out, he stopped his wife from hitting me or causing any scene in the hospital. When she calmed down she left without saying another word. "Am sorry about that." He apologized for her. I took in a deep breath and sighed, "It's fine." I forced a smile. "Let me take you home." He offered, I wondered why he was being so nice to me. Does he have feelings for me? I would have loved it if he did, but I didn't want to be with a married man, and to top it all, his age may be double mine. "No thanks." I refused his offer. "I insist." He pressed. "Fine." We got into his car and he dropped me off at the other hospital to see my mother. "Can I offer you the blank check again?" "No thanks." I
"What are you doing here?" He asked. "I should be asking you the same thing." I eyed him. He was looking a bit different in his expensive navy blue suit and his black hair that my hands were in last night was brushed backwards. "This is my home." My surprises today could not end already? "I'll ask you again what are you doing here?" He looked more serious now. I understood how this may seem after I slept with him last night and he gave me a check he might think am here for more because he's a billionaire according to the whispers. "Am here for the job interview, am sorry I didn't know it was your home." I don't even know why I apologized but it just felt right to. "It's fine. I knew you didn't know who I was that's why I took you." "And who are you?" I was curious. "That's not important, the job will give you enough money but what about the check I left you?" He didn't understand why am still looking for a job when I had the advantage of getting any amount of money