Chapter 2: Heir

Elijah Theodore Martinez

“Thanks for tonight. You’re quite dull, but I still enjoyed your hole. You can leave now,” I coldly said as I put my boxers on.

Just as I expected, Rachel was no different from the other women Daddy introduced to me. On the very first night, their motives always became obvious. She was rich, no doubt about that, so money wasn’t her goal. But women don’t only chase after money. More often than not, they’re drawn to a man’s physical qualities. Like her—after just one word from me, she willingly stripped off her clothes and wholeheartedly offered herself to me.

“What?” I asked in confusion when I noticed she still hadn’t moved from the bed.

“Do I really need to go now? Can’t I just sleep here with you? My body still feels weak—you drained all my strength after all,” she pleaded pitifully.

I continued getting dressed before facing her without interest. “If you want to stay here, that’s your choice. I’m not staying here, so enjoy,” I said coldly before heading toward my bedroom door. “Oh, I forgot to tell you—my Dad’s room is just next door. If you still feel horny, just knock there,” I added.

But before I could leave, she grabbed my arm, not caring that she was completely naked. “What are you saying, Elijah?” she asked in disbelief.

I straightened myself and faced her again. “What I’m trying to say is—I’M… DONE… WITH… YOU. There, I even said it in slow pace so you’d understand better,” I replied calmly but firmly.

She looked like she’d completely lost her senses after hearing that. “What do you mean? I thought we were okay. Aren’t you agreeing with what our parents want?” she said tearfully.

I wasn’t worried about anyone seeing us like this inside our house. It was already deep into the night, and all the household staff were surely asleep. Even her parents had probably already left. After all, who would stay in their business partner’s house at two in the morning if there wasn’t a party going on?

I let out a dry laugh at what she said. “That’s what you thought. But sad to say, I’m not doing something like that. Because just like you, all I wanted was your body. Nothing more, nothing less,” I said before finally leaving her behind.

I didn’t care how she planned to get home. All that mattered to me was getting out of that house before Dad woke up and caught me.

Just as I expected, before ten in the morning, my phone rang loudly. It would’ve been a perfect day off, but my sleep was interrupted by a call.

Without even looking at the caller ID, I lazily answered, “Hello…”

“Where are you?” Dad angrily demanded. Even before he explained what happened, I already had a feeling why he was furious.

“Dad, isn’t it too early for a lecture? Can’t you do that later? I’m still sleepy,” I weakly complained before lying back down and covering my eyes with my arm.

“Elijah Theodore, I’m not joking with you right now. Where are you, and what did you do to Rachel?” he asked angrily again.

And just as I expected, that woman was the reason behind his anger. I had no choice but to sit up on my bed and properly talk to my father.

“Dad, she wanted what happened, okay? The way you’re reacting, you’d think I raped her. And if you’re telling me to marry her because of what happened, hell no. I’m not tying myself to a woman like her,” I explained irritably.

My head still hurt because after leaving the house earlier, I stopped by my friend’s bar. I was drunk and got home around five in the morning, so my hangover was still kicking in.

“Elijah, you’re not a kid anymore. When are you going to mature, huh? What if you get Mr. Sanchez’s daughter pregnant? What are you going to do then?” Dad asked, still trying to hold back his rage.

I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. “Dad, that will never happen, okay? Yes, something happened between us, but I used protection. Besides, I didn’t even finish last night. And another thing, Dad—I’m not the only man who’s touched her. She’s not a virgin after all,” I defended myself, which was true anyway.

I heard a muffled shout from the other line, as if Dad was trying hard not to explode because of what I said. But after a few moments, I heard his voice again.

“Elijah, I’m no longer amused by the things you’re doing. For God’s sake, you’re already thirty, but your brain still acts like a teenager’s. I really don’t know what to do with you anymore. But let’s just be patient with each other, because you’ve left me with no choice, son. I’ll give you one year—just one year. And within that year, I want an heir from you. If you fail to do that, then forgive me, but I’ll give all my wealth to your mother. After all, we’re still legally married,” he threatened one last time before hanging up.

This time, I knew I had really messed up. Dad knew how much I hated that woman, and bringing her into the conversation was the last card he had left to play.

In that case, I needed to give him an heir, and the only option in my mind was to get a surrogate to carry my child.