2. I NEED A BABY

"How much do you charge for a night?" he asked her, slinging his hands forward, he walked closer to her. He had no idea how things worked there, he wanted to know more about it.

"Hmm," she drawled, thinking of the perfect amount to call out. She didn't want to sound greedy but the man in front of her smelled of money. She had to make use of this opportunity before it slipped off her hands. "A thousand dollars for a night," the words left her mouth, and she sighed. Praying that he would not walk away from her for being too greedy. 

He said nothing, she fiddled with her fingers. "I can make it eight hundred dollars. Note that I will treat you well," she looked at the man in glasses again.

He said nothing, still looking at her through the rim of the dark lenses. "You know what? Pay me five hundred."

He didn't utter a word, he watched her slash the price by herself until she finally stopped at three hundred dollars.

"Three hundred?" He asked and she quickly nodded her head.

"Yes, I will take that." 

"I mean three hundred thousand dollars, I will pay you three hundred thousand dollars if only you will do what I want."

Emery blinked her eyes, she stuck a finger into her ear to be sure she heard him right. Three hundred thousand dollars? That would pay Amery's surgical fees and change their lives forever. 

"Is there something more that I need to do?" She didn't believe he was going to pay three hundred thousand just to get her pussy screwed. There must be something more.

"Come with me if you trust that I won't kill you." He ordered, walking out of the hallway before she could ask him more questions.

She had ambiguous thoughts about this strange man, she didn't even know who he was. She tried to move but her legs didn't carry her, she had to do it. Or just follow him to know more about his offer. She hoped it wasn't something ominous. She walked after him, mad that he thought of her as cheap. He didn't even wait to check if she would come with him or not, he was walking away knowing she would follow behind like a puppet who was hungry for a rich man's money.

"Get in," he ordered again when they got to where his jeep was parked in the parking lot.

She shook her head. She might need money so desperately but she won't sell herself out so cheaply. She needed to ask where he was taking her. 

"Where are we going?" She asked him.

"My house," he held the handle of the car and opened the door. He sat in, waiting for her to make up her mind whether to go with him or stay back. "You can stay back if you don't trust me." He slammed the door shut.

"Three hundred thousand dollars," Emery whispered. That's not cheap money one could easily come by. "I will go with you." She said, hopping into the car before he started the engine.

Neither of them said a word to each other as he drove down to his house. It was late, Emery feared she was doing something wrong. Different thoughts muddied up her mind. What if the man was a serial killer? What if he was an organ harvester? So many 'What ifs' and she started regretting her choice of agreeing to go with him.

She thought of her twin sister in the hospital. What would be her fate if this strange man killed her? She peeked over her shoulder to have a glimpse of him. The glasses were off his face, the side of his face looked handsome but she couldn't see clearly. She cussed at herself, she didn't even know the face of the man who would later kill her. She would surely die a painful death, she rested her back on the seat and thought of how he would bury her body after he killed her. Would he bury her in a shallow grave? Butcher her body and sell her organs! She widened her eyes at the thought and screamed out loud.

"No, no. Please stop the car, I don't want to go anymore." She cried out.

"What…" He slowed down. "What's wrong with you?" He halted the car, wondering why she had screamed out so loud.

"I was wrong to come with you. Please I don't want to die, I have a sister to take care of and I am out tonight because of her. Please don't kill me." She begged him.

His brows furrowed in confusion, he didn't know where she got the idea that he would kill her.

"Relax, I won't hurt you." He said in a reserved tone. "I am Benhail Gunther." He reached for the drawer in the car, pulled it open, and picked a card from inside. "Here is my card, you can text my details to your people. Let them know you are with me, they can come to find me if anything happens to you tonight." He assured her that she was in safe hands.

She took the card from him with shaky hands, glanced through it, and turned back to him. "Benhail Gunther, CEO Gunther winery." She read out.

"Yes, you don't have to panic." He said, kicking the car back to life.

"Hmm," she hurriedly brought out her phone and texted his details to Lola, adding that she would explain everything that happened to her later.

She felt a little bit relieved but still alert to know how she would attack him if he tried anything funny.

A few minutes after driving, they arrived in front of a gigantic mansion.

Benhail drove into the mansion and parked the car among the fleet of cars in his garage. He looked at her and nudged his head before stepping out of the car. Emery followed behind him, taking every step that he took as they meandered from the garage to the large surrounding that screamed wealth. Even in those dim lights that illuminated the outside, she could see how gigantic the house was.

She clutched her tiny purse as they walked into the house, he got to the foyer and was welcomed in by Agnes, his maid who collected his suit blazer and hung it on the rail. "Welcome sir," she greeted him.

"Welcome," he let out a small smile, telling Agnes off. 

"Sit," he gestured to the couch behind her.

Emery did as instructed. She had a soft feel on the couch, she loved how silky it was. She looked around the living room. Everything around was money from the couches to the large artistic paintings that were attached to the walls. He must have a thing for arts, she thought.

Her eyes swiftly scanned the living room, she was assured he was loaded. Nothing about the house was cheap, even the paintings on the wall were sparkling. The living room beamed with bright white lights from the chandeliers of different sizes. She was still admiring his house when he cleared his throat to attract her attention.

"Do you want the maid to serve you something?" He asked her, sitting on the couch next to her. He crossed his legs and heaved a sigh.

"No," she shook her head. She could see his full form now. Damn! The man in front of her looked very handsome and sexy. He had a well-sculpted body, and slightly muscled arms and from the look on his face, one could figure he lived a stress-free life. 

"Why did you bring me to your house?" She asked. She blinked her eyes, the question was wrong. If he wanted to screw her, he would take her to his house or a hotel. "I mean, why did you offer me such a huge amount of money?" She corrected herself.

His jaw clenched, and his eyes pierced into hers. "What's your name?" He asked her, in that voice that always leaves wetness between her legs. She wondered if he had that effect on every lady he met or if she was just hyped because she had already imagined what losing her virginity tonight would be like.

She smiled, it wouldn't be a bad idea if she lost her virginity to a man as cute as this man in front of her.

"Emery," she responded after her thoughts almost drowned her.

"Emery," he bobbed his head. "I need a baby." He uttered, still staring at her. He had never seen a thick girl that elegant. He wasn't sure if he liked girls with flesh but after seeing Emery bump into him in the hallway, he had had a change of mind about the kind of ladies he wanted. She was thick, and he imagined how cute his baby would be if Emery birthed him or her.

"A baby?" She stared at him, shock written all over her face. Did anyone tell him that she sold babies? What the hell was he talking about? "I don't own a baby factory." She retorted, chuckling dryly.

Benhail let out a light giggle. "I know that but I want you to carry my baby. Can you do that?" He asked, secretly praying she would not refuse his offer. He had personally gone to the club to pick out the kind of woman he wanted to carry his child. He knew they were sluts but he was hoping he could get one with at least some decency, one who was reasonable enough. He was ready to pay her, all she needed to do was just carry the pregnancy for nine months, and let him do whatever he wanted to do to her body. Just be with him for a year and leave after that.

"I don't understand where you are coming from," Emery said.

"I want a woman who can carry my child for nine months and stay to breastfeed the baby three months after delivery after which I will give the baby to a nanny to take care of." He made his point clearer.

"Crazy," Emery chuckled. People are crazy, she thought. "What happens to the woman after birthing the child and breastfeeding him or her for three months?" She inquired.

"Pay her off," Benhail answered. "I will pay her off, she can't come back for the child because we will sign an agreement." 

"I am sorry I can't do that," she clutched her purse with her hands. "No woman would do that. Just give birth to a child and leave the child alone because of money?" She shook her head. "

"I will pay you well, double the amount." He offered when she was about to stand up and leave the house.

"I can't do this, sorry." She straightened out off the couch. "I can't be a surrogate mother." She finalized. "I will leave now." 

"Emery," he got up and followed after her. He couldn't force her but he could persuade her. His days were short, he needed to act fast before something happened to him. "In what condition will you do this?" He asked her.

"There is no condition," she said firmly. "Can you drop me back where you picked me?" She asked him.

"I will let you think about it. You still have my card with you. Call me if you change your mind." He said, "Come with me." He ordered as he walked out of the living room.

She wondered what was going on in that head of his as she trotted behind him. They got into the car and he asked where she was heading, she gave him her address.

He dropped her at home a few minutes later. Without saying a word, he sped out of her house after she got out of the car.

Emery walked into the house to her sister lying helplessly on the floor. "Amy," she called her, slowly she lowered her hands and shut her eyes, her breathing ceased and that was it.