The Surrogate

“I’m not that dense. The moment I saw your picture, I started looking into your background, sorry if that offends you, but it’s just the way I do things. I worked hard for what I have. I’m not about to give half to some gold digger just to fuck her for a while, and I certainly don’t want to end up in jail.”

“I don’t get it, what’s the jail thing about?”

“If you were the sort of female to try to take me for what I have, I’d wring your neck and leave you on the side of the road to rot.” Ouch!

“You say the nicest things.”

“Angelica, as time goes on you’ll get to know me, one of the things you’ll know is, I’m never nice. I plan to be good to you, very good, but if you were to cross me, it wouldn’t end well. Aren’t we lucky that we don’t have that problem?”

He turned and looked at me as he said that last part just as he was pulling into the circular driveway. I didn’t have time for a rebuttal because a white-coated man came out the front door and down the marble steps to open my door. I’d fallen down the rabbit hole after all.

Inside was even more impressive, and I was afraid to even walk for fear of bumping into something. One of the things about being poor and then being exposed to certain luxuries is that you build a kind of fascination for things over time.

I’ve learned more about art and collector’s items in the last year and a half than I’d known my whole life. So I recognized some of the masters he had hanging on the wall. The wealthy must have access to a whole other kind of cleaning products because I could almost see myself in the gold veined white marble floors.

“Stop being so nervous. I’ll introduce you to the staff later. Right now, I want to take you upstairs and…” He leaned over and wrapped his arm around my waist, bringing me close so he could whisper in my ear. “Fuck your tight little pussy raw.” Have mercy.

Epilogue

That weekend was the beginning of my fairytale. Ash got it in his head that I shouldn’t be alone with my pregnancy being so far along even though I told him I’d done it when I was pregnant with Shelly. He just gave me a look that I’d come to know meant shut up and kept going.

He found out that my university offers online courses for certain students and made sure I was added to the list. I didn’t put up much of a fight. Who’d want to stay in a stuffy dorm when they could stay in a castle with room service on tap?

I did have to finish out the semester, though, which meant we were apart for a few weeks. He didn’t call me every night, though I wanted him to, and I found myself pining for the sound of his voice those days. And then he’d call a few days later, and it was like the sun had come out again.

It took no time at all for me to get hooked on him and his brand of loving. Then one day, he just showed up at the dorm, making all the females in a ten-mile radius swoon and took me out to dinner. That’s when he told me that while he’d been looking for a place here, he’d learned that the school offered online classes.

I realized that with him, he didn’t necessarily ask permission to do stuff as much as he told me what was going to be. I was kind of wary of that at first. After the first eighteen years with one dictator, I wasn’t looking to trade her in for a newer model, but I was already addicted to his dick, so I found myself in a pickle.

Anyway, I moved back and set up online classes that January after winter break. Nothing more had been said about us getting married, and I didn’t dare ask, how could I? I was seven months pregnant with someone else’s kid.

So for the first few weeks, I walked around on eggshells, not quite sure of my place. I hadn’t seen Penny or Nick in a while since things seemed to have cooled between Ash and his sister, but around the middle of February, about a month before the baby was due, they seemed to patch things up.

All this time Ash was fucking me every single night, sometimes three times and all day on the weekends. And he was fascinated with my pregnant belly even though he never mentioned the kid. That and my growing milky tits were a huge fascination for him.

He’d spend hours just sucking on my nipples until they became sore, then he’d move onto my pussy. He eats pussy just as good as he fucks, and that’s phenomenal. In short, there’s nothing he’s not good at.