“You know nothing about me.” I know that my body believes she belongs to me, so that’s all that matters, but maybe I should learn more.
“I know enough.” I snatch her paper and see that she has a four-point-o GPA out of high school along with excellent penmanship. Fuck me, she’s barely legal. Okay. Take a deep breath and read on. Learning every useful detail and storing it in my memory box strictly for my little Doll, I let a plan roll around my head before setting the paper down next to her.
“Well, I know nothing about you.”
I pull out my business card. As she reads it, I say, “I’m Grant Masterson. I grew up here in New York and the only family I have is my sister. I spend most of my time working and that’s the reason I’m here. I need someone to leave my company, fortune, and legacy to. Someone with the Masterson name. I have a clean bill of health.”
When she reaches out to pull her paper closer, I quickly grab her hand and intertwine our fingers. “Here me out. I have a deal for you. I want you to give me a baby. You give me my baby with you as the mother and stay until the baby is six months old at least and then I’ll pay you a million dollars.”
“A million dollars?” she screams out, slapping her hand to her lips before anxiously looking around the room. “A million dollars,” she repeats in a whisper.
“That’s what I said. Now what do you say?” Please say yes. Her hair drifting slightly over her face gives me an excuse to touch her that I don’t miss. As I push it behind her ear, I watch the visceral reaction coming from her. It’s wonderful to know I’m not alone in this primal attraction. Fuck, it’s like her womb is screaming for my seed.
“I…I don’t know. That’s a lot of money for a man like you. Why don’t you find a wife who can do that for you?” Because I’ve just found her.
Smiling at her, I ask, “Are you trying to talk me out of it? I heard the normal going rate for a surrogate is thirty-k and with medical expenses covered.”
“No. No. I’m not. I’m just shocked.” Her eyes widen as if she’s afraid that she’s blown the opportunity of a lifetime, but she has no idea how determined I am. I see a shadow out of the corner of my eye before I see this asshole approach us.
“Sir, you can’t be making deals with clients. It’s unethical,” he says with his eyes trained to my woman’s breasts. I’m about to kill the fucker and that’s more than unethical.
Standing up, I snarl and in a low whisper, I utter, “If you’d like to live, I suggest you get your eyes off of her. Doesn’t matter because we’re leaving.” I take her hand and her papers with us, leaving my papers because I have no intention of filling them out anymore. Storming out of the place, I only stop because she’s not moving a step past the closed door.
“What’s wrong?” I bite out, feeling out of sorts watching that fucker eye my woman.
“I haven’t agreed to anything. Besides, I think they’ll need to do all that technical stuff.”
“Look, I have no intention of jerking off into a cup only to let some sick fuck like that asshole in there, stuff it into your pussy. If we’re going to do this, I want to go the old fashioned way. My cock deep inside of you until we’re both too tired to walk and your womb is filled.”
“Um…I don’t think that’s a good idea.” The bravado she just displayed a moment ago is gone and her eyes focus on her cute but cheap shoes. Damn the thought of her in a pair of heels over my shoulders gets my dick even harder. My tailor’s going to get a bonus for the strength of this zipper. Still, it’s not me that I need to worry about. I have to get her to agree to my plan.
Needing to get her attention, I close the distance and press my finger to her chin, lifting her gaze to mine. Damn those eyes are killer. “Listen, do you want the million dollars?”
“Of course. I want to go to college.” She seems to be considering her options, biting on her bottom lip. I pull it from her teeth before she makes herself bleed.
Needing an answer before I commit a felony and kidnap her ass. “Shit, properly invested and you wouldn’t need to go to college, but if that’s what you want as long as you’re healthy through the pregnancy, you’ll be able to go online. Yes or no?”
She sees the limo behind me and then her eyes narrow and her mouth hardens into a grimace. “I think this is out of control. Are all rich people nuts?”