Billionaire Baby Maker(5)

By: Lia Lee


I stared at her. She was the epitome of sexy. Her eyes darted around the bar, her lips slightly parted as if she was slightly out of breath. Oh, God, yes.

“What can I get you to drink?” I asked.

“Just water, please.”

I raised my eyebrows. She was reserved. I wasn’t sure what to expect from her. I didn’t know what she wanted to talk about.

I ordered her a bottled water.

“You wanted to talk to me?” I asked when the water arrived. I poured it in a glass for her, and she watched the water swirl.

She nodded, taking a sip and setting the glass down again.

“I thought about it all again,” she said. “And I want to talk about your contract. I want to do this for you.”

“What changed your mind?” I asked.

She sighed. “I’m going to be honest. I’m not in a good place financially. I have a Master’s degree, but I can’t find a job, and I got an eviction notice today. I have so many bills, I’m drowning. Student loans. Credit cards. Overdue rent. That kind of thing.”

“So, you’re doing it for the money?”

“Well, it won’t exactly be for love, will it?” she said. She was sassy. I liked that. It made me want to fuck it out of her. I was thinking dirty thoughts. This wasn’t about sex, I reminded myself. It wasn’t what I would be paying her for.

“Right,” I said.

She took another sip of water. “Sorry,” she said. “This is just something I’ve never even thought of doing before. But that money you offered… it’s a lot. And I need money.”

I studied her face. I was aware of her tits beckoning to me below her chin, and I would much rather have studied them, but I had to be civil about it. For now, anyway. I didn’t want to scare her away.

“You’ll commit to this?” I asked. “Having a baby is serious.”

She nodded. “I know.”

“And I’m going to ask you to sign a contract. To protect both of us. Are you willing to do that?”

She hesitated only a moment before nodding again.

“Let me explain to you exactly what I want from you,” I said. “It will all be in the contract once you agree to read and sign it, but this is what’s going to happen. I want to sleep with you until you get pregnant.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re not doing the IVF thing or insemination? How does it work?”

I shook my head. “I want to do it traditionally.” Okay, so I was being a dirty old dog for wanting it this way. Until I’d seen her I hadn’t considered having sex for this but I was lusting after her like a son of a bitch and I was going to pay big bucks for this. “I want you to carry my child and give birth. And then, you’re free to go.”

“Just like that?” she asked.

I nodded. “You are under no obligation to stay in the child’s life or mine.”

Her expression changed, but I couldn’t read it. I was sure I’d laid it out correctly. I could have told her how I’d thought about it. I could have told her that I wanted to fuck her, make her mine until she couldn’t help but give me a child, but that was crude. It was true, but crude.

I would save those admissions for after she agreed to my proposal.

“One more thing,” I said. “The ad wasn’t specific enough – I did it so that I wouldn’t scare of potential customers, but I am only paying if you give me a son. I want a son.”

She blinked at me. “That doesn’t make sense,” she said.

I shrugged. “These are my terms.”

She looks out of the window, thinking.

“I’ll do it on one condition,” she finally said, turning her dark eyes back to me. “You have to convert all my expenses until the baby is born so I don’t have to worry about cash, If it’s a girl and you don’t pay me, I’ll be able to get a job again after the child is born.”

A business mind. I liked it.

“Done,” I said.

“You’re sure?”

“If you are,” I said. “You’re going to be carrying the child. And sleeping with me. You understand that, right?”

She shrugged with one shoulder. Was she that nonchalant about it?

I nodded. “I’ll email you the contract tonight.”

She nodded, that expression still on her face. She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.

“Do you want to take more time to think about it?” I asked.

She shook her head.

It was settled. She left not long after, and I had the privilege of watching her leave again. God, that ass could inspire wet dreams. I paid for our drinks and left, too.

I lay in bed that night, thinking about her. This was about getting an heir, raising a child to take over my company, and raising a son when I felt terribly alone. But on the way to getting my child, I could fuck the hottest woman alive.