Surrogate For The Billionaire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance (4 page)

Not
allowing herself to digest the meaning of her disappointment,
Lateisha took a seat at the bar with a class of wine; a very
expensive glass of wine. Shrugging off her discomfort at spending
that amount of money on wine, Lateisha sipped and watched the door.
Five minutes later Bryce walked in and all of the air left Lateisha’s
lungs. He looked gorgeous. In a navy suit with a crisp white shirt
and deep red tie he could have easily stepped out of the pages of GQ.
The suit fit him like it was made for him specifically, which it very
well could have been. The jacket hugged his biceps in a way that
Lateisha could tell he worked out. It was buttoned at the waist and
she could tell he was lean underneath all of that fabric. Before her
thoughts could travel any further south, Lateisha stood and walked
toward him, her wine glass grasped between her fingers.

“Hey,”
she breathed, unable to catch her breath.

“Hi,”
Bryce said, his voice sounding just as breathless as hers.

What
was happening? Before she could think, Bryce took her hand and led
her to a table. The butterflies returned at the touch of his hand on
her elbow. It felt electric; his touch and the air around them. It
didn’t help matters that their table was secluded from most of
the other patrons. Bryce helped her into her chair, pulling it out
and pushing it in once she sat. Her heart pounded against her rib
cage. This wasn’t right, the way she felt. It was too much.
Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea. Lateisha opened her mouth to
tell Bryce just that when he leaned down, his lips crushing into
hers. Then all thoughts were obliterated from her mind.

For a
moment, or maybe a few, Lateisha was lost in the kiss. She didn’t
want to let go, she didn’t want to pull back. It felt good, it
felt right. Then she remembered who he was, where they were and why.

“Wait,”
she gasped, pulling back from Bryce.

“Oh,”
he said, almost as if he was surprised at his own action, “I’m
sorry.”

“It’s
alright,” Lateisha said sitting back and straightening her
dress.

“No,
I crossed a line. I’m sorry. There’s no excuse for me,”
Bryce said, sitting up straighter and adjusting his suit jacket even
though he was perfectly arranged.

Lateisha
shook her head. “Please don’t worry about it. The whole
dinner atmosphere, it blurred the lines a bit,” she said waving
his apology off.

Bryce
nodded and picked up the menu. “Everything here is excellent.
Have you ever been?” Then his eyes widened as he remembered
Lateisha’s current money situation.

Lateisha
sighed, they were five minutes into their dinner and already it was
fucked up. How was she going to make it nine months this way?

Determined
to redeem the ‘date’ she smiled, “Can’t say
that I have. I’m more of a ‘you want fries with that’
kind of girl.”

Bryce’s
face turned beet red but he laughed in spite of it. “Right.
Well I’m afraid they don’t have fries here so you’ll
have to order something a bit different for a side.”

Lateisha
laughed a little too loud. Finally the ice was broken. Bryce told her
which dishes were the best and when the waiter came he ordered them a
bottle of wine and their meals. Lateisha could get used to being
wined and dined. Of course, this was all business, as she liked to
remind herself every chance she could get. They wouldn’t live
‘happily ever after’ in his Upper East Side penthouse.
This wasn’t a fucking romantic comedy. Lateisha almost gave one
of her unladylike snorts at the irony of her situation, but making
the best of things was what Lateisha did best. After several minutes
of silence, Bryce reached into his briefcase he had placed under the
table when he sat down. He pulled a stack of papers out and set it on
the table.

“Well,
let’s get started,” he said, gesturing towards the
papers.

“Right,
the contract,” Lateisha replied. For some reason the talk of
the contract brought her mood down.

Bryce
seemed to have sensed it and his demeanor changed. Sitting up even
straighter, if that was at all possible considering his posture was
better than the Queens Guards, he began to shuffle his papers.

“Ok.
So I have the contract for the surrogacy, the contract to keep
yourself healthy and the, um, signing away of your parental rights
form,” Bryce pulled at his collar as if he was choking from his
starched white shirt.

Lateisha
stifled a smile. This had to be awkward for him. Lateisha hated all
of the seriousness and felt that she should lighten the mood. But she
wasn’t sure how Bryce would take it so she closed her mouth
tightly.

“I’ll
let you look them over a minute before you sign,” he said,
pushing the papers across the table.

Lateisha
nodded. It was all too much. “You’re acting like I’m
signing papers to have myself euthanized,” she said with a
smirk.

Bryce
choked on the water he had just taken a large gulp of. “I guess
it’s not all that bad, eh?” He said after a massive
coughing fit.

Lateisha
covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the laughter bubbling in
her chest. He was so buttoned up and proper that ruffling his
feathers was so easy she barely broke a sweat.

“Not
at all,” she answered, with only a hint of laughter, and
reached for the papers.

While
they waited for the food to come, Lateisha read through the papers.
Everything was drawn up by Bryce’s lawyers and seemed okay to
her. The relinquishing of parental rights form stopped her short
though. She hadn’t really thought this part through as well as
she probably should have. This would be her child by blood, hers and
Bryce’s. The thought made her stomach flutter but she pushed
the feeling aside. It was business, they didn’t have a
relationship. And besides, she didn’t even want kids. Did she?
Shaking her head with disgust for herself and her traitorous
thoughts, Lateisha picked up the pen from the table and signed the
contract and the health clause.

“Can
I wait on this?” She asked pointing to the parental rights
form.

Bryce’s
face went dark. “I guess so,” he mumbled, a frown forming
on his face.

“I
don’t mean to worry you but this is sudden and I haven’t
really given thought to the part about it being my baby biologically.
I’m not sure why. I’ll sign it, but I’d just like
to mull it over a bit more before I do. Is that alright?”
Lateisha explained.

Bryce
nodded, the dark frown still on his face. Hopefully her own
indecisive mind didn’t fuck up her chances.

*****

Bryce’s
mind was still reeling from the kiss, even a whole half hour later,
when Lateisha dropped the bomb about not signing the relinquishing of
parental rights form. His mood went from mildly embarrassed and light
to dark and second guessing. Maybe she wasn’t the right choice
after all? Sighing, he took the signed contracts from her
outstretched hand. This night was not going as planned. Why the fuck
did he kiss her? Well he knew why, she looked fucking sexy in the
short black dress and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her
plunging neckline. But that wasn’t why they were there. He was
there to sign a business contract with her to carry his child and
already she was second guessing if she wanted to give the child up to
him. Running a hand through his hair, which he still needed to trim,
Bryce looked at Lateisha. For the first time he saw that she was
vulnerable. The look on her face after she asked him to give her time
made his chest clench. What was happening to him?

“Sure,”
he answered again as she folded the paperwork and shoved it into her
purse. He had to stop himself from grabbing it from her to smooth it
out.

“Are
you sure? You don’t look sure?” Lateisha asked, pulling
at her dress.

Bryce
identified that as a nervous habit. How after only a week was he able
to know her that well?

“Yes.
Take the time you need. I just wanted to get started right away with
the insemination so that the baby would be born this winter. I’m
planning on flying down to Florida to visit my father around that
time and I’d like him to be able to meet the baby.” Bryce
answered. A simple yes would have done but he had to tell her more
about himself. Keeping his distance and keeping this relationship
professional was proving harder than it seemed.

“Thank
you so much. We can start the process if you’d like. I’ll
sign, I promise. I just need to absorb it that’s all.”

They
ate in silence the rest of the dinner and Bryce picked up the check,
handing the waiter his credit card. From the corner of his eye he saw
Lateisha’s face. She looked a bit embarrassed or ashamed.

“Are
you sure I can’t pay for my dinner?” She asked, smoothing
her skirt with fervor.

“It’s
okay, honestly. This is part of the health clause, making sure you’re
fed well.” Bryce laughed.

“Right.
Okay,” Lateisha said with a chuckle that sounded forced.

They
gathered their things and exited the restaurant. Bryce’s car
pulled up to the curb and his driver, Gerry, stepped out.

“Are
you ready, sir?” He asked, taking Bryce’s briefcase and
placing it into the car.

“Not
just yet, Gerry,” Bryce answered.

Lateisha
hung back, and he assumed she was planning on walking down the street
to the bus stop because her eyes kept drifting to where people sat
under the covered platform.

“Would
you like a ride?” Bryce asked, stepping back to whisper in
Lateisha’s ear.

He saw
her shiver and tried not to think about it being from their proximity
or the intimate way he whispered in her ear. But being that it was
mid August she wasn’t likely cold.

“Uh,
no, I’m fine. I was just going to…”

“Take
the bus?” Bryce finished for her.

“Yes,”
she said her face to the ground.

“Well,
considering you just signed a contract to keep your body safe from
harm I think it’s in your best interest to catch a ride with me
or be found in breach of contract.” Bryce added.

Lateisha
laughed and Bryce ignored the way his heart and cock responded to the
sound.

“But
I’m not pregnant yet so it’s not in effect.”

“You
got me there. But what’s the harm in it, Lateisha?” He
asked, even though he knew damn well what the harm was.

*****

What
was the harm, he asked? Lateisha knew damn well the harm was that
they could both fuck up the contract and lose what they both were
after. She would admit she was attracted to him. He was kind,
handsome, and sexy
and
a billionaire, what wasn’t to be
attracted to? But Lateisha’s life was complicated enough
without adding a failed relationship with a billionaire to the mix.
She could tell right now if they did start something and he tired of
her, which he likely would, she would be devastated.

Resigned,
she slid into the back seat of the car as Bryce scooted over to the
far side. Gerry closed the door and Lateisha looked out the window,
afraid to look at Bryce, afraid of what she might see in his eyes.

“I’m
not going to bite, Lateisha,” Bryce said, his voice deep and
full of lust.

What
was happening? She had to get out of this car.

“Bryce,
I…” She started but it was no use, because when she
turned, Bryce was right there next to her.

His
scent wrapped around her like a blanket and she ignored the feeling
of security it brought her. Lateisha raised her hands to his chest
and gave a feeble push. Before that they weren’t touching, just
sitting very close. When her hands connected with his chest, which
was rock hard underneath his dress shirt, Lateisha’s body
heated against her will. She wanted to pull back but she couldn’t;
she was lost in the sensation for a moment.

“Lateisha,”
Bryce whispered, moving in closer to her.

His
lips brushed hers and she groaned despite her best efforts to remain
detached. It felt so right, his body warm and hard under her hands,
hands that began to roam of their own volition. They roamed over his
chest and down his abdomen, stopping at the buckle of his belt.
Lateisha wasn’t thinking, she was feeling and what she felt
right now, with Bryce, she never felt with anyone else. Her fingers
fumbled with his belt buckle but she managed to get it undone. Bryce
moaned into her mouth, deepening the kiss. Their tongues entwined,
dancing together in a way that made Lateisha wet between her legs.
This was really happening. She managed to get his belt undone and
unbutton his pants. While she did that he was reaching for the sash
that kept her wrap dress closed. With one tug he had it undone. The
dress fell open and exposed Lateisha’s black lace bra and
underwear.

“Fuck,”
Bryce whispered, the curse sounding so out of place in his proper
hint of a British accent.

Bryce
wrapped his large hands around Lateisha’s trim waist, letting
the dress fall down her shoulders as he pulled her close to him. Her
skin felt like satin and he couldn’t wait to taste her, all of
her. He reached around behind her and unclasped her bra. The thin
material of lace fell away and exposed her full, plump breasts. Bryce
cupped them in his hands and leaned down to take a nipple in his
mouth.

Lateisha
moaned as Bryce licked the light brown peak until it was stiff. It
felt so good,
too
good. While he moved on to the other breast,
Lateisha dropped her hands back to his pants, reaching inside of the
waistband and cupping his hard erection. Her small hands could barely
circle his large girth and he growled, deep in his chest as she
wrapped both of her hands around him. The sound of the partition
between the front and back of the car snapped Lateisha out of her
lust. She removed her hands from his cock as if the heat of him
burned her.

“Bryce,
we can’t…” She said at the same moment the driver
noticed he had interrupted something.