Surrogate For The Billionaire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance (7 page)

“I’m
on my way to work right now. I work until seven tonight. Can I meet
you after that?” She asked, doubting he would be in the office
that late.

“That’s
fine,” he answered to her surprise, “I should be here
until nine.”

Lateisha
hung up with confusion. What could Bryce probably want to see her
about this time? Probably the parental rights paper she didn’t
sign. Her heart sank at the realization and her hand went to her
belly from instinct. No, this wasn’t her child. She didn’t
want children. That’s what she had to keep telling herself
until this was all over.

At
seven thirty sharp Lateisha was walking into the lobby of the
Henderson Building. She didn’t have time to change before
coming here and she tugged self consciously at her McDonald’s
uniform. At this time of night the dark haired woman who was in the
booth in the lobby was long gone and a security guard took her place.

“Can
I help you, miss?” He asked, standing from his swivel chair
parked in front of the security cameras.

Lateisha
took off her silly hat and shoved it into her purse. “I’m
looking for Mr. Henderson. He’s expecting me. Lateisha Aaron.”

The
security guard nodded. “I’ll call him.”

Five
minutes later, Lateisha was on her way up the elevator to Bryce’s
office. She was nervous but she wasn’t sure why. What could he
possibly say besides ask her to sign the papers? Stepping from the
elevator, Lateisha looked ahead through the glass doors, happy to see
that Blond Bitch wasn’t there. She opened the doors and headed
down the hall towards Bryce’s office. The whole office was
deserted at this hour. Looking around as she walked down the hall,
Lateisha jumped when she felt a hand rest on her arm.

“Hey,
I didn’t mean to startle you,” Bryce said, coming up next
to her as she turned around.

“It’s
okay. I was walking to your office,” Lateisha said, slowing her
breathing with a hand to her chest.

“I
was coming out to meet you from the other side and saw you walking
this way. Let’s head to my office.” Bryce held her by the
elbow and steered her towards his office.

Lateisha
jolted at his contact but didn’t pull away. If she was being
honest with herself she would admit that she didn’t want to
pull away; she wanted him to touch her. She ran a hand over her face
in frustration. Lately, Lateisha didn’t know what she wanted.
Bryce let go of her arm and she didn’t like the way him letting
go made her feel.

“Have
a seat,” he said, motioning towards the chair across from his
desk.

Lateisha
thought back to the first day she met him, over a week ago, and while
she thought he was sexy, she also thought he was ridiculously prim
and proper. Something changed in Bryce over the last few days but she
couldn’t figure out what. He wasn’t clean shaven and his
hair was messier than the first time they met. She longed to run her
fingers through the hair that flopped over his eyebrow when he sat
down. Lateisha suddenly had the urge to run far away because of her
feelings, but knew that if she was carrying his baby she had to see
this through.

Wanting
to get this over with, Lateisha spoke, “What’s going on,
Bryce?” She crossed her legs and tapped her foot, wringing her
hands in her lap. “Is this about the parental rights paper?”

Bryce
frowned as if just remembering the paper, “No, that’s not
it. I wanted to talk to you about an idea I had.” He shuffled
papers on his desk before pushing them aside with irritation.

“Okay,”
Lateisha answered, waiting not so patiently for him to respond.

“I
think, based on some things we’ve discussed recently and some
information I’ve come across, that you should move into my
penthouse for the duration of the pregnancy,” Bryce said,
adjusting the wayward papers again.

Lateisha
felt like she must be dreaming. He wanted her to move in with him?
She couldn’t move in with him. That wasn’t an option. She
would have to see him every day and be close to him. No, it would be
too much.

“I
can’t,” she answered quickly, looking at her lap so he
wouldn’t see the panic in her eyes.

“Lateisha, hear me out. I think this will be better for all
involved. I can watch my child grow and be involved. You won’t
have to worry about a place to stay or paying rent. I won’t
have to wonder what you’re doing or if you’re putting my
child in danger in some way—"

“What?!” Lateisha jumped from her seat with anger.

Did he really think she would do anything to endanger an unborn
child she was carrying? She may be a bit directionless and even
irresponsible at the moment but she wasn’t a monster.

“Sit down please. I didn’t mean it that way,”
Bryce began.

“No, you absolutely meant it that way. What kind of person do
you think I am, Bryce?”

Bryce sighed, running his hands through his hair. “I honestly
don’t know, Lateisha. I thought you were one thing when you
came in here and offered to carry my baby. After getting to know you,
I know you are kind, but I also know you have a college degree and
you work at McDonald’s, you had a boyfriend you never mentioned
to me, and now you have no vehicle to get around. I’m worried
and I’m trying to make life easier on you because I know
pregnancy can be difficult. I’m not asking you to give up your
life or your job but I just want you close so I can make sure my baby
is okay. That’s all.”

Lateisha stepped back from the desk, feeling physically ill at
Bryce’s revelation. He thought she was an irresponsible, naïve
child. What was she thinking signing up for this? Realizing she had
no choice because she could possibly already be pregnant, she sighed
with resignation.

“Fine,” she said defeated, flopping back down into the
chair, “I’ll move in.”

Bryce sighed, with relief or defeat she wasn’t sure. He stood,
moving around the desk.

“Thank you. For all of this. I know it’s difficult to
give up your life and your body for another person for several months
but I really appreciate it, if that means anything at all,” he
said, scrubbing a hand over his face and turning from her.

Without thinking, Lateisha reached for him, her hand catching his
bicep. The feel of his hard muscles under his suit made her stomach
clench but she didn’t let go.

“I’m sorry I’ve made such a mess of things, Bryce.
But you have to know I will keep this baby safe. It may not really be
my baby, but I’m carrying it inside of me and I would never do
anything to jeopardize its health.”

Bryce nodded, but instead of pulling away he continued to stare at
her. “You have beautiful eyes,” he mumbled, his hazel
eyes turning a forest green as he stared at her.

Lateisha swallowed hard. The look of lust in his eyes made her heart
slam against her ribcage and she longed to step back but couldn’t
let him go. Not yet.

“Bryce, we can’t…” Lateisha’s voice
came out barely above a whisper.

Before she could protest much more she was being pulled against his
chest and his mouth was slamming into hers. Lateisha gasped, but it
was muffled by Bryce’s lips. His tongue pushed at the seam of
her lips, forcing its way inside, making her accept him. Lateisha’s
head was swimming and she didn’t want to push him away. He
tasted so good and she felt safe in his embrace. She shut off her
brain and just felt; otherwise she may have changed her mind. Bryce’s
hands roamed over her back and down to her ass, cupping it and
pulling her against him. Lateisha could feel his erection pressing
against her stomach through his dress pants. She remembered holding
his thick girth in her hand in the back of his limo and she moaned
against his lips, her core clenching. On their own accord her hands
moved over the lapels of Bryce’s jacket, pulling it down his
arms and tossing it to the floor. Taking her cue, Bryce undid the
buttons to Lateisha’s uniform shirt and pulled it over her
head. Lateisha felt like she was on fire from his touch as he
caressed her bare back and gripped the clasp of her bra to unhook it.
Finally removing her bra, Bryce tossed that aside like he did her
shirt while Lateisha worked on the buttons to his shirt. It was
taking too long to get them off and if she didn’t feel his
naked skin against hers she was going to explode so she decided to
just rip the shirt off. Buttons flew everywhere and for a moment
Bryce looked stunned.

“I liked that shirt,” he said with a smirk.

“Sorry, it always looks easier in the movies,” she said
with a laugh.

Her laugh quickly turned to a groan when Bryce dipped his head and
took her nipple into his mouth. Lateisha almost fell backwards from
the sensation, which left her panting and her panties soaked. Bryce
motioned to a small couch in the corner and, never breaking contact,
they moved over to it. He laid her down on the couch and shucked his
pants, stepping from them and his boxer briefs at the same time.
Lateisha looked at his hard, lean body, his erection long and resting
against his abdomen. She almost moaned again at the sight of him; he
was beautiful. The suits didn’t do him justice. His body
deserved to be seen.

Bryce unbuttoned her uniform pants and slid them off. He growled,
deep in his chest. It was laundry day and the only clean underwear
Lateisha had was a white lacy thong that was too uncomfortable to be
worn long. Judging by Bryce’s reaction, he liked it. Bryce
gently rolled the panties down her hips and legs, kissing his way
back up. Lateisha arched her back the closer he moved to her center,
but Bryce wasn’t done teasing and kissed up one leg and hip,
across her navel and down the other side. Just when Lateisha felt
like she would melt from the heat of her arousal, Bryce moved back up
her leg, pushing her thighs apart and kissed the inside of her thigh.

“Bryce,” she breathed, practically begging him to move
closer.

Bryce pressed a kiss to her center and Lateisha’s hips bucked
forwards, wanting more. He licked up her slit and Lateisha cried out,
the arousal he built with his teasing kisses making her too
sensitive. Bryce didn’t stop. Pushing her legs further out,
Bryce licked her clit in slow circles, the pleasure building until
Lateisha was wound so tight she felt like she would snap. When she
thought she couldn’t take anymore, Bryce sucked her clit
between his lips, plunging two fingers inside of her and pumping
slowly. Lateisha screamed his name, the orgasm hitting her hard.
Bryce didn’t stop and Lateisha tried to squeeze her legs closed
because she was too sensitive. Still moving his fingers in and out
slowly, Bryce moved over her, removing his fingers and replacing them
with his rock hard dick. Bryce teased her at first, stroking her clit
with his thumb as he gently nudged her entrance with his cock. He
pressed the head against the seam of her pussy and Lateisha’s
hips surged forward. Bryce moved with her, plunging into her tight
channel and moaning.

“Oh God, you feel so tight.”

Lateisha moaned again as Bryce began to set a rhythm. He moved in
and out of her methodically, stroking her sensitive inner walls with
his large dick. It was all too much for her to take and she didn’t
think she would last much longer. Lateisha cried out as Bryce picked
up the pace, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. Her pleasure
began to build again as Bryce moved against her g-spot. She hiked her
legs higher on his hips, rocking back and forth to meet him thrust
for thrust. The contract, the world, disappeared as Bryce held her in
his arms and pushed deeper inside of her. Lateisha moaned again,
nipping gently at Bryce’s ear. He turned his head, crushing his
mouth over hers, his tongue pushing inside of her mouth and mimicking
the motions of their love making. Bryce pulled back, his mouth
finding her nipples again. The sensation sent a new zing of pleasure
to her pussy and she screamed as her climax hit, this one more
intense than the first one. Seconds later, Bryce cried out and she
felt him release inside of her as she screamed his name again.
Lateisha fell back against the tiny couch panting. She felt boneless
and was unable to move. Bryce stood, a strange look on his face.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, bending to reach for his
boxers and pants.

“Why?” She asked with confusion, sitting straight up.

“I took advantage. This will just confuse things,” he
answered, pulling his clothes on.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious with her nakedness, Lateisha stood,
grabbing her clothes from the floor and dressing quickly. Bryce was
right, she was already confused.

*****

Bryce watched Lateisha dress from the corner of his eye. Why was he
such an ass to her after what they just shared? It was amazing. But
at the same time it was stupid. He couldn’t promise her
anything, not right now. He was too busy, and had too much on his
plate. Keeping the relationship all business was best. After the baby
came, she could move out and do whatever it was that she wanted to
do. Bryce wouldn’t care. At least he would try not to. He
couldn’t. Sighing, he rubbed a hand over his stubbly face, the
five o’clock shadow rasping as he went. Since he met Lateisha
he wasn’t always as put together as he used to be and he wasn’t
sure how he felt about that.

“If you’re ready, I can take you home,” Bryce
said, turning towards Lateisha.

She looked smaller and more fragile than usual, her eyes were
downcast. Bryce felt like an asshole, but making sure Lateisha knew
now that what happened between them couldn’t,
wouldn’t
happen again, was important to him.

Lateisha shook her head and cleared her throat. “I’m
fine. I’ll catch the bus,” she said, gathering her purse
from the floor and heading to the door.

Fuck!

Why did he care so much? This was supposed to be a simple business
deal but nothing about this was simple.