Surrogate For The Billionaire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance Read Online Free Page A

She
repeated the phrase, just a business deal, three times over in
her head to clear any thoughts of a relationship with him before
turning back to wave goodbye.
    “I’m
going to catch the bus now. I’ll be in touch once the doctor
calls with my test results.” She turned to walk down the street
to the nearest bus stop.
    Bryce
grabbed her arm, “You don’t have to take the bus. I can
drop you at home if you’d like.”
    Lateisha
shook her head. “It’s alright. I’m used to taking
the bus. My old Toyota has been in the shop a lot lately.”
    Bryce
frowned again but she waved off his worry. “I’ll be fine.
Talk to you soon,” she shouted, practically running down the
street before he could change her mind. Spending anymore time alone
with him at this point would be a bad idea.
    *****
    Three
days later, Lateisha received the call from the doctor’s
office. She had a clean bill of health and was obviously not
pregnant. Now all she had to do was call Bryce. With a rapidly
beating heart, which she brushed off as nerves related to the
surrogacy, Lateisha dialed the number on the business card he gave
her.
    “Mr.
Henderson’s office.” Fuck. It was the snooty blond bitch
of an assistant.
    “Hi,”
Lateisha began, ignoring the woman’s haughty tone, “May I
speak to Mr. Henderson. Tell him it’s Lateisha Aaron.”
    “And
what may I tell him this is in reference to, Ms. Aaron?” She
asked, saying Lateisha’s name as if it left a bad taste in her
mouth.
    Lateisha
sighed. “He’ll know,” She said with irritation.
    The
woman made an unladylike harrumph, and put Lateisha on hold. Bitch, Lateisha thought, strumming her fingers on the kitchen
table as she waited for Bryce to pick up the phone.
    “Lateisha?”
Bryce breathed into the phone and Lateisha gasped.
    He said
her name as if he had been waiting to hear from her for days; almost
as if he missed her. No, who was she kidding. He was Mr. Prim and
Proper Billionaire and she was a fast food employee with barely a
dime to her name. The desperation she was detecting in his tone must
have come from his want for a child.
    “Yes.
I heard from the doctor and all is good. I told them to fax you the
reports so you could see for yourself.”
    She
heard Bryce release a breath. “Great. I’d like to meet
with you tonight, if you aren’t busy, to sign the contracts. I
can meet for dinner downtown if you are free.”
    Nerves
assailed Lateisha at the thought of dinner with Bryce. It wasn’t
a date though, but a business dinner. Another wave of nerves
assaulted her stomach when she realized she couldn’t possibly
have anything appropriate to wear to a dinner with him. He would pick
a fancy and expensive restaurant, she was sure of that. With little
money to get her car fixed let alone go shopping, Lateisha was going
to have to resort to borrowing something from Becky. She padded down
the hall and knocked on the door gently. Becky was on night shift
this week and even thought it was about two p.m., she was still
asleep, especially since her shift didn’t start until six.
    “Come
in,” A groggy voice answered.
    “Hey
Beck. Can I borrow a dress?” Lateisha asked, hoping she
wouldn’t ask what for.
    “Why?
Do you have a date?” Becky asked excitedly, sitting straight up
in bed.
    Lateisha
shook her head slowly, “No, nothing like that. I’m
meeting Bryce for dinner downtown to sign the contract.”
    Becky’s
face turned cold. “Oh. Well in that case, no,” she
snapped.
    Lateisha
frowned. It was no secret how Becky felt about Lateisha signing a
contract to ‘sell’ her body and baby, as Becky put it.
But Becky had a great job and was making a decent amount of money.
Lateisha wasn’t in such a great place financially and just
wanted something to help her along so she could quit her job at
McDonald’s and search for the perfect job. If there was such a
thing.
    “Beck…”
Lateisha started.
    “Don’t
‘ Beck’ me. I told you how I felt about this and I am