Surrogate For The Billionaire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance (14 page)

Lateisha realized the elevator was stopped. At some point during
their lovemaking Bryce had hit the stop button. He let her legs fall
back to the ground, they were shaky but stable. He smacked the stop
button and the doors slid opened at the doors to the penthouse just
as Lateisha had adjusted her clothing around her. She started to walk
ahead of him to the door but Bryce grabbed her.

“Who said I was done with you yet,” he said, tossing her
over his shoulder fireman style.

Lateisha laughed loudly as Bryce hurried into the penthouse,
slamming and locking the door behind him. He carried her back to his
room and laid her on the bed gently.

“Now take the rest of your clothes off,” he ordered,
stripping off the shirt he had draped over his arms and undoing his
pants again.

Lateisha obliged, tossing the remainder of her clothes to the floor
and settling back against the bed. Bryce moved over her, pressing
kisses from her shoulder all the way to her abdomen. That part moved
her and he looked up and into her eyes.

“Our baby,” he said before lowering his head again to
continue his journey south.

A shiver of love and arousal shook Lateisha at his words. She didn’t
have time to dwell on them however because his lips settled on her
center and she lost all train of thought. Bryce didn’t stop at
kissing. He trailed his tongue from her entrance to her clit slowly
and Lateisha gripped the sheets as her hips bucked upwards. Bryce
continued his torturous slow path until Lateisha was ready to
combust. She grabbed his hair in her hands and thrust her hips
forward as if to give him the message that she needed more. Bryce
obliged, speeding up and flicking her clit with his tongue. When his
lips settled around her bundle of nerves Lateisha’s orgasm
exploded, leaving her panting and sated. Ripples of orgasm were still
quaking her inside when Bryce settled between her legs and plunged
into her depths. This time he took it slowly, kissing Lateisha on the
neck and face as he stroked her from the inside with his thick cock.
Lateisha gripped his ass with her hands, needing to feel even closer
to him. This time she felt not only physical pleasure but emotional.
When her orgasm hit she screamed Bryce’s name, wrapping her
arms around his torso and pulling him to her. They came together this
time, his dick twitching inside of her rippling channel.

Utterly exhausted and satisfied, Lateisha lay unmoving as Bryce
stepped from the bed and returned minutes later with a cloth. He
wiped her down gently and lay back down with her, gathering her in
his arms.

“I love you, Lateisha.” He whispered in her ear.

“I love you too, Bryce,” Lateisha muttered, tears of
another kind forming in her eyes.

They fell asleep that way together, and the last thing Lateisha
remembered feeling was joy.

*****

Three days later, dressed in a long flowing white gown, Lateisha
stood next to Bryce in front of a minister and made a vow to love and
cherish him forever, until death parted them. Following the wedding
the bride and groom and their fifteen guests returned to the
penthouse for an intimate dinner party. By the end of the night
Lateisha was exhausted but happy.

“I want to apologize,” Lateisha turned at the sound of
Becky’s voice.

“For what?” She asked, wrapping her arm around her much
taller friend’s waist.

“I was wrong about Bryce. I was wrong to not trust your
judgment.” Becky stared at Lateisha waiting for a response, a
look of chagrin on her face.

“It’s alright, Becky. I love you anyway.” Lateisha
turned to her friend and they embraced.

“I’d love to dance with my wife one last time before I
steal her away from the city for awhile.” Bryce said, wrapping
his arms around Lateisha’s waist.

Becky nodded, giving Lateisha a peck on the cheek and walking away.
Bryce wrapped Lateisha in his arms and spun her around on the make
shift dance floor they had constructed in the formal living room. She
rested her head on his chest and let her eyes drift closed.

“You know, I saw Becky and John talking earlier. Maybe it’s
time to play matchmaker?” Bryce laughed and winked at Lateisha
who was now looking up at him with horror.

“Oh no, I’m not getting involved in that one,” she
said resting her head back on his chest, happiness surrounding her.

*****

Lateisha smiled at the memory of her wedding day, but the feeling of
happiness was cut short by a sharp pain to her abdomen. She doubled
over, making sure not to cry out. Throughout the whole shower, off
and on, Lateisha was having contractions. This one was sharper and
was followed almost immediately by another. It was time to have a
baby.

“Bryce!” She yelled, dropping the bag of trash and
heading to her room to grab her overnight bag.

“What? What’s wrong?” He stepped from the walk-in,
a towel around his waist and his hair dripping.

“It’s time. We have to go.” Lateisha hurried
around the room throwing things in a bag and never looking back at
Bryce.

“Time for what, baby?” Bryce looked at her with
confusion.

“For the baby!” She yelled, slinging the bag over her
shoulder.

“Oh my God!” Bryce yelled and he sprang into action.

The next thirty minutes were a blur. Between contractions, Lateisha
remembered driving madly through the city, filling out papers and
being rushed by wheelchair into a room. She was currently hooked up
to an IV with an epidural and resting comfortably. Her labor
progressed slowly but by early the next morning Lateisha was holding
her baby. A curly haired baby boy with the bluest eyes she’d
ever seen.

“You did great, babe,” Bryce said, yawning loudly.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” Lateisha
said, yawning in return.

“What should we name our little early bird?” Bryce
asked, settling next to Lateisha in the hospital bed and looking down
at their son.

“How about Chance? Chance Bryce Henderson.” Lateisha
said with a smile.

“I like it,” Bryce said with a large grin, “Because
if I hadn’t taken a chance with the first poor college grad
that entered my office to carry my baby I would have never found my
lovely wife.”

Lateisha nodded, tears beginning to cloud her vision.
Or if I
hadn’t taken a chance with a crazy idea,
she thought,
resting her head against Bryce’s shoulder. She stared at her
little family, all snug in the hospital bed. Gone was the
irresponsible, purposeless girl of almost a year ago. This was
Lateisha’s purpose in life and she wouldn’t change it for
anything.

The end.

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If
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The
Billionaire's Surrogate
by myself Cher Etan (sample and description of what it's about
below).

Money
is nothing without someone to love.
Max is a billionaire with a
lot going for him. He has the money, the looks, and a personality to
boot. But when diagnosed with prostate cancer, his life turns around
in an instant.
Everything that was once important now seems
trivial to him, and he soon realizes he hasn't achieved his one main
goal in life:
Having a baby.
With his cancer treatment
predicted to leave him sterile, he decides hiring a surrogate mother
to bare his child is the best option. And Christine, a relative of
his house keeper, agrees to the role.
But soon after the process,
further tests reveals Max doesn't have cancer after all and won't
become infertile. Now the question of where this leaves him and
Christine arises.
Will she simply remain the mother of his child?
Or will an even more personal relationship form from this unexpected
turn of events?

“
Dear
all, we are gathered here today to celebrate the nuptials between
Christine Alexandre Richards and Rudy Sinclair. If anyone has any
objection as to why these two individuals should not be joined in
Holy Matrimony, please speak up now or forever hold your peace,”
the priest said solemnly. He was inexplicably dressed in a red
jumpsuit and had on make up. In fact, he looked very much like RuPaul
if Christine was not mistaken. Still, it was her wedding day and she
was ecstatic.

“
I
object,” the voice said. Again and again and again; that voice
always objected. No matter what other details of the wedding changed,
that one remained the same.

Slowly,
even though she tried to stop herself doing it, Christine turned
around. It felt like one of those slow motion scenes in movies when
something horrible is going to happen. The heroine is only ever in
time to turn around with a scream and shout “No” in that
slow motion voice that sounded like a nineties tape recorder when the
tape stuck. The woman was always standing there dressed head to toe
in yellow…
yellow;
such a festive color to choose to go around breaking up people’s
weddings…and their hearts. She was a white woman, taller than
average and curvy. In fact her ass was just about the curviest thing
Christine had ever seen…and she’d grown up in an African
American neighborhood so she should know. She wore high yellow heels,
they were almost golden in fact and her toes were gaily painted blue.
She had on a hat…with a veil. The veil just barely covered her
blue eyes and her red lined smiling lips were staring cruelly and
mercilessly at Christine as she voiced her objection. When she was
sure she had everyone’s attention in the room she sauntered
over to the altar and slipped her hand through Rudy’s. He
seemed to be frozen to the spot and didn’t object.

“
You
can’t marry him because he’s already mine,” the
woman said with a triumphant smile.

It
was always at this point that Christine startled awake in a cold
sweat; the dream that wasn’t a dream
not
fading conveniently but echoing as if continuing in some other
dimension close by.

“
Rudy,”
she would whisper in despair and then get out of bed to go rinse her
face and get herself a glass of water.

“
Bad
dream?” her grandmother would ask, coming out of her room when
Christine did. Christine would shrug like it was nothing and go to
the kitchen. Her grandmother would follow and begin heating some milk
for hot chocolate.

“
You
don’t have to do that,” Christine would say.

“
I
know,” her grandmother would reply, eyes on the milk to make
sure it didn’t boil over.

*****

Max
Lestrange was in the front row, sitting next to his beautiful model
date, he was pretty sure her name was Kendal but he wasn’t a
hundred percent positive of that. They were here to watch the big
fight as guests of the mayor of Las Vegas. Max was good friends with
her husband. He had been like a father figure to him as he learned
the ropes of being an attorney at law and in turn Max had supported
him when he and then his wife, had run for office. The press was out
in force because the match was a big deal between the defending
champion and his closest contender. Max was trying to enjoy himself
but it had been a strange day; perhaps he was getting old because all
he wanted to do was lie down. The wine he’d taken with dinner
was making him dizzy and not in a good way and the room was hot in
spite of the air conditioning. He could feel the sweat on his
forehead and his upper lip. He really was not liking himself today
and wished he could just excuse himself and go lie down. The match
was starting though and servers were coming around with more
champagne. Maybe that would make him feel better. He took a glass and
downed it at once, more for the cold wetness than the taste but it
did not make him feel better at all. In fact, if he was honest it
made him feel queasy and nauseous. He was afraid he would have to
excuse himself soon if things did not settle down on their own.
Kendal or Kim or whatever her name was leaned toward him with a
smile, murmuring something about how exciting it was. Max murmured
something suitable in reply and then leaned over to speak with the
mayor.

“
Carolyn,
I have to excuse myself,” he said standing up. fighting the
wave of dizziness that assailed him. He really needed to lie down.