Giving-Her-A-Baby To Load

by Beck, J. L.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  CREDITS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  About J.L. Beck

  Also by J.L. Beck

  Giving Her A Baby

  J.L. Beck

  CREDITS

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, businesses and incidents are from the author’s imagination, or they are used fictitiously and are definitely fictionalized. Any trademarks or pictures herein are not authorized by the trademark owners and do not in any way mean the work is sponsored by or associated with the trademark owners. Any trademarks or pictures used are specifically in a descriptive capacity.

  Copyright © 2018 J.L. Beck

  Giving Her A Baby

  Editor: Leanore Elliott

  Cover Art: Talia’s Book Covers

  Chapter One

  WINTER

  I stare down into my coffee pouting. I was nearly twenty-five. I hadn’t lost my virginity or even shared anything more than a kiss with a man before and yet, I was more than ready to start a family, and get married. My thoughts drift to Silas the one and only man I’ve ever loved, and considered giving myself to. He was everything I could’ve ever asked for in a man but he chose his future over me and since then, I had yet to meet a man that met my expectations.

  “You’re so pure Winter. Maybe you should wait and explore your sexual needs and wants before deciding to settle down,” Sapphire, my best friend tried to lecture me.

  “You always say things like this.” I roll my eyes. Since the day I told her I wanted a baby, she’s tried everything she could to convince me that it was a bad idea. What she didn’t know was I didn’t really care if she thought it was a bad idea. It was what I wanted…I wanted a baby, and a family. I wanted something more to live for, and wake up for every single day.

  I had half a mind to go and do fertility treatments but I want to experience everything the way it should be. The real deal. I want to experience a man taking me for the first time, owning me and possessing me in a way that only a man can.

  “Only because they’re true and I’m worried that you’ll settle for less then you deserve.”

  I give her a look that said shut up. “Let me be the judge of that. I won’t be choosing just anyone to help me with the deed. It’s going to be someone special. Someone I know can handle it.” It would be nice if the man I find would like to attach himself to me but if not that’ll be fine too. I’ve come to the conclusion that I might just end up being that woman that has children without a man and guess what? I’m okay with that too. I open my laptop and navigate to the Internet. It dawns on me then exactly what I should do…

  “Would it be crazy if I posted a wanted ad for a baby daddy?” I laugh at the mere thought.

  Sapphire all but chokes on her coffee, coughs and excess coffee sputters from her lips. She shakes her head, her dark mocha colored eyes widen. “You can’t actually be serious? Do you have any idea how many crazy stalkers and just overall fucked up people are out on the Internet? You’re asking to be murdered.”

  I purse my lips at her comment because it’s not like what she’s saying isn’t true. People get murdered all the time. Do I really want to risk my life to have a baby? The answer is on the tip of my tongue, “I’m actually super serious. I think I’ll post on craigslist first and then maybe Facebook’s Marketplace,” I say the words out loud more for myself than for Sapphire since I know she thinks I’m absolutely insane.

  “Whatever…” She puts her hands in the air as if she’s giving up on me. “It’s your funeral girl. I’m tired of trying to warn you. You’re just too naïve. Do what you need to do.”

  Sapphire’s anger only makes me want post the ad more, and I decide then that I will. I start to type, and before I realize it my fingers are flying across the keys.

  I type out the ad just as I want it.

  BABY DADDY WANTED: LOOKING FOR A MAN TO GIVE ME A BABY. MUST HAVE STRONG GENES, BE HEALTHY, NO SMOKING, OR HEAVY DRINKING. MUST POSSESS FAMILY VALUES AND HAVE A COLLEGE EDUCATION.

  I read the ad a couple times, adding a couple things here and there, and then I post it to Craigslist. I bite at my bottom lip nervously and look up from my laptop and over to Sapphire.

  She looks displeased as hell with me. “From the sounds of it, you created an ad. Did you post it?”

  I nod my head smiling, feeling as if I just defeated the dragon and saved the Princess. “I did post it. Now we just wait until someone responds to it.” Patience wasn’t really a strong suit of mine but I’d have to be patient if I wanted to find Mr. Perfect.

  “Aren’t you afraid of who will respond?”

  “No not really,” I lied. I was terrified of who would respond. I’d attached a picture to the ad as well, so they knew what they were going to be working with. It was crazy but it was no different than signing up on one of those dating sites.

  Sapphire rolled her eyes not believing me for a second. “You could always ask one of your exes… I’m sure they’d be okay with the banging part and the not sticking around…”

  I deadpanned. “Thanks, but no thanks. I really do want to find a man for more than just a baby, and preferably one that wants to be with me and won’t choose college or something else ridiculous over me.” I closed my laptop, and tried to stop my worrying thoughts. If it was going to happen it would. The ad was finally out there, and anyone could see it and respond. Now all I had to do was wait… Mr. Perfect would find me eventually… right?

  Chapter Two

  SILAS

  I chuckled staring at the ad on my cell phone screen. The picture she posted with her ad definitely told me it was Winter Montgomery. In the picture she had long brown hair, and piercing blue eyes, her make up was minimal just as it was back in high school. She didn’t look as if she’d aged a second. Her skin was tan, and the smile she wore made me weak in the knees.

  Fuck, I was a stupid man for leaving her. I regretted it every single day since, but there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to make her believe me, at least not until now. This ad would save us both some heartache. I was also fed up with mindless women, and sleeping around and well, I wasn’t sure if marriage was something I wanted, but the possibilities when it came to Winter were endless. I’d do anything for her, and for a second chance.

  I had to respond to the email. It was the only way I’d be able to get her to meet up with me. After breaking her heart, there was no way she’d willingly show up to meet somewhere. I’d done a number on her, making her believe that I didn’t want her anymore. She was insane to actually believe anything I ever said, but I couldn’t picture her waiting for me. Business school was rough and I knew she wanted to see the world, and to travel, and there was no way I would’ve been able to do that with her.

  I had to let her go. I couldn’t hold her back from her dreams. Though, from the tabs I’d kept on her over the years I knew she got to do everything she ever wanted. Though now it was apparent she hadn’t found a man to give her a baby, or share a life with just yet.

  I bit my bottom lip, thinking of all the wicked things I wanted to do to her. I missed her so fucking much it hurt me sometimes to think about her. I threw myself into building my business into an empire, instead of focusing on the ache that throbbed inside my chest.

/>   I had to respond to her ad. I’d set up a meeting at one of my favorite restaurants and treat her to dinner like she’d never been treated before. Then I’d spill the beans and tell her if any man was going to give her a baby it was going to be me. I’d loved her since the first day of Kindergarten and there was no way in hell I was going to let her slip through my fingers all over again.

  I opened up a new email and replied with a response, telling her I was the perfect man for the job. I even signed the email with Mr. Perfect. My molars ground together at the thought of another man being with her, and responding to this email. God only knows how many replies she got.

  She was very specific to the kind of man she wanted in her ad though, so I was certain she wasn’t setting up dates with some crazy ass people or maybe she was? If so, I needed to shut that shit down.

  I pondered for a moment wondering if she was still a virgin? There was no real way that could be possible. A woman as beautiful as her had to have met a man that was good enough to take her virginity, at least by now. We were almost twenty-five.

  Then again, Winter was pure, and naïve, and often thought through things before making a rash decision. I guess that’s why the ad surprised me so much.

  I ran a hand through my brown locks. I tried to keep my hair shorter on the sides and longer on top, making styling and brushing easier.

  I loosened my tie feeling as if I was suffocating as I pressed the send button on the email before I could stop myself from doing so. I needed Winter back in my life. She was the air I needed to breathe, the sunshine that made me stronger with each passing day, and I was a dumbass for thinking I could ever live without her. Now all I had to do was try and convince her that we could make this work.

  I’d give her a baby, and in the process… earn back the trust of the one woman I’d ever loved in my life. This ad was a God send, and I’d do it justice by making this work. Winter Montgomery was going to be mine again, and I couldn’t help but feel the need to put a baby inside her as fast as I could.

  Chapter Three

  WINTER

  I read through the emails I received from the ad. By ten am the next morning, I had over fifty emails in my inbox. Some were cheesy, and others were downright disturbing, some people included pictures of their penises. I almost puked looking at them. However, there was one from a man that called himself Mr. Perfect. That particular email stuck out of the group like a sore thumb. He was professional, spelled everything correctly, and even set up a reservation for us to meet up for dinner. My heart pounded furiously in my chest. I was terrified and elated all at once. I’d never felt two conflicting emotions at the same time. Then again, I didn’t really expect such a huge response from the ad I posted.

  I guess men were more interested in sleeping with a woman when there were no strings attached. That thought made me nauseated. I didn’t want a man to just sleep with me. I wanted him to want me, but I knew I’d have to give up such a selfish ideal if I really wanted to have a baby.

  There was no big wedding in my future. I’d probably have three kids before the right man came along, and swept me off my feet. Which was fine. I was okay with being a single mother. I’d made a good living wage for myself as a food, and travel blogger and I knew I could support a couple kids all on my own. It was finding a willing, respectable man to create those kids with that was the problem.

  I stared at my cell phone screen, contemplating what I was going to say. Did I give him my cell so we could text? Did I take him up on his offer to meet up and have a couple drinks? I was giddy and couldn’t wait to tell Sapphire. I responded to Mr. Perfect’s email and told him I’d be honored to meet up for a date. I also send him my cell number just in case maybe he wants to text, and then I hit send.

  I try my hardest to ignore all the pings coming from my phone as I get ready for the day putting my hair up in a high pony tail, and making a cup of hot coffee. I’m still in my PJ’s but that’s just one of the many perks of working from home.

  I check my business email, opening and reading each email individually. The very last email I open is from a company that gets me my interviews that I can post on my website. The traffic some of these companies get are insane and it also helps me pay the bills so it’s a win, win right? That is until I see the company name, and the photo of the man they want me to interview…my mouth pops open and then snaps shut.

  Holy shit. I lick my lips and stare at the photo of the only man I ever loved. The one man who truly ruined me for all others. I narrow my gaze on that image and wish like hell he wasn’t so damn beautiful. His dark brown hair is a little longer than it used to be on top, but his eyes, they’re the same honey color they always were, the perfect mixture of brown and gold mixed together. His teeth are white, and even though he looks older, he looks fit as hell.

  Before I realize it my mouth is watering and I know there is no way in hell I can agree to interview a man from my past, better yet one that decided to smash my heart into a million pieces before walking away from me.

  The email has ruined my good mood, but I press forward grabbing my phone to scroll through the messages. When I see a message from an unknown number my heart flutters in my chest.

  UNKNOWN NUMBER:

  It’s Mr. Perfect. I can’t wait to see your gorgeous face. Wear something elegant, though I don’t plan to let you keep it on very long.

  I gulp, and I can feel my cheeks heat. I know it’s wrong to feel this way about a stranger. It’s dirty, and oh so bad, but it feels great, and the mystery of it all leaves me craving this man more.

  My fingers shake as I type back a reply, hoping I don’t sound like a complete idiot. I have numerous dresses in my closet but nothing as elegant as I may need for this meeting. I decide I’ll wear the little black dress I’d been waiting to wear till I met the man of my dreams. It hugs me in all the right places, and it has a sexy as hell slit up the side of it. If the man doesn’t have me undressed by the time we leave the restaurant then I’ll have him undressed.

  I smirk to myself feeling confident for the first time in months. I’m beautiful. I have a very good career, and I know I can find a man who wants me. A man that will cherish and protect me.

  My thoughts drift back to Silas and the email that I was sent. I’ll have to respond eventually, but I can wait it out a little bit. I’m not ready to commit to anything just yet. Feeling as if I’m on top of cloud nine, I message Sapphire and tell her the good news. I’m so excited to meet the man that may very well be the father to my child, or maybe even children. I bite at my bottom lip and my mind wanders…

  I wonder if I’ve always been this curious, and thirsting for more or if for once I’m actually putting one foot in front of the other to discover a life outside of the four wall’s I call my home? Maybe this ad and mystery man is just what I need to start a new chapter in my life.

  Chapter Four

  SILAS

  I’d called one of the companies I did business with for the production company I owned. One of many different ventures I held. It was a special effects unlimited company. I had something specific in mind for them to do. They’d been working on it for 6 hours already and Holt the owner of the company came himself.

  “So, you want this to fool someone as to your identity?”

  “Yes,” I replied to his straight to the point question as the makeup assistant coated my face with this resin. I knew for sure I was going to sweat under this thing.

  Holt raised a brow at me.

  Yes, we had been friends for a few years as he was building his company like I’d been building mine. “Well, you don’t need to rob a bank, not with your holdings,” he joked.

  “Listen, it’s about a woman,” I whispered, though I’m not sure why as the assistant was right next to me as he slowly tugged the contraption down over my face.

  Holt grinned. “Okay. That might explain half this craziness. What? You think she’s a gold digger and wants your money?”

  I tried to remain still a
s the assistant wasn’t done tugging the mask down over my cheeks.

  “Sorry Mr. Stuart, he cannot speak during this stage,” the assistant advised.

  “Well, okay. Maybe I’ll get the answers in a while when he can move his lips.” Holt looked highly amused.

  He should be curious and he should be amused. I would be if the roles were reversed. I wouldn’t go this far for just any woman, or just a date. I know it is crazy and he has every right to look at me the way he is. I am paying 3,000 dollars for a dammed mask like they wear in those Mission Impossible movies. Yes, I am nuts.

  I had to conceal my face somehow. I didn’t want to hide who I was, but I also didn’t want to give it away. If Winter could tell who I was right off the bat then I’d remove the mask and we’d spar with our words. But if she couldn’t tell who I was and was merely interested in what I could provide her I’d take her sweet ass right against the wall in the bathroom. I wasn’t going to wait to lay claim to the woman I’d always loved even if she wasn’t aware that it was me, her ex-boyfriend who was doing so.

  With a promise to explain all of it later, they both left my house. I had no time as I still had to dress and there was some resin on my neck still. I rushed through the next hour and had my driver take me to the restaurant.

  I wasn’t used to feeling so anxious, usually I was calm, cool, and collected but today, I was a nervous ball of energy. Knowing I’d be seeing a woman I hadn’t seen in years in just a few minutes had my knees buckling, and my hands clammy.

  I gulped took a swig of whiskey from my glass, letting the amber liquid warm me from the inside out. Then I saw her…she just entered the restaurant. She wore a tight as hell black dress with heels that would look perfect against my shoulders. Fuck! Suddenly, everything became overwhelmingly hot. I loosened my tie and watched at the hostess brought her over to our table.