Surrogate For The Billionaire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance

by BWWM Club

  “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.

  “Lateisha, wait!” Bryce yelled, jogging to catch her before she entered the elevator.

  “What?” She asked, the sheen of unshed tears in her eyes.

  “At least let my driver bring you home. I’ll have him come to collect you and your things to move into the penthouse tomorrow morning.”

  Lateisha sighed heavily, turning her head up to the ceiling for a moment. “I didn’t realize you still wanted me to move in.”

  Bryce moved closer, and despite everything he just told himself he cupped her cheek. She flinched and backed away. Bryce dropped his hand.

  “You could still be pregnant. If we find out that you aren’t in two weeks, you can move out and I’ll void the contract,” he said, regret gripping his heart. Why was it so hard to let her go?

  Lateisha nodded. “Okay. But can I ride home alone. I need some time,” she said with pleading eyes.

  Bryce nodded and she turned and stepped into the elevator. He had a horrible feeling he just lost her forever and until now he didn’t even know he wanted her.

  *****

  Lateisha waited until she was in the back of the limo before she cried. Why did she give in and let her body get away from her mind? Bryce looked disgusted with what happened afterwards. It was probably that he couldn’t believe he lowered himself to have sex with a woman without direction who worked in a fast food restaurant. He said it himself right before. She wasn’t good enough for him, but she must be good enough to carry his baby. Fighting back another sob, Lateisha covered her mouth. This wasn’t like her, she didn’t cry; especially not over a man. But Bryce wasn’t just any man. Lateisha did what she had to do to get by, just like her mother taught her. But lately all she wanted was to see Bryce. That revelation set off a new round of crying and it went that way until she got home. Lateisha thanked Gerry as she stepped out and he told her he’d be back tomorrow. Lateisha groaned at the idea of moving in with Bryce but knew she didn’t have a choice. Once this baby was born, she was gone. For some reason the idea of leaving Bryce left her heart aching.

  Slipping into her apartment, Lateisha checked to see if Becky was home. Relieved that she seemed to be out for the night, Lateisha showered and slipped into bed, hoping that when she woke up the silly notion of being with Bryce was dissipated from her head.

  *****

  Lateisha’s move in to Bryce’s house went without incident. He gave her a room on the other side of his penthouse, probably so he didn’t have to see her. But it was just as well for her, because then she didn’t have to be reminded of that disastrous night. The days seemed to go by quickly, with work and her new found job hunting and before Lateisha knew it, two weeks had passed. Today was her day off and the scheduled appointment with the doctor to see if the insemination took. Bryce was going to meet her there from the office. Besides a few hellos and goodbyes they hadn’t spoken much over the past couple of weeks and despite her resolve to keep calm, Lateisha was nervous. Butterflies assaulted her stomach as she entered the office, her eyes immediately finding Bryce. Pretending to be calm she walked up to him and sat down, a seat between them, and nodded in his direction.

  “Hello, Lateisha,” Bryce said properly. Lateisha noticed his newly short hair cut and freshly shaved jaw. The old Bryce was back, Mr. Prim and Proper. For some reason that made her sad.

  “Hi,” she mumbled, looking down at her phone so she wouldn’t have to talk to him.

  After several minutes of awkward silence, the nurse called her back to take a pregnancy test. She had to pee in a cup and get blood taken; the blood draw to confirm the results of the pee test. Afterwards, she waited in an exam room. Glad to be out of Bryce’s scrutiny, she opened her email and began to search through job listings. Frustration built and she decided to close the web browser after a few minutes of finding nothing. Maybe nursing wasn’t for her? Nothing about the job was appealing and she mentally kicked herself for wasting four years in college and accruing countless student loan debts on a career she didn’t want. Lateisha’s mom was a nurse and told her it would be a great, well paying and stable job for her. Unfortunately Lateisha hated it and would have much rather went to culinary school, but her mother told her that was a bad idea. Of course she ended up working with food anyway, in the crappiest way possible.

  The door creaked open and pulled Lateisha from her thoughts. Assuming it was the nurse her heart sped up. Despite all that would happen if she was pregnant, she wasn’t hoping it was negative and that scared her a bit. But it wasn’t the nurse, it was Bryce.

  “Hey,” she said, waving weakly.

  Bryce smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes and sat down in the chair next to the exam table.

  “Lateisha, I…” he started.

  Lateisha held up her hand to stop his sentence. “It’s okay, Bryce. I’m fine. I don’t really feel like talking right now.”

  Bryce sighed heavily and looked away, running a hand through his hair. Lateisha almost laughed because he messed up his perfectly gelled hair and a short lock fell over his eye. Without thinking she reached over and brushed it away. Bryce gasped, grabbing her wrist as he did. That was the first time they had touched since the night th
ey had sex in his office. Lateisha’s breathing picked up, the spot where he held her arm throbbing with awareness. Electricity sizzled between them and for a long while they stayed like that, staring each other in the eye. Lateisha wasn’t sure what this feeling was, or why Bryce was the one that evoked it in her but she knew it was dangerous. If they kept up this way, dancing around one another only to fall again and again into the passion, they would break each other in the end. It was too much, and too intense. But if that was true, why did Lateisha not want to let him go? Not now and not after she had his baby.

  *****

  Bryce looked at his hand wrapped around Lateisha’s dainty wrist. He longed to bring her hand to his mouth and kiss the palm. But that would be a disaster. It would only lead to what happened that night in his office and Bryce wasn’t sure that was a good idea. They were from different backgrounds, they had different goals, it wasn’t meant for them to be together. If that was the case, why did everything feel so right with Lateisha? Sighing with frustration, Bryce finally let go of Lateisha’s wrist and leaned back into the chair. He could see her chest rise and fall in panting breaths and knew his own mirrored it.

  “Lateisha,” he said again; not sure what he was going to say but knew he needed to say something.

  She shook her head and looked at her hands. Seconds later, before Bryce could attempt to speak again, the nurse and doctor came into the room.

  “Congratulations, you two. You’re going to have a baby!” The doctor exclaimed and stood back waiting for them to react.

  Bryce looked over at Lateisha, who was staring at him with surprise. This was it, she was having his baby. Bryce wanted a child to call his own for so long and never imagined the woman that came with it. Suddenly raising this baby without Lateisha didn’t seem right.

  Chapter 6

  Lateisha couldn’t get the look of surprise off of her face at the doctor’s news. Everyone in the room was staring at her waiting for her to respond but she couldn’t. How did a person respond to something like this? She was having a baby with a man, but even though biologically it was hers, the baby wasn’t hers. Something about that made a large lump form in Lateisha’s throat and she had to clear it to make it disappear. Why was she sad? She didn’t want children. A scary thought niggled at the back of her mind but Lateisha was afraid to even think about it. Arranging her features so as not to give away the way she felt, Lateisha cleared her throat again to speak.

  “That’s great! I’m so happy for you, Bryce.” She stood, and wrapped him in her arms.

  He stiffened and Lateisha released him, only he didn’t let her go. She pulled back, and their eyes met. The look in his eyes was back, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. The need to pull away from him was strong but he wasn’t letting her go. From the corner of her eye she could see the doctor and nurse looking at them strangely. What was he doing?

  “Bryce?” She whispered, looking him dead in the eyes.

  “I’m so sorry.” He finally spoke, releasing the grip he had on her.

  “Well, we will give you two a minute. When you’re ready come to the front desk and we will make a few prenatal appointments, etc.” The doctor said, hurrying the nurse from the room.

  Great, now we are scaring the office staff with our strange relationship, Lateisha thought.

  She looked at Bryce, who had backed away from her and was gathering his briefcase to leave.

  “I meant what I said, you know,” Lateisha started, moving towards him. “I’m happy you’re going to get your baby.”

  “Our baby,” Bryce said, which was followed with a look of shock on his own face. “I mean, if it wasn’t for you, there wouldn’t be a baby.”

  Turmoil and emotion clogged Lateisha’s throat again. The thought that plagued her when the doctor announced that they were having a baby resurfaced; could it be that she wanted this baby because it was hers and Bryce’s?

  *****

  Our baby? Bryce thought, mentally kicking himself.

  What was he thinking? That’s the problem, he wasn’t thinking. When the doctor told them that Lateisha was pregnant, all Bryce could think was ‘we’re having a baby’. But they weren’t, not really. Lateisha was having a baby to give to him and then she would walk out of his life forever. A pang gripped his gut but he ignored it. This was business; he didn’t have time for complications. From the corner of his eye, he watched Lateisha as he bent to gather his briefcase. She looked sad. He stood; ready to comfort her against his better judgment, but when he looked at her again the expression was gone. Had he imagined it?

  “Are you ready?” She asked, pulling the door open.

  Bryce nodded and followed behind her to the reception desk. Lateisha made three of her next appointments and one for an ultrasound in a month and they headed out the door.

  “Do you need a ride?” Bryce asked, secretly hoping she would take him up on it this time.

  Lateisha shook her head. “I have to work, I’m going to take the bus right there.”

  “If you’re sure…” Bryce began; he didn’t like her taking the bus alone in the city.

  “I’m okay. I just need some time to myself.” She turned and walked away from him before he could ask her why.

  *****

  Lateisha shook her head as she boarded the bus. The change she deposited clinked its way into the machine and she walked down the narrow aisle and found a seat. Why did she tell him that? Bryce made her speak too freely about what she was thinking, even when she tried to hide it from him. Frowning, she opened the baby app she downloaded while waiting at the bus stop. She put in the date of the IUI to find her due date; it was the same as the one the doctor gave her; April fifteenth. Fighting the urge to rub her belly, she tucked her phone back into her purse and stared straight ahead. She didn’t really have to work, she only told Bryce that so that he wouldn’t insist on driving her back to the penthouse. Knowing Bryce he was headed back to the office and wouldn’t be back until eight o’clock or later, so Lateisha had no worries that he would find her at home when she told him otherwise. Resting her head back on the seat, Lateisha closed her eyes for a moment, exhaustion gripping her like a claw, and thought about her situation. Despite her feelings for Bryce, Lateisha knew she had to remain professional, or she would lose more than just a baby, she would lose her heart.

  *****

  The next four weeks passed in the same fashion as the previous two, Lateisha went to work and came home, searched for jobs and went to sleep. She rarely saw Bryce, and when she did they mostly just exchanged pleasantries. While not showing a baby bump just yet, Lateisha was sporting some mean nausea and exhaustion. There were days where getting through work was a struggle for her because she was either too tired to move or too nauseous to serve food. Vomiting in the break room bathroom became a normal lunch time routine. That particular day, after vomiting upon arrival, and after lunch, Lateisha was taking fifteen with a cold paper towel on her head and a large Coke in her hand; the carbonation helped to ease the nausea. Barely looking at her phone she dialed Becky’s number from memory.

  “Hey, girl.” Becky answered on the second ring, her cheery voice piercing through Lateisha’s pounding head.

  “Hey,” she answered, removing the now warm paper towel and tossing it in the trash.

  “You sound awful,” Becky mentioned with a laugh.

  “I don’t feel so hot either,” Lateisha swigged her soda and almost threw it back up.

  “Morning sickness?” Becky asked, an edge of disdain in her voice

  Ever since Lateisha moved into Bryce’s penthouse and told Becky she was pregnant, Becky had been angry with her. They still talked almost every day, but their relationship was definitely strained.

  Lateisha sighed, “You don’t know the half of it.”

  “It’s a good thing he’s paying you,” Becky grumbled.

  Lateisha balked, never once in the last six weeks had she thought about the money. Odd but all she
wanted was for Bryce to be happy. She decided not to answer Becky’s smart remark and they talked for several minutes about random things. Lateisha hung up and took another sip of soda, slower this time. Her nausea was easing for now and she was starving. Unfortunately she still had another hour left of work.

  Tossing her phone in her purse and locking it up, she grabbed her soda and headed out to the kitchen. Several orders came in with rapid succession and Lateisha didn’t have a moment to think for another hour. When she finally looked up she had five minutes left of her shift. Refilling her soda for the second time, Lateisha walked into the seating area to begin wiping down tables and sweeping.

  “Hello,” Lateisha jumped but quickly realized it was only Bryce who was behind her.

  Why is he here? She thought, setting her drink and the broom down. They had barely spoken in weeks and now he just showed up at her job.

  “What’s up?” She asked, turning to face him.

  Lateisha was always surprised at the reaction she had to his appearance and closeness. Never once had she not felt tingly all over and ready to swoon like a stupid teenager with a crush. At the moment she could feel her body heating at his proximity when she turned. He was right behind her, so close she could reach out and grab him if she wanted to. Part of her actually wanted to but she ignored that part. Bryce looked sexy as hell in his gray fitted suit, crisp white shirt and deep purple tie. Lateisha had to tell herself a few times that ignoring the urge to jump his bones was in fact a good thing. Maybe it was the raging hormones. That’s what she told herself anyway. No matter that she felt this way before getting pregnant.

  “I just came in to check up on you. We haven’t really spoken in awhile. I hope you remembered the ultrasound we have tomorrow,” Bryce said, his hazel eyes looking her up and down as if he were inspecting her for damage.

  Lateisha nodded, turning away from him to wipe the last table. It was better if she wasn’t so close to him while they talked. It was probably a good thing they hadn’t spoken in awhile.