Sitting up in my bed again, I went over to my sofa, popped out my laptop and went job shopping.
I scrolled through many websites.
Nope.
Nope.
Definitely wasn’t gonna work. Being a waitress was like working for measly amounts of money while pretending I was so happy to be serving up gross food to rude people. I would rather go back to stripping than do that.
I would rather have Grant’s baby.
Yup, Grant was going to be my meal ticket. But this womb right here wasn’t going to go for five hundred thousand.
The phone burned in my palm as I searched out his office number and dialed it. Normally I wouldn’t expect someone to be there at this hour but I had a feeling Grant was a workaholic. It rang once before he picked it up.
“Stacy,” he said, his deep voice threaded with authority.
“A million dollars,” I demanded. “I know you’re good for it. And we need to talk details.”
I tried to keep it together, but my voice wavered, giving me away.
“You drive a hard bargain. But fine. We can do that. Let’s meet.”
“O-okay,” I stuttered. So much for keeping cool, calm, and collected.
His voice came through the phone so clear and distinct. There was no holding back; he was a thousand percent sure of what he was doing.
Me? Well, I was trying.
We hung up and I realized that I didn’t even ask him where we were meeting up. Getting dressed, I decided to get a little sexy.
The whole time I was getting dressed, I couldn’t believe my sudden good fortune. Sure, I’d have to get knocked up and have a baby to cash in, but, it was still a pretty good deal to me.
A million dollars.
Damn, that was amazing. I had really pulled it off.
There was a light knocking sound at the door. It must’ve been Lindsey. She always made it a habit to come check up on me.
Skipping over to the door while I was slipping on my dress that zipped up in the back, I opened the door without even bothering to look in the keyhole first. As soon as I did so, I was face to face with him. My future baby daddy. The guy who would be taking my virginity, and taking over my womb with his own blood: Grant Carter.
Chapter 13 – Stacy
“Wait. You?”
It wasn’t the most eloquent question to come out of my mouth, but it was the first one that had popped into my mind.
He smiled. “Yes, Darling. Me.”
“But how did you…?” I realized that I wasn’t even fully dressed. I was fifty percent into my dress.
“How about I help you zip up and I’ll take you down to the limo to explain more.”
Grant took a quick glance at my studio and turned me around by my shoulders. The electric surge of his skin touching mine was intense and it gave me a severe case of goosebumps.
The zipper glided up and I turned around to meet his eyes. I was surprised to see a softness there, mixed in with the obvious desire. The thought struck me: perhaps he’d chosen me to have his baby because he liked me. Perhaps I liked him too.
No, Stacy, you can’t do this! I yelled at myself. Take his money, sure. Have his baby, sure. But don’t go thinking about romance. Romance was just a trap door to failure.
It ruined people like my mother and it was doomed to do the same for me. My mother had put all her trust into my father, just to be left alone and penniless.
This was strictly business… fun business. If it was sane for me to think of this that way. That was really what it was.
“You look stunning. Please, take my arm.” Grant held out his arm for me to take. This wasn’t a date, I wasn’t his honey. I was his incubator for an heir and that was it.
“I’m fine. Let’s go to your limo and talk about all this stuff further,” I grunted. Heat flushed my cheeks. I was still flattered that someone like Grant offered me his arm. What a playboy. He sure knew his tricks.
“I’d like it if you took my arm, Stacy.”
“I bet you do. Come on.” I closed and locked my door, then turned to the steps.
He grabbed my shoulder and locked his eyes on mine. “Stacy, take my arm.” This wasn’t a request, it was a demand. He was lucky he was good looking or else he’d get smacked. Instead, the dominance in his voice made my core heat up.
Placed in a daze, I grabbed his arm and frowned. I was never the kind to drool over authority figures… but his authority made me listen.
What the hell had gotten into me? This was so not like me.
Whatever.
It wasn’t like agreeing to having the baby of a guy I had just met was anything like me, either. I suppose I was finding out all kinds of things about what I was capable of doing.
He took me down the creaky steps that groaned with every ounce of weight, but he didn’t look fazed. Although I had always been a bit on the heavy side, Grant had to be over two hundred pounds with all those muscles. He didn’t even break a sweat.
Was this arm of his even real? How was it so strong? How did he have time to go to the gym and get these muscles, when he worked so much?
“Wanna explain how you found me?” I asked.
Grant opened the door to his limo and I slid in. Once he was inside, he cleared his throat.
“I had you followed.”
“You what?!” I screeched.
Grant remained nonplussed by my outburst and told his limo to begin driving. To where? I didn’t know.
“Hey, you can’t do that—”
He held up a finger and wagged it. “I’m Grant Carter, I can do anything.” He winked and shot me another grin. A smart ass one this time.
Considering what I was about to agree to do— have a baby with a man old enough to be my own father— I had to admit he was probably right about that.
Chapter 14 – Stacy
He took out an envelope and handed it to me. It was one of those big tan ones. “What’s this? The contract?”
“Yes.”
I took it out and looked at it. I was expecting a novel’s worth of paperwork, but instead it was only two sheets long.
The sex was only when both parties were willing.
No physical violence allowed, and I was to be taken care of by him when the pregnancy was confirmed. There were a few other things that were not out of the normal.
All except one.
He wanted sole custody of the kid once born and I was to disappear.
Not that I had been under any delusion that this was going to be a love child, but it panged at my gut to read that. I sighed.
Sacrifices weren’t easy. And if I didn’t let Grant raise the kid, I’d only end up losing things my own family needed due to lack of money.
Hopefully Grant knew how to love and raise a child.
“Fine. I agree.”
“Nothing about the custody agreement concerns you?” he double checked.
“Not at all. I’m only twenty. Too young to be a legit mom, you know? Plus, you can afford a nanny and all that good stuff. Just be sure to look after your kid and love them, alright?”
Grant lifted an eyebrow. “Of course…”
“Good. Got a pen?”
I didn’t want to discuss this any further. I didn’t want to get attached.
I had already made up my mind that I was going to go through with this agreement, or I never would have called Grant in the first place. But that didn’t make it easy.
He handed me a heavy golden pen that was probably pure gold and I signed the contract.
“I was already on my way over here when you called,” he said. “I had set my office phone to patch any calls through to my cell phone. I was hoping you would contact me. I was already going to offer you more money. I really appreciate what you’re doing for me.”
“There you go,” I said, handing him the pen and contract back in its envelope, and cutting him off without a response. I really, really didn’t want to talk about this any further. “How soon do I get paid again?”
“You get paid only after your pregnancy is confirmed. It was in the contract.”
I lowered my eyes, feeling foolish. I guess I had just been thrown off about the custody thing, because I had read that part. That figures, though, that payment depended on verification of pregnancy. Luckily, someone as young as me should get pregnant very quickly.
Grant bent over a little to get another good look at my eyes.
“Are you alright?” he asked, concerned.
“I’m good. Besides, where are we going?” I stretched out more in the limo, trying to calm myself down. This was a big responsibility, big money.
“My home. It’s in the agreement.”
“Oh yeah, I do remember that.”
We stopped at a red light and a car pulled up next to us. I didn’t even realize we were in the West Golden wing of the city, but the golden Ferrari next to us jogged my memory. This part of town was aptly named. And of course Grant would live here.
“Wow, a golden Enzo Ferrari. Geez, the specs on that car are wild.”
I plastered my face to the window to look at the car. The windows were as black as ink, not that it mattered. I wasn’t concerned about the driver.
The car was a beauty, a walking piece of history.
“You’re a car person?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed.
I went on to explain about the inner workings of a Ferrari and many other super cars alike. Price be damned, there was a lot more to those cars than just price.
We shared one thing in common, cars. He was fond of them too, and since he was rich, I knew he had to own them as well.
“I’m impressed; you like these cars regardless of the price. People shape the car up because of the price tag, but you look further than that.”
“Well, some people do that.”
I was sitting on the other side of the limo, giving Grant his room. Reaching over, he placed his hand on my knee and pulled me over. My ass slid over the leather seats as the heat from his hand lit my body up.
That was a possessive move.
“Hey, what’re you—” I sucked in a sharp breath when he slid his hand up my thighs.
I suppose I should shut up. After all, baby making did involve sex.
But this soon?
Leaning in, he whispered into my ear, “I’d like to start making our baby as soon as possible.”
The growl in his voice made me feel as mushy as kinetic sand.
His hand paused around my thigh and went up further.
Sweet God, I had to wear a thong today.
Grant nestled himself on the crook of my neck, inhaling in my scent. His fingers brushed the base of my thong, making my thighs clamp in on him.
“No, no, keep your legs open,” he growled.
Reluctantly I pried them open and his fingers slipped inside my thong, teasing my wetness. This man made me too horny all too easily.
I looked down at his arm snaked between my legs. Grant tilted my chin so I could focus on his eyes instead.
What beautiful gray eyes and that stubble along such a strong angular jaw. He even had that slight dimple on his chin.
Perhaps I was going to enjoy this new “job” of mine.
His fingers went deeper inside me, causing me to jerk and squeeze my pussy around him.
“G-Grant, here in the limo?” I asked. “Maybe not here in the limo, right?”
I tried to change my question into a statement but it ended up coming back out as another question. He made my body and my mind feel like putty. I couldn’t get out a decisive word around him and that was not like me at all.
My body was acting all out of sorts now. My nipples were hardening against the fabric of my dress, and my skin begged to be let out of it.
Another finger dipped into my folds and I bit back a small yelp.
“You’re sensitive, Stacy. Tell me, are you a virgin?”
Oh shit. He had to bring that up so quickly.
I winced at his expert hands working at my dampness. “W-why?”
“Because,” he pushed his fingers in further and a small bleating yell escaped my lips, “I need to know how rough I can take you.”
My cheeks heated up like an oven, matching the temperature of the rest of my body, which was swooning by now.
Grant took advantage of the room in his limo and crawled over me.
The swollen bump of his crotch brushed against my leg. Damn, he had to be big— a huge cock to match the size of his ego.
I still hadn’t answered his question, and he didn’t seem to be in a big rush to hear my answer— or at all, for that matter. I liked how slow he was taking things. It built anticipation. Grant began to work down the sides of my dress so he could expose them, and just as he had the outer ring of my areolas showing, the limo screeched to a halt.
At first, I was a bit excited at the thought that we could be caught like this, and that surprised me. But not as much as what actually happened.
We fell off the seat and Grant grunted, irritated that the snack he had just embarked upon eating had been interrupted. And I was too, to be honest.
He pushed a button to talk to his driver. “Mr. Winston, what on earth?”
“Sorry sir,” the old man spoke, “There was a car that nearly side swiped us. Are you and your guest okay?”
Grant sighed. “Yes. Thank you, Mr. Winston. Continue on.”
I suppose we had no other choice. After all, we had already come this far. And I was enjoying it even more than I thought I would.
Chapter 15 – Grant
Stacy was shaken by the sudden braking of the car. So I strapped her in and we arrived back at my condo penthouse.
“You live here?” she asked, looking all the way up the glass skyscraper.
“Yes. Impressive, isn’t it?” I said, grabbing her hand.
She looked down at my hand and smiled.
“Very. Must be nice to have no worries about much of anything.”
We walked inside the building. I even had my own private elevator here. Inside was decked with golden accents and the best smelling air fresheners. Every little creature comfort imaginable. I guess sometimes I took it all for granted. Especially when there was still one thing I didn’t have— a baby.
Looking down at Stacy’s beautiful body, though, I had to admit there was something else I didn’t have, as well. A lot of somethings, actually. Love. Romance. Companionship.
I had always thought these things were unnecessary or even bad. Now, I was starting to second guess everything. That’s why I had to keep this arrangement business like and stay focused on the fucking contract.
“What do you mean?” I asked Stacy, even though I had a good idea. “Because I’m rich?”
She looked down at her feet and tilted her head to the side. “Yeah. Financial worries can kill a person, you know?”
“Yes, it can. But I still have my worries. Very far in between however.”
“I guess they are very few,” she chuckled.
“How about you? Do you have many worries?”
The elevator arrived and we got inside. Stacy’s eyes widened with the decor. “Yes, I do. What a beautiful elevator.”
“Thank you.”
“You must’ve designed it,” she pointed out, running her hand on the wall of the elevator.
“How did you know?” I cocked an eyebrow.
“Because, it resembles the one at your workplace. And since you own that building and it’s a private elevator as well, I could only guess.”
Stacy rubbed her arm and sat down on one of the small seats in the elevator. In under a minute we were hoisted up to the twenty first floor where the entire floor was mine.
“Wow, your place is huge,” Stacy said, stepping into my main living room.
The windows were from floor to ceiling. Impressive views and a wonderful balcony. I stayed behind her as she wandered my living room, looking at everything from the carpet to the furnishings.
This scene struck me.
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br /> It was different.
I had never brought a woman back to my place. I preferred fucking them in the more impersonal confines of my office or elevator or limo. But Stacy… she looked like she belonged in my penthouse.
She stopped at the balcony window and scanned over the horizon.
“Would you like to go out on the balcony?” I asked her.
She nodded her head and I placed my hand on the balcony door to open it. As I did so, my body bumped against hers.
Enough with all this teasing. I wanted her now. Closing the window, Stacy turned around and pouted.
“What gives? Something wrong?” she asked.
“I want you. Now. I wanted you ever since I saw your picture from Willow.”
Stacy slapped her hands on her hips. “So that little stunt of yours in the elevator wasn’t a test, was it?”
“No, it was me thinking with my dick, I’m sorry.”
Stacy rolled her eyes and went around me. “Well, I do need the money, and you need to keep yours. So let’s get to it.”
Stacy began to shed off her clothes. Yes this was an agreement, but I didn’t want our sex to be dull or forgettable. I wanted her to remember every detail.
“Stop.”
“What?” she said, dropping the hem of her dress down.
“To the bedroom,” I instructed, pointing her to the double doors down the hall from the living room.
“Okay—”
“And Stacy.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“I know there’s nothing but an agreement between us, but I’d still like it if our sex was more… natural. Meaning, I get to initiate however I please.” I motioned my hand in a scoot scoot fashion. “Now off to the bedroom.”
Her cheeks gave off a faint glow of red. If she had never been dominated, which, I suspected she had not been, then she didn’t know what she was in for. But as I stared at her gorgeous body with its power to make me weak, I began to realize that perhaps I didn’t know what I was in store for, either.
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