Love Accidental (A Romance Compilation)

by Tia Siren

  I read everything the site had to say, and I could see whoever was doing this was really professional and serious about what they were doing. I found it hard to comprehend all that they were saying. The information was clear enough. It just seemed too much to be believed.

  I started off skeptical, but the more I read, and the more reviews I noticed of satisfied clients, the more I liked the idea. Even Jemima had posted a five-star review, so I knew it was legit. I’d found Jemima’s baby maker!

  I scrolled through the frequently asked questions, and the phone rang.

  “Piper, what are you up to?” Jules shouted through the phone.

  “I’m actually just looking at a website about fertility, and this company improved impregnation through intercourse, rather than any artificial methods,” I explained.

  “Piper, did you actually graduate or did you buy your way out of college and art school?” Jules asked.

  “I graduated, and you know that. Why are you asking?”

  “Just because, sometimes you can be so dumb, it’s unreal,” Jules shouted at me.

  “No, you should see it,” I said defensively. “It’s legit. I can tell.”

  “Well, lots of websites look that way, but when you get into it… God, they lead you into prostitution, or sex slavery, you know what I mean?”

  “Well, I’m going to read it all a couple of times. And if I get to the stage where it means actually having to meet someone, it will be in a highly public location.”

  “Well, I’m still not convinced,” she said with concern in her voice. “It all sounds very suspect to me.”

  “To put you at ease, you can even come with me when it gets to that stage if you like,” I said laughing. I couldn’t imagine her in the room with me while I was doing the dirty, but if it made her feel better, whatever. I wasn’t going to pay for sex. I was going to pay for someone to help me make a little one.

  “It would make me a little more relaxed about the whole thing. That way, I could get a handle on the situation, so I could see what was going on if there was anything suspect.” Her voice sounded calmer now.

  “I actually only found out about this by mistake. Remember that dining room and bedroom I did last year?”

  “Yeah, that high-class woman, right?”

  “That’s the one. Well, she was having problems with infertility, or that’s what she told me last year. I went around to her place today for another consultation, and it turns out she had a baby since the last time I saw her. She said she got some help from someone. And I found the guy on this site I’ve been telling you about. He’s got a ninety-nine percent success rate.”

  “Well, whoever helped her out must have some really potent sperm inside of them,” Jules said with a giggle.

  “You always have to lower the tone a little, don’t you?” I asked, annoyed. “Hmm? Whenever you see an opening, you slip something in and make a joke out of it.”

  “Well, you do have to admit, a ninety-nine percent success rate. Well, that’s as close to perfect as you can get. Visit him one day, then he blows his wad inside you, and the next thing you know, you’ll be walking down the street with a god-damned baby stroller.” Jules laughed.

  I knew Jules was just concerned about my welfare. I mean, we had known each other for such a long time. Really, we’d become as close as sisters, but without the arguing aspect of it.

  “You should have seen the baby today, though,” I said to Jules. “She was so cute. I’m not sure who the father is, but he has some really good looks about him. Jemima is average looking, but the baby was just stunning.”

  “Well, it sounds like you have your mind made up now. No matter how much I tell you differently, I know you will still come up with the same response.”

  “As a final note, I really want to be a mother now, Jules. I know I want it more than anything.”

  We said our goodbyes, and I hung up the phone. I began to read the site again and again. I had taken to heart everything that Jules had said to me. I looked for anything that could make it appear less than legitimate. There was nothing. Every “I” had been dotted, and every “t” had been crossed.

  The site was the real deal, and I was intrigued. I saved the page to my bookmarks and noted down all the contact details I could. From what I could tell, a client’s full background was checked to make sure there was no family illness and that there were no sexually transmitted diseases present. One of the main stipulations on the site was that the man carrying out the impregnation would bear no responsibility for the child. They were free from all liability once the child was born.

  There was also, basically, a guarantee for the woman to become pregnant. And if she hadn’t conceived in four months, the guy would continue to perform his services until pregnancy actually took place. I could not see anything wrong with the service. And if the guy was this professional, what could be better? He also gave a personal guarantee that each and every client he serviced would enjoy their session to the fullest. No client was serviced if they had an STD.

  There was only one indication of who the guy was. I reckon if anyone had guessed correctly, they deserved a medal. All the home page consisted of was the menu bar and a large head and shoulder silhouette of the guy who performed these miracles.

  The direction which I had to take was clearly laid out in front of me. So, all I had to do now was put it into action. There was one more thing I wanted to know, but there was no sign of it anywhere.

  What the hell is the guy's name and who is he?

  Chapter 5

  Evan

  I finished my second session for the day, and things had gotten steamy. I’d taken longer than expected and wondered if Tyler would still be waiting for me. I quickly showered and headed off to meet him.

  Walking across the parking lot, I looked at the front of Grazini’s. It could have been plucked straight from Tuscany and dumped directly in the middle of this area. The façade was natural. With old-style bricks which had been hand-formed rather than by a more mechanical process. The exterior lights highlighted the black signboard with just the word Grazini’s emblazoned on it in silver, hand-scrawled writing.

  I approached the door and saw the full length of the restaurant, the windows clear of any obstruction. You could see directly down to the kitchen, with the chefs all laboring away amongst the many stainless-steel pans which hung from the ceiling.

  Tyler sat at the bar, and I was surprised he was not checking out the many women who were walking up and down behind him. He had never been one to pass up the opportunity of ogling a good-looking woman when he had the chance.

  I’d known him since we had been in the last year of college together. In many ways, he was very similar to me. He was handsome, but he didn’t have a rugged look. He was cleaner cut. He stood five eleven and had dark blonde hair with blue eyes, and he could charm the panties off a woman, no problem.

  His family had money, deep south money, and they had a lot of it. Ever since I’d known him, he’d been a player, and he also offered male escort services on the side, in addition to working for me. Tyler had known about the Baby Maker thing, but he had always stood his ground in saying it was too risky. He didn’t really disapprove of it, and he was aware of the reasons for me doing it. He also knew where the financial rewards went, so he could understand the motivation behind doing it.

  It was more of an opinion he had about it. He just didn’t think it was entirely ethical. We had many discussions on the subject, and one’s that would draw a line between us. Sperm donors can be anyone, and it’s like a lottery with the kid you can end up with. At least with my service, the kids have a very high chance of being good looking. There is certainly nothing wrong with my genes. Although Tyler wasn’t one hundred percent in favor of my services, it was his opinion. I respected him enough to allow him to have it.

  Tyler was, in fact, one of the only few friends I had. Maybe it was his discreetness, him being a player, or that he had no need to hang on to me for finan
cial assistance of any sort. He had worked for me since he left college, and it was not for the money. He had his own reasons and motivation for doing so; it was nothing to do with his time. Plus, Tyler had a penchant for most things related to computers or technology, so he just enjoyed it.

  Toward the end of college, I’d invented an app for smart phones, and since then we had developed a full set of them. All to cover most aspects related to health and fitness. These were far different than any others. They monitored everything that you did or ate and gave you feedback on what to do to improve your overall lifestyle. Tyler had found his ideal thing to fuck around with on a daily basis, and he loved it. And he just loved to tinker and develop things. I think it gave him a sense of purpose and made him feel useful in the world.

  Standing behind him, I blew into his ear. “Hey there, big boy,” I whispered in a female voice.

  “Evan, I know it is you!” he said, laughing.

  “Why, you have a sixth sense or something?” I asked and smiled broadly.

  “No, there is a huge mirror behind the bar,” he said, waving at me in the mirror.

  “I knew that,” I replied stupidly.

  “So, are we going to eat or what? And then I can bring you up to speed on your real business?” He slid his ass off his stool.

  We grabbed a table by the wall. It would give us the most privacy. We could see what was going on around the restaurant.

  Grazini’s was a real old-school styled Italian restaurant. The bar and counter were topped with white marble. At one end were the freshly baked bread rolls, and at the opposite end were the many bottles of wine they offered.

  There was a golden glow cast over the dining area; this came mainly from the golden fabric on the seats. Then the golden colored walls and copper-coated ceiling. Lighting was supplied by just six old-style industrial lamps that threw out a yellow light. These contrasted with the daylight bulbs which were located in the kitchen.

  This place was old school. The kitchen was in full view of the customers and spanned the whole width of the restaurant. The whole place just oozed authenticity, and the feel was highly rustic, if nothing else.

  “Good evening, Evan, can I take your order?” Stewart, the waiter, asked.

  “I’ll just have Bolognese with garlic bread. Something simple to keep my strength up.” I patted my stomach.

  “And you, Tyler?” he asked.

  “If it’s good enough for him, it’s good enough for me,” Tyler said. “I'll have the same. And a couple of light beers with it.”

  “Five minutes for the drinks and fifteen to twenty for the Bolognese,” Stewart replied. Then he headed off toward the kitchen.

  “You might be drinking both the beers. I have to keep in shape. I’ve cut out all red meat apart from the Bolognese here, and no alcohol.”

  “Jesus, you are one serious health freak,” Tyler said. He loved poking fun at me.

  “If I take care of me, the business takes care of itself,” I replied with a wink.

  “I think you push it to the extreme though. I haven’t seen you eat a candy bar since, well, ever! And I have not seen you drunk in nearly ten years. Don’t you get bored with all this health kick stuff?” He had a quizzical look on his face.

  “Not at all. You know about my mom and my dad’s situation. I just look at them and see what harm can come to our bodies from eating garbage. It’s no joke, you know. Most food can kill you or make you ill. Christ, just look at the fat guy over there. You think that comes from his family? Not at all. That’s all the processed foods and sodas he probably shoves into himself.”

  “Jesus, you make it sound gruesome. I’m content the way I am. And as long as I stick to the gym, I’m happy with myself. Plus, the beer tastes good!” Tyler raised his bottle.

  “You were saying, about the apps?”

  “Forget the apps. They are fine and kicking ass. We’re raking in cash hand over fist with them. Let’s talk about you. It’s just, you’re glowing, even with your immaculate five o’clock shadow. I mean, you are positively glowing. Hard day at the office, was it?” Tyler grinned at me.

  “Well, my second client was a real stunner, and the sex was fantastic. I have no idea why she can’t get pregnant from her husband. Fuck, I would be banging her every chance there was, if it were me. And that’s all you need to know about it.” I shot him a mysterious smile.

  I never divulged too much about the operation, even to Tyler. The less anyone knew about it meant it was safer for the operation and for me. But telling him I’d just nailed another stunner was fun, and I could see a hint of jealousy every time I told him. Free sex on offer with no consequences, what more could a player ask for?

  “If that’s all you're going to tell me, I have to remind you that you need to be at the next meeting for the new app. Oh, and the updates we are about to release need that. That’s if you can tear yourself away from your clandestine servicing.”

  “Don’t you worry about that. I’ll make sure I’m at the meeting. My side business is lucrative and enjoyable, but it’s the apps that keep the money coming in. And it’s the apps that give us the freedom to do as we please.”

  We chatted more over dinner, and Tyler brought me up to speed on everything to do with the business. I hadn’t realized how busy I’d been with the Baby Maker side of things. I’d indeed offered my services to quite a number of clients, and I had no intention of slowing down.

  The evening was growing late, and Tyler was getting restless. He had caught the eye of a couple of beauties who kept glancing in our direction. I knew he had things on his mind, and he wanted to party a little before he headed off home for the night.

  “Just let me know when the next meeting is, and I'll be there,” I said.

  I left the table and left Tyler to his own devices.

  “Right you are boss,” he replied.

  I returned home and turned on the computer. I looked at the screen. There were emails to be checked before I decided to hit the sack. I needed my ample amount of sleep before the following day.

  I began scrolling through my many emails, junk, junk, work, trash. Hello, what do we have here?

  A baby maker candidate. I read through the email and saw what the possible client had to say. The first thing to catch my attention were the descriptive features. Wow… and she had auburn hair and blue eyes.

  Sounds very interesting, just my type and just how Piper used to be.

  She sounded intriguing and may well be worth a follow-up. I finished reading the application and decided to send the next part of the application to the possible candidate. The medical request forms. There were a few people who contacted me, but when they were presented with this section of the process, they somehow managed to duck out of the application. If this one is serious, she’d complete these and send them back without any concerns.

  Part of the next step was also one of the most exciting. The photo. I loved this part of the process. It felt like Christmas when you open something that you just want to play with. But on some occasions, there were some things you just wanted to leave aside. These were the things that you know hold no interest for you. Either way, I still enjoyed looking at the photos. And it was nice to see the many women who thought I could help them, even if my identity was a closely guarded secret.

  I finished reading the questionnaire that had been completed. It was weird because the woman seemed rather unusual compared to a lot of the candidates. Most of them were typically wealthy women who did nothing with their lives apart from shopping or looking for younger guys. Someone they can spend some time with. But this one… Hmm, she seemed different. She worked for a living as a designer. Yes, an interior designer, and other smaller design projects.

  I read the response, again and again. She sounded very familiar to me.

  It can’t be…really?

  Chapter 6

  Piper

  It had been a while since I had lunch with my mom, and I’d made an effort to fit her into my schedule.
All before she harped on me for forgetting about her. She was cool, but she was from an older generation, so she treasured the close-knit family sort of thing.

  “Mom, you always mention this every time we have lunch,” I said frowning.

  For the past few years, Mom had always nagged me about my personal relationships and how I should be thinking of settling down. I’d become financially stable, and the only thing left in my life to complete was the whole cycle of becoming a mother. This, I could agree with. It was just the husband side of it. That was what I’d found myself shying away from.

  “Well, you’re slowly getting older, and time is not kind to everyone, you know,” Mom said. “And once you have lost your looks and a few lines have started to appear, well, you will find that men don’t look at you the same way they used to.”

  I love you Mom, but please God, will you stop talking this way.

  “I’m fine where I am,” I said.

  “You should find yourself a good man while you have the chance, settle down and have a family,” Mom said, sipping her tea.

  My cell phone rang, and I reached into my bag to pull it out. The screen just showed a phone number that I didn’t recognize, but I knew it the clinic calling me with the results from the tests I’d had done.

  The nurse on the line informed me my results were excellent; a clean bill of health. I was overjoyed. They had just confirmed I was healthy. My blood sugar levels were fine, there were no traces of other disorders, and there was no sign of any sexually transmitted diseases.

  I could have answered that last one for them. It had been quite a while since I’d had sex with anyone. Not since my last partner all those years ago.

  “No need to mail them,” I told the nurse. “I’ll swing by and collect them a little later this afternoon.” I hung up the phone.

  Yes, I have the full set. Yee haw!

  I could see Mom looking at me, puzzled, while I’d been speaking on the phone.

  “What was all that about… results, what results?” she asked with concern.