The Married Billionaire's Surrogate An African American Pregnancy Romance For Adults(11)

Her head was all a mash of whirls and tornadoes and if someone asked who she was and where she was, she wouldn’t truly know. She stared at the red dress for a couple of minutes before putting it on. As she watched herself in the mirror, she couldn’t help but think of Cinderella and the one night she had to dance with the prince. I hope my magic doesn’t wear off at midnight, she thought, laughing at herself and her silliness. In no time, her black heels were on, a red lipstick was covering her lips and a black purse was casually hanging from her wrist. She was finally ready.

Sitting on the bed and peering through her small window, her eyes detected a black Audi coming toward the house and she knew that that would be her pumpkin transformed into a carriage. With small steps, she excitedly went outside and there he was – Steven leaning against the hood dressed in a black tuxedo. Right there, right on the spot, it didn’t matter to her that he was not hers or that he was married. Right there if he proposed marriage to her, she would accept with all her heart and live her life with him. Right there, the only thing that mattered was that for once he was entirely, totally, absolutely hers.

“Oh my, Miss Balfe. You truly look…”

“What? Is it too much? I should have –“

“Magnificent,” Steven said and they both started laughing, the tension vanishing.

“Thank you, sir,” she told him and headed for the open door.

It was quiet on the way to the place Steven had picked for them. She was constantly pinching herself to check if it was a dream or something that was really happening to a maid from the neighborhood who simply wasn’t destined for grandiose dinners and expensive cars. There was low music playing and some radio DJ was announcing the top ten songs on the Billboard chart when Steven hit the brake and parked before the shiniest place she had ever seen.

It was a huge restaurant with lights glowing from all the sides, a fountain and a look toward the sea. A dream come true for every girl, Alicia thought and she was more than a hundred percent sure that the dream would end now and she would wake up in her tiny bed. Instead Steven came next to her, gently taking her hand in his. He slightly fondled her black skin and smiled to her before leading the way.

“Didn’t you have a meeting with someone this night? I thought I read that in your reminder and totally forgot to mention it to you,” she told him frankly.

“Oh, but I love ditching meetings for you.” Steven chuckled and kissed her lips.





Chapter 4


“What do you think you’re doing?” Alicia pulled back, startled. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that Steven would kiss her so quickly. “You don’t even know my pet’s name for God’s sake,” she shouted at him.

“I’m sorry.” He reached for her hand, but Alicia put it on her back. She met his owlish look and anger rose up within her. What did he think? That she was some kind of a property to him and he could use her whenever he wanted to?

“Why are you doing this? I am not your mistress and I don’t want to be. I haven’t even answered yours and Elizabeth’s offer yet.”

“Don’t you get it, Alicia? I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you and I will say it a hundred more times if you want. Me and Elizabeth… It was a set-up marriage and it was over before it even began,” he said looking into her eyes.

“I don’t understand… How?”

“There’s nothing to understand, sweetheart. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you no matter your decision about the baby.”

“You’re married, Steven! And… And if I say yes, how can you bring yourself to have a baby with your wife and at the same time love your maid.” Tears welled up in her eyes, both from excitement and pure joy at hearing his confession. He seemed so honest and desperate like a small boy wanting someone to love him like no one ever did.

He came closer to her, placing his wide hands on her forearms and she let him. “Take it easy… Let’s dine first and we’ll have the whole night ahead of us to talk about everything.”

She decided that it was a good idea, nodding at him. Both of them, hand in hand, entered the magnificent restaurant and were quickly directed toward their table. Steven pulled the chair out for her to sit and then occupied the seat opposite of her, all the time staring at her hazel eyes. For no reason, she felt really shy, her cheeks slowly flushing and a wave of uncertainty still passing under her skin. To break the look she turned around and marveled at the huge space and the vines on the walls, but it was truly the white flowers wound up the columns that caught her attention.

Bringing two glasses before them, the waiter asked about drinks and he confidently ordered some French wine and a champagne both with unfamiliar names. She gently smiled at Steven, suppressing the will to compliment his looks. Then a sudden thought stuck in her mind again. The decision she had already made early in the day, even before Steven asked her out and she said it aloud.

“Steven… I want you to know that I made up my mind. I’ll… I’ll be a surrogate mother to your child.”

What she saw in his face was something she had never seen before on any man’s face. Some mixture of bewilderment, gratitude, happiness and love all at the same time. She reassuringly nodded as a tear slid down his cheek and he swiftly wiped it with the back of his hand. The matter was obviously far more important for him than she could understand.