Chapter 13
(Tanya)
“Wow…” I whispered, body surging with pleasure in the aftermath of my orgasm. Once again, Everett had rocked my world, making me scream and quiver. My pussy was sore, but still, it craved him more than ever.
So, I rolled on top of him, about to playfully start kissing his neck when I noticed the serious expression on his face.
“You need to sign the contract,” he said.
“Can’t we do it in a little while?”
“No.”
“What’s the sudden rush?” I asked. “If you’re so worried about it, why didn’t you make me sign it before we started this?”
He didn’t answer me. Instead, he got up, tossed on a pair of sweatpants, and disappeared out the door.
I blinked, trying to figure out what had just happened. Had I done something wrong? Had I upset him somehow? This wasn’t making any sense.
Quickly, I scrambled to my feet. I grabbed my dress off the floor, but it was ruined. With no other choice, I grabbed his shirt and shrugged it on. It barely covered my ass, making me blush. Nonetheless, I ventured out of the bedroom, searching for Everett. I needed to figure out what the hell was going on.
I couldn’t understand how he had gone from making love to me to suddenly acting so stiff. Sure, he was a businessman, but this seemed a bit much.
Finally, I found him in his office, mulling over a document. “You need to sign this,” he said not even bothering to look up at me. “Now.” His voice was strained, almost angry.
“Everett, what is going on? What’s gotten into you?”
“I just want to do things right,” he responded, expression calm.
I stared at him, looking for the answers he was not telling me. “Okay, but let me read it first. If I’ve learned anything from working with you is that you must always read a contract.”
He nodded, handing it over.
For a moment, I thought about sitting in his lap, hoping that would lighten the mood but it seemed that the time for playfulness was over. This was strictly business.
I was starting to get worried. Was I a fool to think that there could be more to our relationship? He wanted a surrogate – not a girlfriend. Still, I tried to remain positive as I read through the contract.
The wording was cold and distant. It spoke about our relationship as if it were a run of the mill transaction. He’d fuck me. I’d get pregnant. Then, I’d have the baby. Payment would follow. That’s all he wanted, a baby, nothing more, nothing less.
“Everett?”
“Yes?” He looked up, eyebrow raised in question.
“Tell me, honestly, what you want out of this?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Us,” I emphasized the word. “What do you want out of us?”
He didn’t answer for a moment; fingertips pressed together in front of his face. He was thinking, brow furrowing ever so slightly. His shoulders were tense. “I’ve learned from my past, that it is very hard to trust people.” He began. “So, I want to make sure that things remain completely transparent between us. I do not want a relationship with you, Tanya. I am not asking for you to be my girlfriend.”
I felt my heart crack. The tiny sliver of hope I had been holding onto slipped through my fingers. What was the point, then? Why had I agreed to this? Deep down, I knew the reason. I had fallen for this man. I had fallen for him long ago, just pining for him from the sidelines, praying and wishing that he would notice me. Now he had but not as a love interest but a baby maker. I felt sick to my stomach.
“I want an heir. At the birth of the baby, you’ll be paid the million dollars. You’ll raise the child. I’ll provide the funding until their 18th birthday. At that point, they’ll move in with me, so I can teach them about the family business.” He was speaking so robotically. Did he really believe all this?
I shook my head. “Everett, listen to yourself. You’re talking about your future child as if they were some commodity. Is that the father you want to be? Wouldn’t you rather have a child with someone you l –”
Before I could say the word, he held up his hand, cutting me off. “You do not have the right to judge me.” He growled. “Either, you sign this contract or I have you terminated from the company.”
“Terminated? On what grounds?” The thought of losing my job terrified me. How would I pay the bills? Rent? In an expensive city, the loss of income was detrimental.
“In your employee contract, it expressly states that you may not have intimate relations with anyone in the company.”
My eyes widened. “So, you tricked me so that you could blackmail me into having your child?”
“No.”
“Then, how the hell do you explain what you’re doing right now?”
“You told me last night that you wanted to have my baby. I did not question your motives. I would appreciate if you did the same for me.”
“I can’t believe this.” I could feel anger bubbling in my veins, fists shaking by my side. I had trusted this man – I had given him my body thinking that maybe, just maybe there was more to him than a businessman who just ruthlessly took what he wanted. I guess I was wrong.
“Well, are you going to sign the contract or not?”
Without a word, I snatched the pen from his hand and signed the document. Unable to look him in the eye, I turned on my heels and headed for the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
I ground my teeth in frustration, halting just before the threshold. “Home.”
“But, we have a dinner to attend. And it expressly states that you’re required to go to social functions with me.”
“Fuck off,” I growled.
“Are you going against the contract?”
“Why are you doing this to me?” I finally asked, turning to look at him, eyes pleading. “What have I done?”
He did not answer. Instead, he got up and looked out the window, expression somber.
I watched him, trying to figure out what was going on, mind jumbled into a scramble. “Everett… please… if I did something, just tell me. I can’t stand being treated this way.”
“It’s for the best. This way, no one gets hurt.”
No one gets hurt? I scoffed….too late for that.