Seven: No shit

Jill 

I widened my eyes in shock, and suddenly began to cry within me. Why was she disagreeing? I thought they appreciated me.

Honestly, as soon as I entered the doctor's office and my eye caught theirs, the wife of the big guys I wanted to do the surrogacy for, had been eyeing me crazily like she had known me a really long time ago. She stared like I had done something unacceptable to her in the past. Who the heck was she? Rich people, so disgusting!

But at the point I was in my life, getting annoyed wasn't the best thing to do. I didn't even know the amount of money they were going to pay me. And staring at them, they seemed like they were going to give me some really great amount. And also, the doctor had said that it was their first child after three years of being married. I could imagine how determined they'd be. But with her actions, they weren't so determined after all. 

"What are you saying Mrs Flores?" The doctor stood from his seat, looking so tired and frustrated. Goodness knew how hard it must have been for him to get them a surrogate. 

"Trisha." Her husband called her name, standing up as well. "What's gotten into you again? Do you think this is a joke or something?" He frowned a little, looking tired as well. Judging from the little scenario, I could tell that the lady was somewhat troublesome. 

As he called that name, it made me involuntarily fold my brows in puzzlement. If the doctor called her Mrs Flores, and her husband called her Trisha, did it mean that they were the...The Flores?! The famous billionaire in New York?! Oh my God! If that was it, then I was going to be paid a great deal of money. Jeez, this lady needed not to fuck the whole thing up. This was literally a great breakthrough for my family and I.

Her husband walked to me, seeming so worried by his wife's action. As he stood in my front, all I could think of was, 'What the heck? A big man like me standing in my front?!' 

It frankly felt so amazing. How in the world did I get to be the surrogate of such great people?

"Ma'am." He called me, jolting me out of my thoughts. "I'm so sorry for this commotion. Don't feel discouraged to do this."

"Discouraged?!" I unknowingly squealed. Damn, I didn't want to do that. 

But seriously, how could I refuse to do it. I ought to be begging them instead. I was going to be the surrogate of the 'Flores?' A billionaire's surrogate? 

"N-no problem at all. I can understand your wife totally." I uttered again, and regretted spilling that out. I didn't even understand the crap at all? What was I saying? I needed to control myself really quickly. 

"I...I mean...no problem at all. I'll wait to listen to her." I tried to cover up my craziness. 

"Thank you." He swallowed, and turned back to his wife.

Looking at the guy, I felt a little bit of pity for him. He looked really concerned about his wife's actions. He also didn't seem egoistic, because he literally apologized to a middle class lady like me. So humble a person. 

"Trisha dear." He caressed his wife's cheek as she stood like an angry robot, tucking her arms across her chest like she was undergoing a punishment. "Don't do this please. You already promised to agree to this, what happened again?"

I tried resisting the urge to roll my eyes and huff out badly. What a lucky husband she had. He was begging her to have their child? Yuck. Many rich dudes out there wouldn't have thought twice before punishing their wives, and threatening to send her away. What a beautiful soul he had. 

I really appreciated him instantly. It was just so sad that he had such a crazy wife. She deserved to have the kind of boyfriend I used to have. My old guy, Moguel, was a weird and frustrating idiot. Although he was such a big and bad guy that every girl liked, he only ended up being a gay. That was really good for me actually. 

"And what if I promised you?" The lady finally spoke. "It isn't fair to just do everything in a rush. You didn't give me enough chance to think a little."

Oh my, oh my. My body started to itch badly. She was starting to frustrate me too much. Couldn't she see that she was being opportuned to a lot of things. She wasn't going to have to carry a child in her belly for nine month, no constant medical treatment, no heavy load in her belly, no swollen boobs, no labor pain. And to wrap it all, she even had an adorable husband! Why couldn't she see the value of everything she had?!

"I'm so sorry for that dear." Her husband tried to convince her again, moving forward to soothe her wavy hair that was above her shoulder. "I understand you completely. It's just that we have limited time to this. This is a great opportunity to do what we need to do. Please Trisha."

I finally rolled my eyes, and breathed out to make them know that I was sick of their trash. No, of her trash. 

"Can't we do this later?" She remained adamant, not even seeming like she was ready to go back on her words. 

He moved closer to her, and cupped her tiny waist in his hands. "No dear. Let's do this please."

Her actions were only enraging me, and at the same time making me nervous. What if she wasn't going to agree? My mom? My Liam? My long effort? My great lie? No, no. Definitely not. This lady was going to ruin my great sacrifice. 

 "But no Jace. I don't feel like doing it now." She said again, obviously increasing the frustration rank of the already frustrated doctor. So sad. I pitied the old man. 

"Please Trisha." The Jace guy continued to plead. 

She turned to me, and eyed me with her ugly eyes. "I mean, look at her. How can this thing be the one to carry our long sought child?" She sputtered. 

And, Oh. My. God. She called me a 'thing?' And yeah, that was it. My father, Shanice, my sister, my mother, had always taught me to know my right to deal with things. I couldn't let their favor ruin my self respect. 

"Hello Madam." I called, obviously sounding flustered. 

She turned to face me, pulling a 'who is this shit?' face. Woah, this lady didn't know she was speaking to an ass. A crazy ass. 

"What?" She asked pointedly, showing so much uninterest. 

I raised my hands, and snapped my finger in the air. "Excuse me lady. Could you be a little bit nice?" I requested, still trying to keep calm a little. 

"Nice to a low class like you? A beggar? A shit?" She prattled. And that increased the scale of my boiling body. 

"You are so mean." I cried silently amid clasped teeth, unable to hide my wrath any longer. 

She walked past her husband and sauntered to my front, wearing a smirk. An intimidating and vexatious one. 

"Who are you? So a crap like you needs some respect?" She folded her arms across her chest, keeping her smirk. 

I scoffed in disgust. It was obvious that she didn't know the kind of person she was speaking to. "So a barren like you needs some respect?" I uttered, leaving her to gape with no word spilling out of her mouth as she moved her lips back and forth. 

That was a fifty to fifty. My words left her speechless. I knew it was so wrong to insult a lady in that form, but when it dealt with my self respect, any word, be it bad or good, could be said by me. 

And wow, I didn't know what I was doing. I actually needed to work for them. 

Her angry and intimidating look turned into a total sulk. She obviously wanted to cry. And good for me, that was victory. Victory for almost getting intimidated by a mean idiot. 

I linked my arms to each other, and settled it on my chest, wearing the simper that she had worn before. It was my turn. No shit could speak badly to me and go freely. No shit.