Chapter 3: tempting offer

Chapter 3

Abigail's POV 

“Oh, shit. Are you for real?!” Gigi exclaimed as I filled her in on the events of the previous night. I found her in my house when I got back from the bar that morning. Yes, I gave her a spare key to my apartment.

 Apparently, she had also ended up drunk and she still managed to drive to her apartment! Real crazy. 

“Yes, I am damn serious,” I told her. “infact, I am still sore from the activities of the night” 

“Oh, my! I am so excited for you!” Gigi exclaimed, “come on, give me all the details! I told you, you were going to get laid and see, it happened!”

I rolled my eyes, “It only happened because I wasn't in the right state of mind. But I can't deny the fact that I had a really nice time.” 

Gigi looked at me with widened eyes, expecting more information. 

“Was he huge? Was he muscular? Was he sexy? Did he have a deep voice?” Gigi threw those questions at me all at once. 

“He was in fact all of those things” I said with a smile, remembering his deep voice from last night when he told me to not hold back. 

“He is definitely a keeper. Did you get his contact?” Gigi asked, hoping I did and I knew she would be disappointed with my response. 

“Unfortunately, I didn't” 

She grabbed a pillow and began hitting me with it. I raised my hand to shield my face from her pillow assault. 

“Why didn't you?! He could have been a potential soulmate” She scolded me then after a few seconds she stopped hitting me with the pillow.

“What part of I wasn't in the right state of mind yesterday did you miss? He might even be a gigolo, I had a nice time with him and that's all that matters. He offered what I needed” I assured her and had to input the fact that he might be a gigolo to calm her down. 

“Oh…” she exclaimed in realisation. 

Just then my phone pinged and I picked it up and saw a notification, it was an email from the surrogacy agency I applied to. The content of the email stated that my client's family—the family I am acting as a surrogate for—have invited me for a surrogate mother interview that evening.

My eyes widened in surprise, I wasn't scheduled for a meeting with my client's family till the next month, so why the sudden change of plans.

“What's wrong?” Gigi questioned me with raised brows, she must have noticed my reaction. 

“My client's family wants to meet me tonight” 

“Oops. That is too sudden, was the reason stated in the email?” Gigi asked.

“Not at all. They just wrote that I would be picked up this evening from my apartment and nothing more” I told her.

“Wow, that is strange. But anyway, you have to be prepared.” 

“That is the thing, I am not mentally prepared!” 

“Then you can be physically prepared” she winked at me then stood up and strolled to my closet. Then she began throwing outfits at me, “hurry, make your choice” 

I stared at the outfits she was throwing at me. They all weren't something that should be worn for such a delicate meeting. They were either too short, too revealing or strapless! 

I looked at them one after the other, contemplating telling her to look for a more decent outfit but then decided against it. This is my style and there's no point trying to be different to please people. 

At the end of the day, I settled for a low cut fitted, body hugging top that accentuated my curves, a high waisted tight fitting leather pants and a stiletto and also pairing it up with a choker.

Gigi's eyes widened in admiration as she stared at me when I got into the outfit, “perfect choice. You look so hot!” 

I smirked at her, my hype woman. 

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Later that day, 

It was evening and almost time for the meeting I had with my client's family. I quickly got dressed in the outfit I earlier picked and then curled my long hair, giving it a middle part and leaving it to fall down my back. 

Gigi left about an hour ago, according to her, she had something really important to do.

Just as I was applying finishing touches to my outfit, my doorbell rang and through my bedroom window I could see a black limousine parked outside and a guy in black suit and shades standing right outside my door. 

I went downstairs and grabbed a baseball bat then asked, “who is that?”

“I am here to pick up the surrogate mother” was the reply I got. 

Then I opened the door, still holding the baseball bat protectively in front of myself.

“I would appreciate it if you drop that and follow me,” the man said, pointing at the baseball bat in my hand.

“No.” I said adamantly, then picked up my purse, locked the door and said, “lead the way” 

The man remained standing beside the door and gestured for me to be in front of him. I refused to listen and we just stood staring at each other for a few minutes. Until he checked the time from the black wristwatch on his wrist and said, “it's getting late. Boss doesn't like people keeping him waiting” 

I huffed and marched to where the limousine was parked, opened the door and entered in. 

The man in black went to the other side of the car and opened the door to the driver's seat then once he was seated, he turned on the ignition. 

After a long ride, we finally arrived at a huge estate gate with a beautiful structure, then after the security confirmed who we were, he let us in. As the car drove past the silent street, I couldn't help but stare in awe at the different modern structures of the houses.

But after driving for a while, the man stopped the car then turned to me and said, “I was asked to blindfold you.” 

Blindfold me? What sort of game is this?! If not for the fact that I desperately need money for my mother's treatment I wouldn't have even thought of doing this. 

He must have noticed the glare I was giving him because he raised his arms and said, “Boss’ order”

He then stepped out of the car and opened the door to the back seat then brought out a blindfold and placed it over my eyes. Immediately all I could see was black. 

I had no choice but to comply because at this present moment. This was my only chance of getting the money I needed. After the contract is over, I will be free to do whatever I want. 

He turned on the ignition again and we drove for a while before the car finally came to a halt. Then the door to the backseat was opened and I was guided outside the limousine. I could feel the gust of cool wind against my skin and that caused goosebumps to form on my skin. 

“Careful” I heard the voice from the man that was guiding me, then I heard the sound of the entrance door opening and shutting, and finally I felt the man guide me to sit on a wooden chair.

So I sat there with the blindfold still intact. 

I heard a hushed conversation, then a few strides and then I felt cold fingers at the side of my face and the next second, my blindfold was yanked off. 

And I came face to face with the same man I spent the previous night with, and to say I was shocked is an understatement. 

It seems like he also recognised me because I saw a hint of recognition flash across his face. I really hope he isn't the person I am acting as a surrogate for.

He sat down directly in front of me, and pinned me with a glare. The only thing separating us was a small desk placed between the two chairs. He was dressed in a black suit and he appeared to have gotten a new haircut so he looked even more handsome than the previous night. 

He leans back against the chair, tapping his index finger on the table, “Hello. Again” he said, confirming my assumption that he recognised me from the previous night.

“Hello” I responded, using the same tone.

“To begin with, I am Logan Everett and I am not a gigolo”

I almost choked on my saliva, suddenly remembering the fifty dollar note I left for him the previous night. “Noted” 

“Good. Now that we have that out of the way, we have to get to the most important reason you are here. I want you to be the surrogate mother for my child” He said, going straight to the point. 

Did I know something like this could happen? Yes. 

Did I prepare how I would react to it? No.

“W-what did you say?” I asked again. 

“You heard me right, I do not repeat my words” he said, quite coldly.

“Why does it have to be you? Is there any way I could change my client?” I asked again, this time more confidently.

“No. You can't” he said, unfazed. “You really do not have a choice now.” 

“It's my life and decision. It clearly states on the terms and conditions that a surrogate can decide to change her client” I said stubbornly, not wanting to be in the same space with him any longer. 

He narrowed his eyes, “seems you missed a very important part of the terms and conditions, which is ‘only if the client agrees to that’”

“Then you can agree to that. It isn't that hard” I suggested, giving him a hint.

“What if I say I don't want to” 

“You have to” I persisted 

“No. I will not” he deadpanned

“But I said I do not want this contract again” I said, my voice rising a notch higher.

I saw his jaw tick and I recognised it as a sign of him losing his patience. 

“Try that again and you won't like what I'll do to you” he said, I knew he was referring to me raising my voice at him.

“But, this is unfair! I do not—” I couldn't finish my statement before he grabbed my hand and forced me to lay down on the sofa then leaned into me, his knee between my legs and towering over me. 

“As long as I do not consent to it, You have no say.” He said to me in the same unfazed manner. 

It was at that point I noticed the position we were in. I don't want a repeat of last night so I just nodded and remained still, “okay. This contract is only for the duration of the nine months period. I only agreed to be a surrogate and I am not selling myself” 

Logan smirked at me, “seems like you missed out on one very important detail in the contract.” 

I glared at him

He leaned closer then said, “the contract specifies natural surrogacy. Which means you would have to have sexual intercourse with me repeatedly” 

I let out a gasp, I really should have rear the contract thoroughly before proceeding to sign it. I never even knew there was something like natural surrogacy!

“Now. That shouldn't be a problem right? Considering the circumstances at which we met. No point being shy right now” he continued, teasing me and pressure of his knee increasing between my legs and causing a funny feeling between my legs.

I shook my head repeatedly, “No,no,no. I am no longer interested in this contract” 

“Are you sure?” He asked with raised brows. Slowly moving his knees up and down between my legs. The material of my pants was light so I could feel effect of what he was doing.

“Yes” I forced out, trying to distract myself from the stimulation that was building up. 

Seems like he noticed my reaction then he stopped, “even if I offer you an additional five million dollars?” 

I gasped, who was this man and how could he come up with an offer so tempting. It is even more than what I'm supposed to earn from the original contract! It would really help in solving my problems financially and I would finally be able to pay my for mother's surgery.

I weighed my options, should I back out from this contract and forfeit a whole five million dollars or endure it and get the money I need to solve majority of my life problems.

I stared up at him, “Are you being serious?” 

“A hundred percent. I am a man of my words” He said with so much pride.

I hated the fact that I would have to go through this but I just nodded, “alright, I agree” 

The things we go through just to get the financial aid we need.