An Unexpected Offer

Tara

Are you for real? Logan Carter? Like you mean the real Logan Carter wants to see me?” I was genuinely surprised that a man like that would be looking for me.

“Yes girl. Logan Carter, son of Authur Carter is looking for you. Hurry girl, you don't want to keep a man like that waiting”, she warned sharply.

“Oh, I've already changed into my regular clothes. I just need to pack a few things. This has got to be good. I wonder what he wants though”, my mind raced with hopeful thoughts. However, I could not easily discard the fear in the back of my mind about meeting a man as powerful as Logan.

“You will find out when you meet him. But my guess is you have caught the attention of a big fish”, she screamed the “bigfish” with so much excitement.

“Logan Carter comes from a long line of billionaires. His family was one very powerful family. There's no one in this city who has not heard about the Carter family. Logan Carter himself is not only the son of a billionaire, he is a billionaire himself. Why would he be looking for me?” I muttered to myself, trying to make sense of this situation.

“Girl please. You sound like you don't know how hot you are. If the man sees you dancing and wants to meet you, it has to be one thing”, Julie laughed.

“Go quickly now. He's waiting in the VIP section” she added when I was done packing my bag.

Despite my reluctance, I knew I didn’t have much of a choice. Right now Logan Carter was a customer and if he was requesting for me, I couldn’t say no, and risk being fired.

As I got closer to the VIP section, I could feel my heart beating faster. I'm not one to be frightened by male confrontation but this was Logan Carter. His father was the founder of Carter Enterprise, a multinational company. Logan Carter himself was also an established businessman. He was the founder of Logan Group.

By the time I got to the VIP section, he had stepped out so I waited for him. Then I saw him. He had his back to me. He was wearing a black suit with beautiful brown hair slicked to the back and for a moment, my body tingled with sensations I didn’t quite understand. When Logan Carter arrived,his commanding presence filled the room, and I braced myself for a confrontation.

He was the same man I had seen when I was dancing. His eyes were even bluer and calmer when you looked at them up close. Still there was something about that calm relaxing blue eyes of his. Something that screamed of danger.

“Hello Tara”, his friend was the first to greet me.

“Hello David”, I smiled lightly, folding my arms behind my back nervously. I recognised his friend. He was a regular at the club and we had once had a conversation.

“Tara meet my friend Logan Carter, Logan meet Tara”, he looked from me to Logan Carter.

“Hello Tara. It is a pleasure to meet you”, Logan shook my right hand.

“Hi Logan. It's good to meet you too”, I accepted his handshake.

It was really good to meet him. Everyone knew the Carter family. They were rich, powerful and popular. Logan Carter is no exception. Everyone talked about them and as a result, there were so many rumors about them. Logan for example has been rumored to have a very cold reputation and an intimidating personality.

Meeting him in person felt like a huge privilege to me. I could finally say I had met him in person. Then all of a sudden I felt a wave of fear and panic. My heart began to race again

“What did he want? Does he also want to have me for the night? What will I say when asked to spend the night with him?” I thought.

“I watched your performance. It was beautiful”, he said, intercepting my thoughts.

“Thank you. I'm happy you enjoyed it”. I replied, forcing a smile.

“My friend here has told me a lot about you and I think you probably know who I am”, he looked at me expecting a reply.

“Yes I do”, I replied in an unenthused manner. I had known the Carter family since I was a child but this was my first time meeting one.

“You are a beautiful woman and I think you must already know that I am interested in you. I'm sure lots of men have approached you wanting to have you in their bed.

I am not a man that beats about the bush, so I'll just go straight to the point. I am interested in you. But not like other men who are interested in having a one night stand with you. I am looking for a surrogate mother. My friend here suggested I talk to you about it. Would you be interested in being the surrogate mother of my child?” Logan Carter asked boldly, his gaze never leaving mine..

I was stunned by this offer. For the past two years, I had been working as a stripper in AfterDark bar. From the very first day I performed on stage, I've had men come to me with so many offers. I was used to rich men wanting me, desiring me. I was used to being objectified. Lots of men came to me night after night wanting and willing to pay me for a night of sexual fun. But this man here, Logan Carter the self made billionaire son of Arthur Carter wanted me to be the surrogate mother of his children.

“Is this not the strangest offer ever? Why would he even want a surrogate mother when literally any girl will give anything to be with him?” I stared at him confused.

“But why me? Why do you want a surrogate mother? Why don't you get a wife to give you children instead?” I wanted to understand the situation.

“I chose you because my friend here said I could trust you. But I do not like to be questioned. I'll give you some time to think about it. You have twenty four hours to do that and get back to me”, he said and gave me his business card so I could contact him.

When they left, I took some time to sit down, breathe and contemplate what to do. As strange as this offer was, it seemed like the ultimate solution to my problem.

If I was working for Logan, my life would be much easier.

“What should I do now? Can I really be the surrogate mother of his child? If I go through with it, I'll surely be able to pay my rent and other bills. I would be able to go back to school”, I contemplated, my mind racing.

I thought of saying yes but then again I asked myself,

“What will be the impact of being a surrogate mother on my life? Would it affect my career? What if it ruins my plans of going back to school? How about my reputation?”