Chapter 03| Phone Call

Chapter 03| Phone Call 

DANIEL

It has been six weeks since I was in partnership with my best friend’s company. If I knew a bet would have been this easy, I would have done this a long time ago. I sat back on my couch as I took a sip of my beer, watching the football game on my screen tv.  When my cell phone rang, I turned my head from the TV and grabbed my phone from the table, and answer it.

"Hello?" I answered the person on the line, still sipping my cold beer.

"Is this Daniel Williams?" I heard my name being called on the other line.

"Yes. How may I help you?" I said to the lady on the phone.

"This is Hilton's Fertility Clinic, confirming that your sperm has been used. I want to congratulate you on the successful donation."

I laughed as I knew this was a joke from Alex.

My sperm has been used, I repeated in my head. 

"My sperm?" I questioned her.

"Yes, six weeks ago. When you and your friend came in together, isn't your name Daniel James Williams?" 

I can hear her typing on the other side of the phone. 

"I will be collecting my sperm samples back," I said to her. 

"That is not possible; once you have donated your sperm, it is a done deal, " she says.

"Anything is possible.” I chuckled

"In your case, it is too late. Again, thank you for your donation. Please come back again.” And with that, she hung up the phone.

"Fuck!" I cussed as I threw my cell phone at the wall, breaking it.

  I didn't think no one will see it; It was only a prank. 

"What is wrong with you?" My sister came up to me with her pregnancy bump and my little niece behind her.

 "A sperm bank called me and informed me that my sperm had been used. "

My sister's deep brown eyes doubled in size, "You are..." She covers her daughter's ears as she removed her from the room and looks at her daughter. "Sweetie, can you go inside and watch cartoons." She said to her daughter as we watched her went inside the house.

Isabella, my sister, stalked toward me as I felt a slap across my chest.

 "What the hell were you thinking, selling your sperm like that? Do you have any clue what this means?" my sister yelled at me. 

I shoved her away. "It simply means I made some extra cash by jacking off in a cup and won the bet me and Seth made," I smirk.

"Daniel Williams, how can you be so stupid? You're going to become a father to a child you'll never meet," my sister stated. 

  What the fuck did I do? Can you be even stupid? How the hell do you not know that selling your sperm who cause so much damaged? 

 "What did you just say?" My voice was barely a whisper. 

"You are having a baby with a woman you've never met; she will carry your child for nine months, give birth to your child, and raise your child without you getting the chance to see any of it."

"So, you went with the bet." Seth laughed as he walked towards us. "Did someone use it?"

"Yes."

My sister had her phone in her hand. "Now, tell me the clinic's name."

"Hilton's Fertility Clinic."

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"This is it." We sighed in relief as we stood in front of the Hilton's Fertility Clinic.

"This place is gorgeous, most doctor's facilities are stuffy, but this one's very chic," My sister’s eyes took in the office décor as the three of us walked into the clinic.

"Yeah, whatever. We didn't come to window shop — in case you've forgotten, my tadpoles are in there, and they're about to be unleashed to some strange woman!" My voice was on the verge of yelling. 

"Oh, for heaven's sake." My sister dragged me to strolled up to the counter. "Excuse me."

"Yes, may I help you?" A tall blonde walked up to the counter: her name tag said ‘Paula.

"Is it possible to remove my sperm from the woman who is using it?"

We watched as Paula began typing away on her computer, "I don't think you can do that if the sperm has been used." She looked at me with beautiful eyes of hers.

"How about you fucking try and see if you can get it removed, or we will sue your company." I snapped, pissed off at the situation we were in.

"Um, if you will excuse me for just a moment." Paula's voice seemed a little shaky as she walked away from the front desk. A few moments later, the waiting room door opened, revealing a tall, dark man dressed in a physician's lab coat. 

"Hello there, I am Dr. Dickson. Please come with me." We all silently followed him to the back, stepping into a small white room.

"Now, Mr. Williams, I presume." Dr. Dickson looked directly at me as he spoke. I looked around his office; it was simple, with just a framed picture of his doctoral degree.  

"How'd you know it was me?" I asked.

Dr. Dickson shrugged his shoulders. “Your profile has all of your information, Daniel, and of course you are famous from your billionaire dollar company. I have heard a lot about you, Mr. Williams. Now, what brings you to my office now?" he said to me, not leaving his eyes off of me.

"I would like to have my sperm back," I stated. 

He walked directly in front of me. "Mr. Williams, this is a fertility clinic. When you decided to become a sperm donor, what exactly did you think would happen with your sperm?" 

I knew he was going to say that, but I know there was a way I could get it back.

I  ran my hand through my messy blonde curls as I stared at the doctor in front of me.  

"I know there is some way you can remove the sperm from her. How was I supposed to know some woman would want to use my sperm?" I said to him, sounding more stupid. 

Doctor Dickson shook his head before turning away from me, his eyes flashing over to me. "Mr. Williams, you can't be even stupider than you look. As a billionaire businessman, I thought you would be smarter than this. You can't remove your sperm from her. What is done is done— you can't change that. No matter how much money you have in your bank. Most women come to my clinic in hopes of having a baby with their significant other, or she has decided to have a baby on her own without having a man in the picture. Besides, I was the one that chose your sperm," he stated.

I was fucked, and I couldn't do anything about it. Not even God can help me with my fucked up situation I got myself in. Thanks a lot to Seth’s stupid ass plan and my dumbass agreeing to it because I wanted more money, but who could blame me?

"Why can't you call this woman and tell her I want my sperm back? I only did this because I dared to for money." I was staring at the doctor’s back.

"And that dare was the dumbest thing you have ever done," my sister added, standing next to the doctor.  

"We can't do that, I am sorry, but it is impossible to get your semen back."

"So you are pretty much saying, I am fucked."