Rejected: Having the billionaire's baby

My teeth dug into my nails, biting at the sharp edges gingerly, my heart pondered in my chest as I stared blankly at my computer screen. I still couldn't believe what was written in the mail. CONGRATULATIONS ANNALISE POTTER. my eyes glides down to the arrow just below the 'Reject' button. I'd just been offered admission to study business administration into the Seattle university. But I wasn't expecting to be getting accepted after all, hope was lost. I couldn't afford to go to school, I didn't even know why I participated in the entrance exam. I looked out the window to discover the rain had nearly stopped falling safe for the little droplets still plattering on the window shields, the darkness outside suddenly gave meaning to my life at that moment: miserable. I hadn't realized the library had become empty until I felt a hand on my shoulder and I glanced up to see Mrs Smith, an elderly white haired woman smiling down at me. She was the oldest local Libarian in the state. "Dear, I'm closing up already. You should get going and come back tomorrow." I merely nodded before she disappeared. Looking back at the computer screen and hitting on the skin around my finger tips now- as I'd completely chopped off my fingernail edge- I guided the arrow between the reject and accept button. It was like being caught in a crossfire. I didn't know what to do. Accepting this admission means going to school and getting a better future for myself, but I didn't have money and couldn't afford it. Not while I have to pay for my mother's chemotherapy treatments. Declining seemed like the better option. But I just shut my eyes close for a second, opened it again and moved the arrow up to the best option and clicked it. I accepted the admission. Because at that moment I knew exactly what to do. I quickly grabbed my backpack and flung it over my shoulder before half running out of the library. Once out on the pavement, I pulled out my phone and dialed Mr Samson's number. I listened closely as his old hoarse voice came on from the other end. "I'm ready, I'm going to do it." I told him before disconnecting the call. I hailed a taxi which drove me to the 'Alexander' mansion up at the hilly side of the town. In front of me was the mysterious mansion called after the famous rich owner 'Alexander' family. It has been years since the Alexander family been seen at this mansion although workers trooped in and out every day to take care of the house. Mr Samson lived two blocks away from my house and last week he'd called me one evening while I was returning home from my job as a waitress and informed me about his boss looking for a surrogate mother. He hadn't disclosed much but said he was willing to pay anybody twenty million dollars That was a lot of money Mr Samson worked as a gardner inside the Alexander compound so he knew a lot going on around the house. That amount of money was more than enough to change my entire life. The gates pulled open and Mr Samson scurried out, a grim look on his face. "You're lucky, Mr Alexander himself is here today." He said briefly. He let me inside and beckoned for me to keep going. I let myself into the house after a couple of knocks without response. In the middle of the wide room, there's a red carpet laid down with a large chandelier shining over it. "Hello?" I called, followed by the eerie silence. I took careful steps and stopped before a narrow dimly lit hallway. Every nerve inside my body told me to go back but I stubbornly let my desperation lead. Suddenly, I felt a strange presence looming over me, like eyes watching me from a distance but before I could turn, I heard a strange voice that sent shivers running down my spine. "I wouldn't go in there if I were you, love." The voice is deep and intimidating. The kind of voice that made you question your very own sanity. I imagined the owner of that voice was somewhere above me, maybe standing at the stair top. But as soon as I turned around, I was facing a man that effortlessly towered over me, his hands held behind him as his eyes scrutinized me. His eyes were like frozen ice, deep and sensual at the same time. His blond hair is patted in the middle of his head, waves falling on either sides of his long face. He is dressed in green and red checkered pyjamas and I couldn't help notice how absolutely ravishing he looked. "Can you not speak, love? Or did my beauty manage to roll your tongue back into your throat?" He speaks again. I didn't realize how much his presence actually affected me until I was struggling to speak. "I'm...." I stammered "I'm here for .... For a job!" I had to scream the last word out because I was sounding like a f*****g pimp. "I was asked to meet a Mr Alexander for a job." "A job to be my cook or to be my w***e?" He delivered his words without effort, without fear, without care. I notice how his lips pull up in amused smirks every now and then. Pushing his words back and casting my gaze down, I replied "to be his surrogate mother." Silence breaks in and I just stood there watching my socked feet. I felt him closing in on me. Every nerve in my body prompted me to step back or get the hell out of this house but I needed the money to save my future and my dying mother. He stops right in front of me, his body pressing against mine, it was almost like he was trying to feel my body. Then his hand goes up to my hair and around my neck. He wraps a hand around my neck and forces me to meet his gaze. And once again, I was staring into the beautiful depth of his ocean eyes. "How do you want us to do it? Natural or procedure?" He whispered into my face. I felt the sudden dampness between my legs. What have I gotten myself into?.