Chapter 2
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"Well maybe if you'd just-"
RING
My hand darts for the phone. Anything to get me out of the bitching my wife is giving me.
"Hello, Mr. Moretti speaking."
The tenseness of my body seems to instantly relax at the soft and soothing voice of the woman
on the other line.
"Hello, my name is Tess White. I'm calling about the surrogate job opportunity?"
Despite the uncertain tone to her voice, I snap my head to my wife instantly.
Unable to tell her the news, I put the phone on speaker.
"You're interested in being our surrogate?"
To say I'm surprised is an understatement. Our demands were too much for most people and we'd
only had one other interview that didn't turn out so great.
"Yes. I was wondering if I could get an interview."
I look at my frowning wife before returning to the conversation.
"That would be wonderful. Do you live in New York?"
"Yes, I'm from the Krosvugra area."
It's not a great part of New York to be in, but it's certainly not the worst. Besides, how could
someone with such a sweet voice be so terrible?
"You live about half an hour away from us. Would you be interested in joining us for dinner?"
"That would be lovely," the voice chimes happily.
We exchange numbers and addresses before hanging up, but I hardly have the phone down when
my wife Jasmine scowls.
"I'm not cooking dinner."
Rolling my eyes, I continue typing out the message on my phone that I'd been working on since I
let our possible surrogate go.
"Why do you think I'm asking for a pickup? My brother will join us when he brings the food
later tonight."
Jasmine sneers at me before walking away to God knows where.
God, I can't stand that b***h, but there's no doubt in my mind that we'll go through the same
routine as we do every night.
At bedtime, she'll sneak into my room and try to seduce me while I send her away in anger and
embarrassment.
I hope she expects nothing more after her betrayal.
I'm already doing her a favor by not getting a divorce.
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