Purchasing My Husband's Mistress

Chapter 3: Initial Interviews

Okay, I can do this! Just breathe. This is what a departed the weak from the strong. I am strong. I am woman! I’ve got this!

After months of compiling applications and third party screenings, Olivia sat down at her office desk and reflected upon the array of carefully sorted piles of documents.

She pulled at her hair and twisted the ends.

“Ouch,” she realized that she had now subconsciously inflicted pain upon herself. She looked at her perfectly manicured fingers and the newly inflicted hair lines embedded into her skin.

“Stop procrastinating, Olivia,” she told herself!

A little overwhelmed, she tossed her hair back and lifted a stack of papers. It had girth. It helps dozens of secrets and confidential information. This pleases her. It made her feel a sense of importance. She now fingered through each stack meticulously with a fine tooth comb, weeding out the duds and letting only the best flours flourish to the top.

One by one, Olivia knew that this could be the most important decision of her life and she needed to not take it lightly. She needed to be super fussy. She deserved that. Brian deserved that. Her future kid deserved that.

Olivia stared at her wedding photos next to her piles of applications on her desk. She imaged that in a year or so, she’d be replacing that very photo with a new one; one with a small child pictured between them. No longer would it be all about her.

“Ugh,” she sighed at the thought!

She wouldn’t let a child take top rank in the household. She wouldn’t!

She knew she needed to push that negativity away for the moment and press on. She needed to focus.

Olivia had been sent NDA's, contacts, resumes, and screenings notes from the hired third-party agency, of all the candidates that passed the first round interviews. It was the time to work through the stacks and knit pick.

Olivia was happy to know that she had 10 potential Baby Mama candidates to choose from! She liked having choices. It was like picking through the shelves for the perfect purse at Chanel, but different, of course.

Olivia's had provided a hefty list of requirements for the ladies she as hoping to attract with her job. The age requirements needed to be between 24 and 30. She herself was 26 years old and Brian was 27 years old. She wanted to be sure that the person was old enough to know what they want out of life and not too old to be producing archaic eggs for their children.

Next up, they must be of good health. Olivia didn't want her unborn children to have any health problems. So, the screener started by seeking out any physical health concerns that they could see and ask about, without becoming too invasive, and Olivia herself would do formal health screenings at a later date for the finalists.

Being married was a deal breaker for Olivia. She also asked about limitations to living on site. She needed to keep her potential Baby Mama close to be able to manage all aspects of the transaction. Lastly, she requested that the individuals have fit bodies and be attractive to the eye. If Olivia was going to have children, she wanted them to be beautiful, like she and her husband. She knew that Brian was intelligent and had good jeans. Their kids deserved to have the best jeans possible that money could buy. Her parents had done that for her and she wanted to pay it forward.

Olivia sat back in her chair and let out a sigh of relief. After spending over two hours going back and forth through the files, Olivia had completed the first piece of her mission.

Olivia picked up her cell phone and texted the first number in the top of her pile. Then one by one, she went down her short list.

“Good afternoon,

My name is Olivia Stanton. You have applied for my open position. I would like to set up a time to meet you for a formal interview at my home.”

Interviews were scheduled, one each hour from 7 am until 5 pm, with an hour lunch in between, the following week. Olivia had planned that they would take place in her new office in the guest house. She also planned to handle it similar to any other business deal that she had knocked out of the park previously, like a bad boss b***h!

After discussing it with her man, they agreed that Brian would be involved in the third round of interviews and Olivia would undoubtedly take the lead on this process.

This made Brian very happy. To be truthful, he still wished they didn’t have to go through such extreme measures to have a family. He though of everyone else that he knew who was married and how envious he was that they were able to do it so naturally. Obviously if they were physically unable to have children, Brian would accept outside help more easily. But that wasn’t the case. Brian and Olivia wasn’t dealing with fertility issues. They were dealing with vanity.

On the day of the scheduled interviews, all he could do was look out his office window and watch the woman one by one head in to meet his wife. One by one, hour by hour, woman after woman showed up at his house. He felt like he was on a dating show. A horrible dating show that he was forced to sign up for.

Olivia on the other hand was in boss mode, leading the interview process. She started each interview with the following.

"Hello. I'm Dr. Olivia Stanton. Welcome to my home and my office. Please tell me about yourself and why you applied for this position."

If after a few minutes of casually chatting with the person, they passed her intellectual test, then Olivia would proceed further.

"My husband Brian and I just moved to the area, although his roots are from the next town over. I want to personally thank you for coming in today and for signing a Non Disclosure Agreement. Our privacy is of the utmost importance! Although you may think that I have brought you in today for a simple live-in Maid/Nanny position, you will soon learn that what we are looking for is so much more! You see... my husband and I don't currently have any children. We are seeking the right individual, who would be willing to live with us here, hopefully for at least for the next 5 years, and is willing to be the mother of my unborn children.”

In each situation the eyes of the woman would grow to new lengths. Shocked was always an understatement after hearing Olivia’s monologue.

Now it was time for Olivia to bring them back down from their bewilderment and on the same page as she.

“I know that sounds crazy, right? How would that work, you ask?”

One by one the woman shook their head, still in amazement of what they were hearing.

Olivia nodded and smiled gently.

“Well, I am giving my husband and one lady permission to have romantic relations with the goal in mind of conceiving children. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband more than anything. I don't expect any romantic relations to occur when planned baby conceptions aren’t scheduled," Olivia explained clearly and matter-of-factly.

Each woman grew a shocked look upon her faces again, as Olivia casually explained the process to them one by one. They couldn’t believe what they were actually being interviewed for. It was very unorthodox, to say the least.

"Also, once the children are conceived, you would be known only to them as "the help." Don't get me wrong, I want you to love these children, keep them safe, and help raise them... just not in a motherly role. I know that this is a lot to process. We are, however, offering to pay the person $50,000 per child, in addition to paid medical during your employment with us, and an annual salary of $40,000 per year. Now I ask you, does this sound like something you would like to be considered for," Olivia confidently asked each young lady?

By the last interview at 5:00 pm, Olivia was like a well-oiled machine with her speeches. She knew her lines, and she knew how to read between the ones that she was receiving.

Olivia found herself not only asking tremendously personal questions of the ladies, but also had to herself answer questions that she hadn’t entirely anticipated. She didn’t realize that people would need more information of their own in order to process the logistics of it all.

Most all of the woman asked her why she had gotten to this point she and her husband were at, which was logical of them to do so. Some wanted to know about jealousy, her feelings, any resentment that she foresaw, how hot her husband was, diseases, etc.

Olivia had knocked out the 7 am. and 8 am. candidates right away. The first lady had a demeanor to her that Olivia didn't appreciate. She was the one who asked how hot her husband was. That turned Olivia off fast.

Yes, her husband was hot, but she didn’t want the woman to see her husband that way. He was not a man to be passed around like a piece of meat. Brian was a rarity, and any woman would be extremely lucky to have any for of attention or intimacy by him, she knew. That sentiment wasn’t lost on her.

The second was not the right look that Olivia was hoping for her Baby-mama. She would describe her as average in appearance. Average wasn’t going to cut it in this situation. She needed grade A, top tier genetics for her family.

Olivia couldn’t help but cringe a lot at the thought of an ugly child. She would have to spend a lot of time at home, out of the public eye. She wouldn’t be able to have a lot of family photos in her office for fear that her clients would judge her. She didn’t look like someone who would have an ugly child. People would certainly put two and two together that the child wasn’t genetically hers, and she couldn’t risk that.

The 10 am. candidate and the 1 pm. candidate both graciously bowed out when they heard the task at hand. The first told Olivia in less than professional terms that what Olivia was asking for was unethical and she wanted no part of it. The second decided that she was not the right person for the task. She would not be able to birth and give up a child that she had carried. Olivia respected that and was happy to move on from her.

The 4 pm. candidate ended up being in a committed, non marital relationship. This was a deal breaker for Olivia. The woman needed to be single. This easily narrowed the choices in half down to 5 women.

All five were either intrigued by the job or at least willing to learn more about it, which made them candidates for the next round. Olivia was excited that she was able to get enough qualified woman to proceed.

When Olivia returned to the main house at 6 pm that night, she was absolutely exhausted. She had never spent that much time and energy on a task. However, she began to cook dinner for her and Brian anyway, as she always did. She needed to keep her man happy. She knew that a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach..and through his pants.. but that was for a different time, she thought. She was starving!

Brian came out of his study, smelling the home cooked meal that was soaring through his house. He had tried to actually get some work done that day, but he had to admit that his focus wasn’t mostly on his work that day with the many woman coming and going.

"Wow, love, you didn't have to go all out tonight. I know you had a long, draining day," Brian kissed her forehead.

Olivia appreciated the sentiment but graciously continued her task.

"So how did it go," he nervously asked? "Is this something you still want to do," Brian followed up uneasily as he raised his eyebrows?

"Of course. I didn't spend all day with these women to stop here," she admitted!

"Okay...so how did it go?"

"Quite well, I would say. We had over 50 initial candidates. After the first round of screenings, I was presented with 10 possibilities. This ultimately got knocked down to 5 today.

“Five woman, okay,” Brian breathed heavily. He could feel his nerves tense up at the thought.

“Yes, five, Brian”

With anxiety building, Brian walked toward the dinette in how’s to now avoid the conversation. What he had been waiting for all day, he no longer wanted to hear. It was too real!

“Yes, so next, I want to bring the ladies back and I would like you to be involved in meeting them.”

Brian turned around and stared intently at his wife’s statement.

“I would also like to bring in a visiting nurse to do health checks on the potentials. How does that sound, Babe," she smiled at him?

"Overwhelming, honestly," he added!

"You'll be fine, Love. You're only choosing the mother of our children and your temporary mistress...no pressure," Olivia joked!

Brian, however, didn't see the humor. He still wasn't sure he wanted this, or if he could go through with it for that matter. Brian served his wife a death glare.

“That’s not even funny!”

“Lighten up, Brian. I was just trying to ease your tension. Clearly I failed,” she raised her eyebrows and went back to her cooking.

“Well yes, you certainly did. That’s not the way. I don’t want to be made to feel like a cheater!”

How cute he is. And local. He’s the best, Olivia internally appreciated his sentiments. I know he would never leave or dishonor me. He doesn’t have it in him.

“It’s not cheating, you know that right!”

Brian fell silent and continued stirring his concoction.

Olivia went up behind him and embraced his manly physique. She snuggled in, smelling his cologne and the delightful smell from the pan.

“You know that, right?”

No response.

“Brian! I’m serious! It’s not. I’m organizing it and it’s for a reason. For our family” she gulped hard at the last words that she had to force out.

Our family..he wad I are family. It’s us against the world! No one can come between that. Not a. Baby Mama or a baby. This is us and we are rock solid.

Still no words were ushered.

“You are going to have to get off your moral compass, Love..at least for a while,” she kissed his cheek and walked out the room.

.......

Later that week, Olivia had set up all 5 interviews with her potential Baby Mamas! She invited Brian to join her. She prayed he would not sabotage it. She could see him doing that. She could see him purposely sending them all home. That wouldn’t work for her. She spent a lot of time, money, and resources on this. She even hired a nurse who would wait in the next room to come in at any given time, if needed. She better be needed!

Nervously, Brian and Olivia sat together on the sofa that Olivia normally used for her patients. Brian didn't know what to do, say, or even where to look. It was such an awkward process.

Olivia sensed his nervousness and squeezed his hand. "We've got this, Babe. Just let me lead," she winked at him.

“Happily,” Brian tried to ease the pit of nerves in his stomach.

Claire was the first woman to arrive for her interview.

"Thanks for coming back, Claire! I would like you to meet my husband, Brian Stanton," she introduced him as they shook hands.

“Hey! Claire extended a wave casually to the couple.

He’s hot. I’m glad I decided to stick around, Claire smiled widely.

Brian placed his hand behind the small of his wife’s back to show her his support.

Claire Jensen was a 24 year old Cleaning Lady that worked during the tourist season in York. She went to college for a year until she didn't have enough money to continue on.

She seemed to like to party as well and have fun, Brian noted. She was about 5'5" in height and 150 lbs, with a medium build and long, dark, wavy hair. She also had beautiful bright blue eyes but Brian didn’t find himself connected to her at all. He felt like they were in two separate worlds.

Olivia noted that she didn't pick up on an instant spark between Claire and Brian. This was only the first woman he had met, but it’s not a great start.

Maybe this was their nerves, she wondered. This was an issue either way. She needed Brian 100 percent on board. As the conversation awkwardly progressed, things didn’t improv. Claire seemed a little too immature for the task, the more she got to know her, Olivia determined. It was a double no for the Stanton team.

They ultimately decided not to do any health screenings on Claire and sent her home after only about 15 minutes of chatting. Quick and easy!

“One down,” Olivia kissed Brian in the lips!

“What if they all go this way, Liv? What if there is no connection with any of them?”

“I have faith, Brian.”

He let out a high sigh.

“But I suppose we’d keep looking,”she concluded.

……

The second candidate was Ingrid Potter. She was 29 years old, and she had bright blonde hair cut in a bob style.

“Good day,” she extended a firm grip to the couple.

“Thanks for coming back, Ingrid. This is my husband, Mr. Stanton,” she introduced the pair.

“Nice to meet you, Brian optimistically extended a hand. He knew he needed to put in more effort than last time.

Thank goodness he is normal. He looks good too. No missing limbs or a foot shorter than me, Ingrid’s mind raced. She was half expecting a paralyzed imp.

Ingrid in the other hand was too being sized up. She was cute, one could say. She was about 5'9" tall with a more athletic figure. She didn't have a lot of curves. She probably only weighed about 115 lbs fully drenched, Olivia chucked in her head. Olivia envisioned this tall, frail girl pregnant. She would probably look like any other non pregnant woman with an added 40 lbs on her.

She worked at the local Rec Center, coaching both youth and middle school soccer and swimming. Brian and Olivia liked her fitness regiment and her commitment to working with children.

Physically, though, Brian was only mildly attracted to her. His type would have been someone more petite, with good curves, more like his Wifey!

Brian had to remember that his attraction wasn't the most important thing here. No, the most important thing was that her genetics were good for their children, and her ability to be a good Maid/Nanny shined, which seemed promising from what they heard.

Ultimately, Brian and Olivia decided to bring the nurse in to take her vitals and do some blood work on Ingrid.

She would return for a follow-up interview at a later date as well.

………

The third woman came bouncing into Olivia's Office with full confidence and pep in her step. Her name was Bianca Mortimer, and she walked right up to both Olivia and Brian and hugged them both.

Brian gripped his wife’s hand in support. This girl got his heart pumping. This girl was not only beautiful but had the energy to match what he needed if this were to be successful.

Brian immediately began to ponder whether this actually was the worst case scenario. He could see himself with this one, sexually, that is, and maybe he didn’t want that. Maybe he had hoped that none of the women would fit the bill.

Bianca was 25 years old. She was about 5' 3" tall with curves popping at both ends. She was about 120 lbs, with dirty blonde shoulder-length hair, which was neatly styled.

She had explained to them that she had been working at a daycare for the last three years, but it wasn't quite paying the bills.

Olivia really liked her outgoing personality and job longevity. People nowadays don't stay at a job for more than a year, it seems, she thought to herself.

Brian, on the other hand, not only enjoyed her demeanor but again still found himself very attracted to both her appearance and her sincerity as the conversation flowed. He was shocked that he could have an instant attraction to another woman. He hadn’t had that since he had met Olivia. Compared to the woman before her, she was a breath of fresh air.

They both appreciated her eagerness to work for them and her confidence in her own abilities. They decided to let the visiting nurse do screenings on her and that she would return for a follow-up interview as well.

………

The fourth woman that came before them was quite shy. Her name was Arial Weston. She was 30 years old, and she had been unemployed for a short time. Arial was married previously and was a stay at home Wife, although she and her former husband did not have any children.

“Hello. I’m Arial,” she shook Brian’s hand.

Brian reciprocated the sentiment. “Thank you for coming,” he stated rather seriously, as if the matter had an urgent agenda, which it did not.

She had long, straight black hair that went down to her bottom. She was about 5' 7" tall, and about 125 lbs. She was no doubt a beauty in her own right, with some sort of a Southern accent. She was also no doubt a Maine Transplant.

She seemed to have greàt cooking and cleaning skills, which gave her a leg up on the others, and her desire to have children was nice as well.

Brian and Olivia both liked her well enough with no major red flags. So, she found herself moving on for her screening and being set up with a follow-up interview.

………

The final woman who was interviewing was Sophia Jensen. Sophia was a worldly woman of just 27 years old. She had long curly chestnut brown hair that any woman would kill for, the kind you would normally have to use a curling iron to achieve. Sophia had this naturally. She was 5' 6" tall and about 125 lbs.

Sophia came professionally dressed in a black power suit that was just fitted enough to show off her well-rounded hour glass shape. Sophia was by far the most driven person among the group of ladies they had met. She had seen the world on her parents' dime, attended culinary and business schools, and was ready to start planning for the rest of her life.

“Thank you for having me!”

“Thank you for coming, please have a seat,” Brian gestured her to the nearby chair.

Adorned with her mini vision board in toe, Brian soon learned that Sophia desired to open her own bakery one day. She came with a whole business model and how this job opportunity fit into her plans. Heavily fit into her plans, it seemed. Since she had found herself recently cut off from her parent's money, she knew that she would have to seek alternative options to make that dream happen.

“This is it. This is my big ticket. A hot husband! A beautiful house. A wife’s blessing. And a boat load of cash. This is it, just what I need!”

Olivia liked the fact that Sophia was driven. She could also cook and bake. Having help that could do those added duties would be a nice treat for the family. Olivia also thought that Sophia would be able to instill a lot of cultures into her children’s lives, having traveled so much. She would make Olivia’s cut.

Brian found himself attracted to Sophia physically and appreciated her wit, which was a bonus. She would be a contender. So, Sophia was also given the screenings and asked to return the following week.

That was it. They now had their final four! One of them would be the most imported addition to their lives soon.