His Surrogate For Hire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance

A
complete story with no cliff hanger.

Not
every woman could face being a surrogate.

And to
be honest, even Diana Baker didn't feel she'd be able to take on that
role.

That is,
until she lost her job and was faced with eviction.

Now
given a chance opportunity, which she hopes will help get her life
together, she's becoming a surrogate mother for the billionaire Clay
Marshall.

Clay has
been single for far too long.

When
you're a billionaire, it becomes difficult to find someone who likes
you for you rather than your money.

Hitting
early 40s, he decides it's time to have the child he wants, even if
it's by unconventional means.

But by
hiring a surrogate, has he also found the woman he's been searching
for all along?

Find out
in this touching pregnancy romance by Esther Banks.

Suitable
for over 18s only due to scenes of a sexual nature.

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There was no way possible this day could get any worse. Diana refused
to believe that it would. To start off the week, she lost her job. It
was completely unexpected. After working for that company for almost
ten years, all she got was a memo that explained they were downsizing
and her job would be phased out effective immediately. They gave her
two weeks pay and promised if she needed a recommendation or a
reference, she could feel free to call and ask. Already living check
to check and with no real savings, she did not have any type of
cushion for hard times. And no one went to work expecting to be fired
with no recourse.

She had no problem pounding the pavement, looking for a job. At this
point, she was willing to do just about anything for work. Diana was
used to working hard and making her own way. Pride would always stand
in the way of her asking for any handouts. She did not have many
people she could ask for assistance anyway. Her father was in an
assisted living home after a stroke debilitated him years ago. Her
mother passed away when she was a teenager. Along with the fact that
Diana was an only child, she barely had any family to speak of. There
was an aunt out in California, but they only talked twice a year or
so and had infrequent visits.

So she had no choice but to figure it out on her own. In the past few
days, she'd heard no way too many times. Diana could deal with
rejection but so many times in such a short span of time was starting
to weigh on her. She could not seem to find anything that was hiring
immediately and everyone else thought she was too overqualified.

After a morning of being out job searching, a jolt of caffeine was in
order. She rushed inside her favorite cafe and ordered a small cup of
black coffee. There were a few more places that were hiring and she
wanted to get to the them before it was too late in the day.

As soon as she finished stirring a bit of sugar in her cup, the crack
of thunder made her practically jump out of her dark brown skin. Just
another damper on her plans. The rain began pouring in sheets and
there was no way she was going to go out there trying to finish her
job search in that torrential downpour.

She flopped down in an arm chair, sipping her coffee and staring out
of the window. How was she supposed to get to the rest of the things
on her list today? There was nothing else left to do but sip her
coffee and laugh at the way her life was playing out. In order to
deal with things, Diana knew she had to now start expecting the
unexpected.

It dawned on her that there was usually a large bulletin board filled
with want ads and job offers. There was bound to be work posted on
it. Searching the shop, she found the board in the back near the
restrooms. Diana headed back there, happy that no one else was
hogging the space at the board. Maybe she could find a few things
that would work out for her. Several papers hung there in various
colors. Flipping through, there were only roommate wanted ads and ads
for tutors. She sighed, sipping her coffee. Once the rain stopped,
she would have to continue her search. It did not look like she was
going to score anything here off of the bulletin board. Diana flipped
through the last of the sheets on the board when a peach colored one
caught her eye. It asked you to donate blood for money. She ripped
the paper tab with the phone number off of the wall.

A slip of blue peeked out from underneath the blood donation
requests. She pushed the peach colored sheets aside and could not
believe what she saw.

Businessman looking for surrogate. Please inquire within. Only
serious candidates will be considered.

Diana read the paper at least three times.

"I've seen ads for this more than once before. I would probably
go for the surrogate versus the blood donation. More money."

Diana turned to her present company, a young looking red head girl
with a wide smile and tons of energy.

"What do you know about surrogacy?" Diana was curious,
especially since the girl brought it up.

The girl shrugged. "My friend has a friend that did it. She made
several thousand dollars doing it. Got to live in this luxurious
house and get pampered for a year. And they paid her a bonus since
she was not able to work for the year of the pregnancy, so that
covered the cost of her expenses in terms of getting her life back on
track after the surrogacy. It turned out to be pretty cool."

The girl continued gabbing about all of the opportunities that were
posted on the wall. Diana tried to digest the information the red
head shared with her about the surrogacy. She watched out of the
corner of her eye to see what the girl was going to choose from the
board. She ended up taking a tab from the blood donation and the
tutoring and walked away.

Without thinking twice, Diana ripped the entire surrogacy ad off of
the board. She was not sure what she was going to do with the
information, but having a windfall right now would change her life.
The thought of thousands of dollars and a life in the lap of luxury
for a year was enough to get her intrigued.

*****

She made it home to her apartment, but was soaked to the bone. The
downpour did not allow her to complete her job search, so Diana
resigned to end it for the day. There was always tomorrow.

Peeling her clothes off at the front door, she let them fall into a
pile on the floor. All she needed was a shower and a hot cup of tea.
The warm water washed away all of the anxiety and frustration for the
day. A fresh start would be great. She could get her mind together
and approach her situation differently.

Lying down on the bed, freshly showered and wrapped in a towel,
Diana's mind kept spinning, trying to think of job opportunities.
Then she remembered the surrogate ad. Where had she put it?

When she jumped off the bed, she almost tripped and fell because she
was rushing. Fishing through her purse, she could not find the ad.
Diana tossed the contents of her purse on the bed, rummaging through
still not finding what she needed. She then remembered that she
folded the sheet of paper and stuck it in the pocket of her jacket at
the last minute.

She tip toed to the living room and found her jacket on the floor in
the heap of wet clothes.

"Damn it!" she cursed to herself. The paper was wet and
barely legible. Anxiety built up inside of her as she peeled the
paper open. All of the numbers were visible except the last digit,
which was slightly smudged. She ran with the paper to her bathroom.
The only way she could think to dry it was with her hair dryer, which
she put on the highest setting.

After a few minutes, the paper dried. The last digit was slightly
more visible, leaving Diana to guess that it was either a six or an
eight. She would have to work with that much.

Impulsively, she dialed the phone number, choosing eight as the final
number.

"Hello, Marshall Incorporated. How can I help you?"

Diana pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at the number.
She had dialed it correctly.

"I'm sorry. I must have the wrong number."

"Okay, thank you."

She ended the phone call, then dialing the number with the six as the
last digit.

"Hello?"

The voice was that of an elderly woman. That was the definitely the
wrong number. Diana apologized and hung up.

She hopped on the internet and quickly researched the company
Marshall Incorporated. A site popped up for a multi million dollar
company that made its money off of real estate ventures. It said that
the CEO's name was Clay Marshall and that he was a world renowned
consultant that built his company from the ground up.

Maybe Clay Marshall was the businessman that the ad spoke of. She
dialed the number again and waiting for an answer.

"Marshall Incorporated, how can I help you?"

Diana read the ad and mentioned the reference number that was listed.

"Yes, I'm calling about reference number 5837, please."

"Wonderful. Let me connect you." The woman was pleasant and
made Diana feel more comfortable.

"Hello, what is your reference number please?" The next
voice was not so calming and comforting.

"Yes, it is 5837."

"Alright. Do you have a pen and paper?"

Diana scrambled to find a pen and paper. "I do."

The woman that answered the phone rattled off an address. "Please
be there at six o'clock tomorrow night."

"Okay, is there-"

"Thank you very much. Have a good day," the woman said
interrupting to close the conversation.

The call ended, leaving Diana wondering what she was about to get
herself in to. She sighed, throwing her phone on the bed. With only
enough money to make it through possibly the next month, she did not
have many options.

Diana went back to the computer to do an internet search. She typed
in the words 'becoming a surrogate'. There were more websites than
she expected on the subject, making it completely overwhelming to
find a place to get started.

Instead of worrying about it, she lay back on the bed and closed her
eyes.

Tomorrow could not come fast enough.

There had to be some perks for making it to the appointment early.
Diana was not sure she was in the right place. She passed the address
three times before turning back around to walk up the block again.
Her destination was a small brick house in a residential district. It
was surrounded by a white picket fence and a front yard filled with
yellow and red flowers.

She had never been to this side of town, but she found the location
according to the directions just fine. Diana wanted to check out her
surroundings so she parked a few houses down and sat in her car,
waiting to see who would possibly come in and out of the house.