Having a Stranger’s Baby

When Mr. Roth first approached Rebecca, with a proposal that she could bear him a grandchild, she laughs him off as a joke. But he persists and soon, offers her a payment too tempting to refuse. There's just one catch: there will be no test tubes in this conception. It will be the done the old-fashioned way.

Warren, the future father of her child, is arrogant--not to mention reluctant to give his father what he wants. She despises his attitude and nearly refuses to go through with the deal, yet there's no denying that she's attracted to him. When the chemistry between them quickly explodes into the hottest sex of her life, she's left wondering if one night will be enough...

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When Mr. Roth first started visiting me during my shifts at the gas station, talking about how pretty I was and how I had such perfect ‘breeding hips,’ I figured he was just another customer trying to get into my pants. A little more awkward than most, obviously, but I had chalked it up to the fact that he was… well maybe not quite old enough to be my grandfather, but close.

I didn’t expect him to be filthy rich.

And I didn’t expect him to offer to share some of his wealth with me.

Two-hundred and fifty-thousand dollars.

If I agreed to give him a grandchild.

Wait. What?

I was too shocked to laugh the first time he made the offer. The second time, too. By the third time, I realized that he was absolutely serious and it was no longer a laughing matter.

I said no, of course.

I had too many plans for my life to have a baby now. I’d had to drop out of high school when I ran away from my severely fucked up foster parents at sixteen, and had only gotten my GED when I was twenty-one. Now I was twenty-six and still, for all intents and purposes, considered only a freshman in college due to fact that not only had I needed to take some remedial classes when I first enrolled, but also because I could only afford—and had time for—one class per semester.

It’s one hell of a slow way to earn credits.

But it was all I could manage.

Despite everything, I had my pride too. I was going to do this on my own.

Then Mr. Roth upped his offer and my resolve weakened. He would not only pay me the amount offered, he would set up a separate fund that would allow me to go to school full-time. If I didn’t want to raise the child, he would take custody. He had a huge house and more than enough money to hire a nanny—or more than one, if necessary—to care for the baby.

I wouldn’t have to decide that last part right away.

The increased offer made temptation too strong.

I agreed.

We discussed the timing. I started tracking my cycles. Fortunately, I’d always been regular so it wasn’t that hard to figure out when I was ovulating.

When that time approached again, I let him know.

“Excellent,” he said. “I’ll transfer the first payment to your bank account immediately, and the car will bring you to my house tonight. I’ll make sure he is there to meet you.”

His son.

The man who would be fathering my child. That was the other thing about this. Mr. Roth thought that going through artificial insemination would be too indiscreet and he did not wish to risk causing embarrassment to his family name. So I was going to be fucking a stranger with the intent of getting pregnant.