I have never seen a man as beautiful as him.
The tall, broad-shouldered man is dressed in a black suit that accentuates his slender figure well. His short, black hair has been combed back from his face so that I can see his large, menacing blue eyes.
Upon observing my anxiety, his demeanor slightly relaxed. "You have to be"
"Ciara." I cut you off. The name is "Ciara Damien."
The door is wider opened by him. I said, "Come in."
I approach his spacious abode gently, trying not to gawk.
I take his hand as he introduces himself as Evans. He has a hard, firm but not rough grasp when I take it. Glad to meet you, by the way.
Even though I'm trying to grin, I'm sure it's more of a grimace. I'm glad to meet you as well.
He gestures toward the living room and suggests, "Why don't you take a seat?"
"Okay."
He approaches the little wine shop next to the TV and says, "Would you like a drink?"
Please only drink water.
Before proceeding to the kitchen, he nods and gives Ciara a half-smile. He quickly returns with a cup of cold water after leaving.
"I'm grateful,"
He puts a glass of wine in his hand and adds, "No problem.
I lift the cup to my lips and pause for a brief period before sipping. Before he notices that I'm nervous, I quickly set it down even though I'm a little shaky. For all I know, he could still be a serial killer; this could all be a ruse.
He looks at me as though he's attempting to read my mind. Do you want to begin?
We won't wait for your wife, right? Fearfully, I inquire.
You see, Miss Damien, I'm not married."What the f*ck? I smirk. But I believed that you desired a child.
Taking a sip of the wine, he remarks, "I don't need a wife to have a child—that's why you're here."
You would like me to bear you a child?
He smirks. Isn't being a surrogate meant to accomplish just that?
I sigh and look away, "Well, yeah, I guess."
If not, how do you know? That being the case, therefore"
"No." Immediately, thinking of my family, I break the silence. They require the money as well as I do. I inhale deeply, fighting the nerves, and stare into his blue eyes. "I'm sorry. In my mind, a married couple was who I would be dealing with.
I acknowledge your understanding, but if we're going to make this work, you should be aware that I find it difficult to explain the reasons behind my actions. My face is not more than an inch away from his as he leans in. I object to inquiries.
Occasionally, I forget to breathe. I'm not sure if it's because he's so terrifying or because he's so attractive, but I need to put some distance between us before I can think again.
He grabs a yellow folder and says, "Your profile says you are a college student." My profile was printed by him?
I'm in my final semester at NYU, she said.
He assures her, "You would still be able to graduate if you were to become pregnant."
Gulping, I nod. What's so awkward about this? That is the strategy, indeed.
Which major do you pursue?
"Nursing."
Before meeting my eyes, he gives a slow nod and turns to the folder once more. "It says that you've never had sex here,"
In my seat, I wriggle uncomfortably. Is that anything that needs to be discussed?
"Yes," he responds with amusement.
Of course, I'm a virgin.
Are you anticipating a difficulty with that?
''Why would that be? I'm not forced to have sex, after all. They will poke you with needles, he warns in a soft voice. multiple times, not just once. I will take care of it.
He crows. What will you experience? Do you have any ideas? How well-versed are you in pregnancy-inducing procedures?
It bothers me that I have nothing to say to him in reaction to the way he is speaking to me, which is even worse. I only looked into surrogacy for established couples that essentially used me as an oven. But because he's single...
I see, when I gaze at him, "You are going to need an egg." "An egg from me?"
He crows. " Miss Damien, You should have known it sooner, I'm surprised.