“Okay, I sure will. Don’t be too long.” John said as he stepped away and allowed the driver to secure the door.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” She smiled.
Running around to Hope’s side of the window, John motioned for Hope to roll down her window. She did. Sticking half his body through the window, he kissed her as hard and as passionately as he could. Without reservation or hesitation Hope reciprocated. “I love you!” He confessed. “I always have and I always will love you! Hurry home, I have a surprise for you.”
Hope snickered. “Oh I bet you do! See you in a few, love!”
“I can’t believe this is your damn car!” Quanique remarked as her hands caressed the soft, hand sewn, white leather seats. Hope continued to ignore her.
“Where to, Mrs. Sabin?”
“Le Petite Mason and call ahead to reserve a private dining room. Thanks Robert. Oh yeah… Please open the top. I desperately need some fresh air.” She told her driver before closing the privacy petition.
“Hope I…”
“Silence! Don’t say a word to me until we arrive at the restaurant.”
The look on Hope’s face assured Quanique that Hope meant business. She knew it would be a complete waste of time trying to explain to this woman why she showed up to her husband’s office and sucked his dick. Still something convinced Quanique she should at least try.
“Hope I can explain…”
“Silence! And I will not warn you again. You will turn up missing and they will never, ever find your body.” Hope warned as she pulled her designer sunglasses from her expensive designer purse. Wiping them with a soft cloth, she glared at Quanique and dared her to speak. “Yeah I thought so!” She mumbled beneath her breath as she put her sunglasses on and relaxed back in her plush leather seat as the roof to the Maybach slowly disappeared.
After a twenty minute, bone chillingly silent ride, they arrived at the crowded restaurant and were immediately escorted to a private dining room off the side of the main entrance. A hostess, a waiter and two waitresses were assigned to wait on them. Quanique watched in awe as they scrambled to accommodate Hope’s every whim, barring everything except wiping her ass.
Hope placed their drink order and, a few moments later, she seemed to relax as she sipped on a large apple martini. “God I needed that! Now, that’s good stuff.” She sighed deeply.
“Yeah, I can imagine! Although I wouldn’t know, because I can’t drink.” Quanique grumbled as she took a sip of ice water.
Hope’s eyes narrowed on the beautiful young woman as she slowly sipped her drink. She had held her rage and contempt for this woman for longer than she cared to imagine. It was officially time for a showdown.
“Quanique, I have bent over backwards, literally… Trying to please you and accommodate you and make you happy… But you know what… All that bullshit ends today! I have fucking officially had it with your ass! Exactly what are you trying to pull?”
“What are you talking about?” Quanique played innocent.
“Don’t act like you don’t have a clue what I mean. From the day the ink dried on that contract, you have been plotting and planning and scheming and conniving to circumvent and undermine every damn thing I’ve been trying to do.”
“Again what exactly are you talking about Hope? You have to be more specific.”
“Oh! Where the FUCK do I even begin? Look, you are in your second year of a master’s program at UNCC, so I know you are not dumb. Stop playing games! You and I had a deal. And sucking my husband’s dick behind my fucking back was not part of it! All this bullshit you keep trying to pull needs to come to an end. Seriously? What the fuck where you thinking? Did you really think I wouldn’t find this bullshit out and check your ass? Girl you are so lucky you are pregnant… I would fuck your ass up if you weren’t!”
“I was horny! You won’t let me fuck anybody until after my baby is born. What the fuck was I supposed to do? I wanted and needed some dick! I figured…”
“Hold up! What did you just say?” Hope abruptly interrupted.
“What? What are you talking about? What did I say? I said I needed some dick!”
“No! Not that! The other thing. The part about your baby!”
“What’s wrong with that?” Quanique asked confused.
“Let’s see… First of all… You don’t have a baby… That baby in your damn belly belongs to me and my husband. I paid for it and he conceived it and you don’t get to keep it and you damn sure don’t get to call it yours! That’s my son! Not yours! And for the fucking record his name is John! I don’t know what the fuck you were trying to prove showing up at my husband’s office… But I hope to God you are not entertaining the notion of raising my son with my husband, while I stand idly by with my thumb up my ass and watch! Seriously, Quanique? Have you completely gone mad and lost your damn mind? I’m going to tell you this for your own good and trust me I say it with love… Put the fucking Coo- Coo back in the fucking clock!” Hope snapped. “If not you will not get another dime out of me! We had a fucking deal! So, stick to the damn plan and stop fucking improvising!”
“You’re right we HAD a deal… Emphasis on had… But judging by the way you’re dressed and the way you’re rolling…. Seems to me I got the shitty end of the stick!”
“Excuse me, what the fuck does my wealth have to do with our deal?” Hope asked confused.
“I have expenses!” Quanique snapped.
“I know! I’m the one who pays them!” Hope retorted.
“Well, I don’t think it’s enough… Well, at least not enough to give up my son.”
“My son! John’s son! Not your son! Why can’t you seem to latch on to that concept like you seem to be able to latch on to another woman’s dick?”
“Oh I see the problem… You’re just mad I can fuck your husband better than you! He prefers my tight little pussy to your worn out snatch!”
“Snatch…” Hope laughed. “Now that’s a good word. It can be used in so many different ways. Like… I’m going to snatch this trick ass Bitch bald if she don’t watch her fucking mouth!”
“Whatever! The way I see it, if John finds out I’m carrying his son he may be more inclined to be with me and his son than to live a childless existence with your old, dried up ass!”
Hope carefully folded her hands and placed them on the table. She knew it was paramount one of them remained calm or the situation would rapidly deteriorate and result in somebody named Pretty Miss Quanique getting a shoe stuck up her ass. Hope remained silent, she didn’t even consider responding. She said not a word as she carefully studied Quanique in an effort to determine her true motives. Not quite sure exactly what Quanique wanted, Hope decided to simply ask.
“So, what do you want?” Hope calmly sighed.
“What do you mean what do I want?” Quanique responded. “What do you think I want?”
“I just want to know what it’s going to take to get our original plan back on track. Somehow you have seemed to have veered off course and I’m not sure where you are headed. So, I just want to know what you need from me to fix this.”
“I’m not sure you can. The way I see it I can do one of two things. One, I can take the little bit of money you’re offering me now, give up my parental rights to my son and regret it forever, or…” She hesitated.
“Or what?” Hope asked. “Go ahead and finish. Don’t be shy now. Go ahead and say it!”
“Okay I will! Or I could tell John I’m pregnant, establish paternity and get child support until my son graduates from college. You have to admit that’s a hell of a lot more money than you’re offering me.”
“True… But Quanique who are you trying to fool? You’re not ready to settle down and you are certainly not ready to be anybody’s mother. You don’t want a baby, you’re a party girl. You know it and I know it. You want a drink right now so bad it’s killing you. I can tell because you haven’t stopped staring at mine. It’s a wonder I haven’t choked to death… With y
ou sipping while I’m trying to swallow. God only knows what’s going on between those legs of yours right now, and we both know it is the brains of the whole operation. Poor thing… You were so certain John was going to take you somewhere and fill you full of dick! Weren’t you? Yet here you sit with me. Poor, poor, poor little thing. The back of your dress must be soaked right about now.” Hope taunted.
“Fuck you, Hope! Fuck you! You think you know me so well, but you don’t know shit about me! Who knows, if the right man came along, with the right offer, I just might be willing to play house.”
“Really? So, I suppose John is the right man? Huh?”
“Well, you of all people would have to admit he’s a hell of a good catch. He’s tall, dark, and handsome and slings a big old hard dick. Oh yeah and the money, well that’s just the cherry on top. Now that man knows how to fuck a woman and don’t even get me started about his energetic tongue. I think about that tongue every time I masturbate.”
Naturally, Hope had figured out a long time ago Quanique was just trying to bait her into giving her more money. She didn’t really want John, she just wanted more money. It was fruitless to continue to allow her to provoke her to anger. So Hope remained cucumber calm.
“You’re right. He certainly can please a woman. Although according to him he didn’t touch you today! You just stripped down and blowed him. Hell, I can’t blame him. What man could resist an eager mouth like yours?”
“You should know just how eager it is! I bet you never came so hard in your life.” Quanique smirked.
“Fuck you! You nasty ass cunt licking hoe!” Hope snapped as she grabbed a fork from the table. “I fucking hate you for what you made me do that night! Now, say another fucking word and I will fucking end you!”
An attentive waiter saw Hope with the fork and realized that the confrontation was getting a little out of hand. Hustling over to the table, he wrestled the fork from Hope’s hands. “Here Madame… Let me have this fork… It’s obviously dirty… I’ll get you another one right away. As a matter of fact, I’ll replace all of the silverware.” He cleverly masked the altercation and safely removed all sharp objects from the table.
Hope diffused instantly as she considered how close she came to going to jail for stabbing Quanique in her sternum. Sighing deeply she responded. “Thank you, Pierre. Your special attention to detail is much appreciated. We won’t be needing more silverware. I have to leave shortly. Thank you. I’ll have my attorney send you a special envelope for your service.”
“Thank you Madame, but that’s not necessary.”
“Nonsense I insist.” Hope responded. “We’re fine now. Thank you.”
Hope sighed deeply and returned her focus to Quanique, who suddenly realized the shit just got real. She had overestimated Hope and she wouldn’t do it again. There was something in Hope’s eyes that convinced her Hope was not to be fucked with.
“Okay where were we… Oh, yes! Quanique, there’s just one problem with your ingenious plan. John’s my husband and John is in love with me and you, little girl, were nothing more than a warm wet hole for him to stick his hard dick in. Which need I remind you that I orchestrated? So, you know what, Quanique? It’s good to have dreams, In fact everybody should have at least one. Who am I to deter you from yours? Nonetheless, I must warn you you’d have better odds at winning the Powerball Lotto six straight weeks in a row than to take my husband from me. Believe me… Better women than you have tried and failed miserably. And they didn’t even have the opportunity of allowing him to fuck them in their ass, like you did!”
Quanique suddenly became insulted and indignant! “I want more money! I don’t give a damn what you have to say or do to get it, but I want more money!” Quanique demanded.
“You’re not going to get it!” Hope retorted.
“Then I’ll sue your husband for paternity and win!”
“Do that and we will sue you for guardianship and full custody! Then you won’t get a damn dime! I have a team of lawyers on standby to see to that!”
“This is not over Bitch! You think because you have money you can just buy and sell people like they’re cattle, but you can’t! My son is not for sale!”
“Fine! Then I’ll call my attorney and have him to stop payment on your monthly support. Then I’ll make sure they tie your little paternity suit up in court until your child is ten years old. Wow, that’s a long damn time to be broke. I hope you’ve saved some of that fifty thousand dollars I gave you for sleeping with my husband, because you’re going to need it.”
“That’s none of your damn business! Don’t worry about me. If I were you I’d be more concerned about my own financial future.”
“Yeah, well you’re not me! And I think that’s why you despise me so badly. Because on your best day you could never aspire to be me on my worst day!”
“Again this is not over!” Quanique barked.
“It is for now! And I hope you have cab fare, because there is no way I’m letting your skank ass get back in my car! Smelling like day old wolf pussy!” Hope laughed.
“Fuck you, Hope! How am I supposed to get back to John’s office to get my car?”
“I don’t know. Walk or fly on your broom for all I care. What you do from this point on no longer concerns me!”
“You’re going to pay for this Hope, you evil maniacal, self- centered, manipulating Bitch!” Quanique yelled as she gathered her things and stormed out.
“I already have and trust me it wasn’t worth it!” Hope laughed.
Hope settled the bill and left the staff an insane tip for their discretion. When she arrived at her vehicle Quanique was there. “What do you want now?” She nonchalantly asked as her driver opened her door and let her in.
Quanique looked like a whipped dog with his tail between his legs. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry. And if it’s all the same to you I want us to start fresh. We made a deal and I want to honor it… That is, if you’ll let me. I guess I was all hormonal. It’s obvious John loves you. You’re right, the baby I’m carrying belongs to you and John. Please accept my apology.”
“Sure. I’m sorry too… I’m sorry I almost stabbed you with a fork.”
“It’s okay… I deserved it for what I said.”
“Yeah that was pretty brutal… Hell, we both said some things we didn’t mean. Let’s just wipe the slate clean and forget this day ever happened.”
“Great! So, can I get a ride back to my car?” Quanique asked as she tried to get in the car behind Hope.
“No! In fact, hell no!”
“Are you serious?” Quanique asked shocked.
Hope laughed. “No, I’m just playing around. Get in.”
Naturally both of the women realized their conflicts and differences were far from resolved, but for now they needed each other. They agreed to continue with the mission as originally planned.
CHAPTER 14
Surprisingly, from that day on everything went as planned. Quanique took the opportunity to embrace her role as a surrogate mother. She immersed herself into everything about pregnancy and surrogacy. After hours and hours of study and research, she decided to do her master’s thesis on the psychological ramifications of being a surrogate mother. She was finally happy and healthy and excited about her future.
You see, during the course of her research, Quanique discovered exactly how difficult it was for childless couples to find a good, emotionally stable, physically fit and spiritually grounded surrogate to carry their child. She also discovered her deal with Hope was a very lucrative one which would net her well over a quarter of a million dollars once she delivered the baby. Hope had always tried to impress upon her their relationship was strictly a business transaction and now she finally got it. Quanique planned to use her knowledge of surrogacy and her experience as being Hope’s surrogate as the foundation of her new surrogacy business. Yes, Quanique had decided to become a professional surrogate and train and employ other women to do the same.
With the s
upport, financial backing and advice of her new mentor, Hope, Quanique drafted a business plan and incorporated her business as Project Baby Bump. She had already trained and screened five surrogates and had assigned them to five anxious couples. It was just the beginning. Thanks to Hope’s recommendation to her adoption attorney, Quanique had a lengthy waiting list of rich new clients who desperately wanted children. And just like that, her company was an instant success.
Even with all of her success, Quanique and Hope had some unfinished business to handle. They still had not told John Quanique was carrying his child. No matter how many scenarios they invented to tell him, none of them circumvented the fact Hope manipulated and lied to him. In a way, Quanique felt sorry for Hope. All of her new couples entered into their surrogate arrangement as a couple. Both mom and dad were on board with the surrogacy arrangement from the beginning. Quanique wished she could somehow help Hope, but unfortunately the damage had already been done.
“Hope, I deliver next week. What do you plan on doing about John?” Quanique asked one day over lunch.
“I don’t have a clue. The closer and closer we come to the baby’s arrival, the more frightened I become. Quanique, I don’t know what I will do if that man leaves me.” Hope shook her head in disbelief. “God! Why didn’t I just come clean earlier?"
“Just lie. Don’t disclose the identity of the birth mother. I’ll deliver, we’ll complete the adoption and he’ll be none the wiser.”
“I can’t do that. John needs to know this is his biological son. I can’t keep that from him.”
Quanique snickered. “You’ve been doing a damn good job of it until now!”
“This is not funny! I’m in trouble and I don’t know what to do.”
“I wish I could help you, but you know John is not one of my biggest fans.”
Hope laughed. “Yeah! He can’t stand you! He thinks you are a psycho stalker who targeted us for money.”
“Really and what did you have to say about that?” Quanique laughed with her.
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