by Cj Howard
THE BILLIONAIRE'S
DOUBLE SURROGATE
A BILLIONAIRE PREGNANCY ROMANCE By..
CJ HOWARD
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Summary
Tech billionaire Cameron Elliot had billions of dollars in his bank account but he still longed for a child of his own.
So he decided to hire beautiful Jasmine Thompson to be his surrogate mother and give him the baby he wanted so much.
However, Jasmine was unaware of just how much Cameron wanted that child to be a boy.
So much so, that Cameron was willing to do whatever it took to ensure he had a baby boy sooner rather than later.....
This is a unique spin on the Billionaire-Surrogate romance theme. Expect the unexpected in a novel that is full of UNPREDICTABLE twists and an ending that no one could ever see coming! Download now to start reading!
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CJ Howard
The Billionaire's Double Surrogate © 2017 CJ Howard
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Contents
Chapter1
Chapter2
Chapter3
Chapter4
Chapter5
Chapter6
Chapter7
chapter 8
chapter 9
chapter 10
chapter 11
chapter 12
chapter 13
chapter 14
Chapter1
She parked her car beneath a wide-topped tree filled with leaves, offering the shadiest spot on the street. It was a warm California day an hour south of San Francisco in Silicon Valley where Jasmine Thompson lived. The cool air was scented sweetly with flowers and blooms from the multitude of natural growth around her, and it mixed with the rich smells of hot eucalyptus trees and the salty air from the Pacific Ocean and the San Francisco Bay.
Jasmine looked down at her belly and gently held her palm over it. “We’re going to go meet your daddy and talk to him for the first time today. This is only the second time I’ve met him and he’s nice, but I know he’s excited about you, and you are one lucky little baby. When you finally come into this world, you’re going to be born into a wonderful home.”
She smiled and gave her belly a little rub before releasing the seatbelt and opening the car door. She felt nervous, but she didn’t want the baby in her to know that if it was at all possible. She turned and looked at the building where she was headed.
It was a two-story structure; an older building made in the 1940s and nestled into a row of other buildings all with different façades, but all built in the same time frame. They lined the small streets of one of the older sections of Palo Alto, one that had gone through a renaissance. While the little neighborhood had been updated, the old buildings had been kept and lightly refurbished, so the vintage feel of the area was kept intact.
She liked the look and feel of the neighborhood, it was simple and sweet, and it felt to her as if she had stepped back in time, except for the newer cars and the displays in some of the windows. The pace of the hum and busyness of the street was slower than it was in other places, and in other cities even close by. It felt like time had slowed down, like no one was in a hurry, and everyone had time to stroll along, nod at other passersby, and enjoy the day. It was a welcome change for her from the fast-paced neighborhood where she lived and where she had gone to college.
Breathing in deeply, she told herself that she had made the right decision, and what she was doing would all be over in six short months, and then her life would be her own, and she could do what she had dreamed of for so long.
She looked up and down the street and thought to herself that the flower shop she was determined to open someday would look beautiful alongside the other old fashioned shops on the street, perhaps somewhere between the candy shop and the café. She could have flowers set about outside to draw people in, and she could make up a lovely window that made people stop and smile.
Jasmine let her breath out in a sigh and turned to go back to the building she had come there to begin with. She paused a moment as she passed by a big plate glass window where she saw her reflection, and she gave herself a cursory glance to be sure she looked nice.
She was taller, standing at five feet eight inches, and she had a slender frame, though her feminine curves left no doubt that she was all woman. Her soft black hair fell in bigger curls around her head like a dark halo, which she kept cut into a wedge at about ear length, with the back shorter and the curls around the front styled to frame her face well.
Her skin was the color of dark honeyed caramel and it had a healthy glow. She had dark eyes framed with thick black eyelashes just above high and delicately curved cheekbones. Her lips were full and she had a wide and bright smile loved by everyone who saw it.
Jasmine was wearing a pretty floral sundress that held closely to her curves while seeming to dance slightly around her calves; the hem lifting and billowing easily as she walked. She had strappy sandals on and her toes showed off the pedicure she’d gotten only a couple of days before. She gave herself a little smile, pleased with how she looked.
Picking up her courage, she walked inside and took the stairs to the second floor. She was impressed to see that there was an elevator installed in the building, and she wondered if she would be using that much later on in her pregnancy when her body might object to climbing up so many stairs.
She was fine just then, going up all of them and coming to a stop before a wooden door with a frosted glass window with the name Cameron Elliott on the outside of it. She opened the door and found herself in a fair-sized reception room. The furniture matched the timeless look of the building and the street. There was an older lady sitting at a wooden desk, typing something quickly on the computer before her. She looked up and smiled.
“Are you here to see Cameron?” she asked lightly. She was as friendly as the bouquet of bright spring flowers on the corner of her desk.
Jasmine nodded. “I am, thank you. I’m Jasmine Thompson.”
The lady nodded and picked up the phone near her, speaking into it for just a moment. “He’s free, you can go right in.” She indicated the wooden and frosted glass double doors opposite them, and Jasmine headed for them, her heart picking up its pace as she touched her fingers to the hardened area of her lower abdomen.
Opening the door, she stepped into a much larger room than the one she had just been in. There was a meeting area off to her left, where a big round table sat with chairs pushed up all around it. Before her was another
old wooden desk, much bigger than the one in the receptionist’s room, and it was connected to another desk to make an L shaped work area.
Behind the desk sat a young-looking man who looked to be somewhere in his late twenties, but whom she knew was thirty-three. She had met him once before, this handsome man who had a boyish looking charm while still managing to look like an adult.
He had dark brown hair that had been carefully combed that morning and not touched again since, even though he had been out in the breezy California day, so he’d come away with a slightly tousled look. His eyes were dark brown, and like hers, had long, thick, dark eyelashes. He had a squared jaw and a soft, sweet smile.
“Hello!” his face brightened when she walked in the door. Standing up, he quickly walked around the desk to meet her and pulled out a chair for her. Jasmine smiled back and thanked him, taking a seat. Rather than walking back to his sea behind the desk, he sat in the other chair in front of his desk, so that he was beside her.
“I’m so glad you came in, thank you. I hope it was convenient for you.” He looked to her as if he might be a little nervous as well, just like she had been going into his building. “Can I get you anything? Water, juice, coffee, tea? Fruit or a bagel or anything?”
She laughed a little. “I’d take some water, thank you.” She was going to turn him down, but he looked so eager to offer her some kind of refreshment that she thought she’d better take him up on it.
He got a bottle of cold water from the mini fridge in the corner of the room, picking up one for himself as well, and he went to go sit next to her again. He handed it to her as he sat down and looked at her openly.
“I know it might seem kind of strange that we’re meeting so late into this pregnancy, but the doctor suggested that we wait until the first trimester was over before we met up again, to be sure that the pregnancy would take. I hope that doesn’t sound too… morbid, but I thought I’d take his advice. Anyway, I haven’t seen you since I interviewed you for this arrangement. How is it going for you?” he was focused intently on her, as if there wasn’t anything else going on in the room, and nothing else around them that might distract his attention.
She liked feeling that she was important enough that someone would give all of their attention to her. “It’s not so strange. I understand why the doctor recommended that. I know some pregnancies don’t take in the first trimester, so this makes sense.” She took a drink of her water and continued. “We’re doing really well. The baby’s growing like it should, and we are both healthy.”
“Is this a good experience for you so far? Have you been sick at all?” He asked, worrying about her and wishing he could look at her belly without feeling that it would be intrusive. The only time he had ever seen her was when they had met for her initial interview.
He had been looking for a surrogate mother to carry a child for him, and she had applied. He knew that she was a good match for what he wanted in a healthy and strong baby, so he hired her. After that it was simply a matter of him visiting the doctor on his own to give a deposit of his sperm, and then her visiting the doctor on her own to have the invitro fertilization procedure done. He was notified by the doctor that the pregnancy had taken, and the test results were positive, after that he was told he should wait until she was past her first trimester before he met with her again. It had been nerve wracking to him to wait, but he did as he was advised.
“We’re good! It’s been an easy pregnancy so far, or at least, I guess it feels that way to me. You know this is my first pregnancy, so I don’t really have anything to compare it to, but I think it’s been really easy so far. There were a few days that I didn’t feel well, but other than that it hasn’t been too big of an adjustment. I realize that’s going to change fairly soon, but we are both good for now.” She smiled at him, glad that he was so concerned, and also glad that she could reassure him that everything was fine.
“I’m so glad to hear that. I’d rather have been in touch with you all along, just in case there was anything that I could do to help you or anything that I could provide to you if you needed it.” He hesitated and looked at her with concern. “Is there anything that you need?” he asked interestedly.
Jasmine looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. “Actually, I’ve been doing some research on pregnancy and the different things that I can be doing to help the baby develop and do well while it’s still in the womb. There are things I can do to help stimulate brain activity and develop critical thinking areas in the baby’s brain.”
His eyebrows went up and he looked at her in surprise. “You’re trying to find ways to help the baby while you’re pregnant? That’s wonderful! That’s… thank you so much! Rather than just carrying it, you’re being proactive about what you can do that’s best for the baby while you’re pregnant. I’m really… wow, I’m impressed, and grateful,” he sighed happily and looked less anxious, “I’m really grateful, thank you. How can I help you with that? What can I do?”
She smiled at him. She loved seeing that he was so interested in being involved in his unborn baby’s life so early on. “Well, if I’m going to carry this tiny one, I want to be sure that it has all the best that I can give it. You know, to provide the baby with a good start. So, I read that one of the ways that I can do that is to put a machine on my belly that plays classical music. Classical music is a big help to them as they’re growing inside. Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, Strauss, those kinds of composers created music that really stimulates our minds, and that’s true while they are still in the womb.
There’s a sound machine that we can get that will do that, or I can use headphones and stretch them over the belly. That could be helpful.”
She knew what he was thinking before he even said it, because his expressions gave him away. “Absolutely, we’ll get one right away. I’m glad you’ve thought of that. What else can I do?”
Jasmine didn’t want to seem too aggressive with her pregnancy plan, but he was the father, and he was paying for the whole thing, so her inhibitions about asking him for too much were at bay. “I am eating only organic food, and really trying to stay away from processed food. I know it’s probably better for the baby, but it is more expensive.”
She didn’t have to say another word. He shook his head, “I’ve got this, I want you to have the best food available to you, and the best medical care. In fact, any expense that arises due to this pregnancy is mine to cover.” He reached his hand for his wallet and pulled it out, fishing a credit card out from a stack of cards. “Here you are, just use this during the whole pregnancy. You won’t hit the limit on it, so don’t worry about that. Also, I’ve arranged for my accountant to send you a five-thousand-dollar a month stipend for the duration of the pregnancy.
I’ll have her send over fifteen thousand dollars for the first three months of the pregnancy that you’ve already gone through, and then each of these remaining six months, you’ll receive five thousand a month. That’s just to help with whatever costs you have or needs… clothes, cravings, whatever. Then, as we agreed when I hired you, you’ll be paid the full one hundred thousand dollars once the baby is born, for providing the surrogacy service.”
He handed the card to her and she smiled and took it from him. “Thank you, this is good of you. I’m pleased to see that you’re so ready to take care of the baby already, and that you’re just as concerned with me too. You’re responsible and thoughtful, and I like that.”
Cameron shrugged and smiled, “Well, it’s my baby. Nothing’s too good for either of you. Put all of your expenses on that card, if you would please. Gas, food, clothes, whatever you want. I’ll look into getting the music machine for you, and if you think of anything else that might be good, just let me know.”
He looked at her curiously then. “Has the doctor said what the gender of the baby is yet?” he asked almost pointedly.
She shook her head. “No, I think he said we’ll find out when I’m about five months along. I’ll let you know as soon as I find
out. Are you hoping for anything either way?”
Cameron smiled. “I’m really hoping for a boy. It’s pretty important to me, actually.”
Jasmine nodded. “I understand. I’ll let you know when I find out.”
“Thank you.” He leaned back in his chair a little way, regarding her thoughtfully. “I can see how important this pregnancy is to you, and though the baby is genetically yours, you are giving full rights to it to me, as per our contract, but I do want to say that I can see just how seriously you are taking this, just as seriously as if you were keeping the baby. I’m really impressed with that, and very thankful for it. I want you to know that.”
She was pleased that he bothered to mention it. “It is important to me, and it would be even if it wasn’t my egg we were using. Even if someone else had been the mother, it’s still a new human life, and I feel like I owe it every possible chance at a good beginning that I can give it, if that’s possible.”
He leaned forward and rested his hands on his knees. “Will you please keep me informed all the way through the pregnancy about what’s going on and how you’re doing? Come into the office here to visit with me once a month after each doctor visit, and show me the sonograms and let me know the latest developments?”