Jeremy (Members From Money Book 4)

by Katie Dowe

  “Do you want us to do this another time, honey?” Deborah asked her in concern.

  “No, I am fine,” she said with a smile. “Let’s get on with the planning.”

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  Jared cooed as she powdered him and put on his diaper. Jeremy handed her his night shirt and she put it on him buttoning him up and passing him to his dad. “Now you are all clean and ready for bed.” She patted his diapered bottom as Jeremy took him.

  “I was wondering when I can take him out on the yacht.” He looked down into his son’s blue eyes which were staring up at him interestedly. “Want to go sailing with daddy, buddy?” he bent his head and inhaled his sweet baby smell and the little boy grabbed his curls. “Ouch!” Jeremy extricated his hair from his son’s strong grip. “You are into grabbingm aren’t you?”

  “Oh yes he is, aren’t you my sweet?” she touched his cheek tenderly and he smiled. “I don’t care what the book says, that is a smile and he is been doing that a lot.”

  “It’s going to be hard for you to leave him, isn’t it?” Jeremy asked her as he brought his son up to his shoulder and rubbed his back rhythmically.

  “I won’t be leaving him,” she sat on the sofa next to her family. “I have doing experiments online and there is an app that allows you to design without even leaving your house. I am going to design my office right next to Jared’s room and work from home. All I need to do is make up the designs and send it to my clients for approval. After that, I outsource people to get the job done.”

  “It sounds like a good idea.” He looked at her for a moment, “Are you sure you are not going to miss going to the antique stores?”

  “I will go there once in a while, but I can also do that online. The wonders of technology.”

  “Indeed,” he said in agreement. He used one arm to pull her closer to him. “I am glad you are back on track.”

  “So am I.” she murmured as she snuggled closer to him.

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  Deidre told him she had to run out and take care of something, but she would be back in time for the party.

  “I had no idea it is a formal event baby,” he had said with a frown as he took down his tuxedo.

  “After what we have been through, we need to dress up.” She had told him.

  It was supposed to start at 3 p.m. sharp and was being held indoors in the huge living room that was reserved for special occasions. Jeremy had on his tux and was holding his son in his arms as the guests milled around. He was surprised to see so many people as Deidre had told him that it was a small intimate affair. He was walking towards a group of men when he heard the announcement made by Leesa. “Ladies and gents, we are asking you to take your seats as the ceremony is about to begin.” He turned to look at her and she smiled at him. “Jeremy, could you come up here with me please?”

  He walked towards her on the raised dais with a frown. “What’s going on?” he mouthed to her.

  “Just be patient darling,” she whispered back. “Musicians?” she turned to the live band behind them. “Hit it!”

  The strains of ‘Endless Love’ came from the different instruments and something caused him to turn towards the doorway. He went still as she made her way into the room. She was wearing white, incandescent white lace that molded her figure like a second skin. There was a dip in the neck and she had on the diamond necklace he had given her recently. Her hair was put up on top of her head with a few tendrils drifting down her cheeks. She was smiling as she came towards him holding a bouquet of orchids in her hands. He could not move but only stared at her. He felt someone behind him but did not turn to see who it was. He was too entranced! He was in love so much that he could not breathe.

  “Are you surprised?” she asked him impishly as she stood before him.

  “Why?” he asked hoarsely, his eyes bright. It was as if there were no one else in the room. He could not see anyone else and neither could he hear them.

  “Because the first time we got married you did not know how I feel about you.” She passed the bouquet to Leesa. “I want to tell the world how I feel and to show them that you are the man I adore and will do so for the rest of my life.” She took her hands and felt them trembling. She looked at the minister. “We are ready.” She told him.

  They turned towards the minister who announced that they had asked to renew their vows and would like to repeat their vows.”

  “I know you are not prepared darling, so I will go first.” Her hands gripped his. “Jeremy, my husband and the father of my son. You are the love of my life and I never knew it could be this way. We started out with uncertainties, but no more. I love you to the ends of the earth and back and for the rest of our lives you will never have to wonder whether or not I love you. I will always show you.”

  He lifted her hands to his lips and the tears shone in his eyes. “Deidre Langley my wife, I have loved you for a very long time. I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I thought that love was just a myth that existed with just a chosen few, but I found it with you. I started living when you came into my life.” He looked around the room at the people looking at them. “I cannot believe you planned this.” He shook his head. “I felt your pain when you lost–”he stopped and looked at her anxiously.

  “It’s okay baby,” she said sincerely.

  “I want to spare you from every pain and everything bad. I would rather die than hurt you, and I promise you that I will always love you no matter what.”

  The minister declared them husband and wife again. “You may kiss your wife.”

  Jeremy took her into his arms slowly, his eyes holding hers. He framed her exquisite face and bent to meet her lips with his. Deidre felt the tremor before he even touched his lips to hers. She put her hands around his neck and sank into the kiss, her heart pounding against his. They broke apart at the applause, but still he held her inside his arms.

  They made the rounds and mingled but very soon they declared that he guests should enjoy the party as they were leaving.

  He lifted her over the threshold and walked with her up the steps to the bed. He knelt in front of her and held her hands. “I don’t know how to make you know how much I love you- “his voice broke and his hands tightened on hers. “I love you, my darling, and I always will.”

  “I know,” she ran fingers through his hair and bent to kiss him. “I love you too.”

  They spent the rest of the night showing each other how much!

  The end.

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  Falling For His Surrogate's Sister

  One sister has his baby, the other sister has his love...

  A complete story, brought to you by bestselling author Erica A Davis.

  The Slade sisters haven’t had the greatest time recently.

  Arlie suffered a miscarriage after a bad incident with her abusive ex-boyfriend, and Michelle hasn’t been able to find any more teaching work since she got laid off.

  So Michelle decides to become a surrogate for the rich, and is partnered up with eligible billionaire Matt Prentice; a man who wants a child more than anything.

  Soon both parties decide it's best if Michelle moves in with him, but only if she can bring her sister Arlie for support.

  However while Matt is working professionally with Michelle
to have his baby, he quickly falls head over heels for her sister Arlie!

  Will this new turn of events get too complicated for some?

  Or will Arlie, Matt and Michelle all get the happy endings they deserve?

  Find out in this passionate romance story by bestselling romance author Erica A Davis.

  Suitable for over 18s only due to sex scenes so hot, you'll need your own billionaire baby-daddy!

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 1

  "Women!" Jay Richard flopped onto the couch and swigged at his bottle. "You can't get them to do as they're told."

  Matt Prentice watched his friend with wry amusement. Jay was often moaning about women, claiming they were good for absolutely nothing except for a quick roll in the sheets. He could never figure out where Jay was coming from; he went out to charm every night and he even managed to maintain a relationship for a period of time. While Matt had barely met any of them, he knew Jay wouldn't be settled by a girl back home waiting for him.

  It wasn't uncommon for Jay to moan about women so Matt didn't hear any alarm bells going off. Picking up his own beer bottle, he sat in his favourite leather armchair and sat back.

  "Who's upset you now?"

  "That bitch I was seeing. The one from the ghetto." Jay sneered at the ceiling. "She had the nerve to walk out on me. And she took money from me. Just took my card and took hundreds of dollars out before I realized it was gone.”

  Matt blinked. That was ballsy. He wondered how the woman had managed to do that; Jay guarded his cards with his life.

  "Hundreds of dollars isn't much for you."

  "It was a lot." Jay's jaw was tight. "That black bitch is going to be in big trouble when I get hold of her."

  Friends as they were, Matt wished Jay wouldn't say things like that about women. Jay wasn't discriminate when it came to bed partners but he turned the hate on when a black woman walked away from him. Matt had never figured out the reason for this and it was uncomfortable when Jay went on one of his rants.

  While Matt didn't claim to be a perfect gentleman, he never said anything on Jay's level. He'd had his fair share of gold-diggers but he didn't stoop to being that disrespectful about them.

  He also knew whenever Jay talked like this, he was going to go looking for the woman and they were going to have it out, primarily with Jay's fists.

  "Jay, let your lawyer find her and sue her." He warned. "Don't go after her yourself. You know that's not good."

  Jay swigged his beer and raised an eyebrow at his friend. Six-five, long and lean with hard, compacted muscle with golden blond hair and sea-green eyes, Jay was a sight to behold. Women flocked around him, hanging off his arms and were hooked the minute he opened his mouth and his deep Southern twang came out. He was eye candy, for sure.

  Just now when he was threatening harm to a woman, which was a big no-no in Matt's book.

  "Who's going to know?"

  "I will." Matt pointed his bottle at him. "And I won't hesitate to tell anyone. You may be my best friend but friendship and money are not going to get you out of this."

  Jay looked like he wanted to protest but thought better of it. While he was bigger than Matt's six-feet, Matt could easily overpower him in a fight. Matt was a thinker through and through; he rarely did anything impulsively. And if he ended up having to fight with his fists he thought with his brain and could end the fight in just a few strikes. Jay had seen him in action against a man who was even bigger than Matt, height and width, and Matt had laid the man out in three strikes.

  He also knew Matt was a man of his word. He would tell the police, whether you were his closest friend, his enemy or even his mother. Matt didn't discriminate. He knew Jay saw him as a goody-two-shoes but he didn't care; it was preferable to do something about it and get to sleep at night than say nothing and someone got hurt.

  Jay scowled and looked at his bottle.

  "It's a good thing she's not pregnant." He grunted. "Then she would be using that little brat as a weapon."

  Matt swallowed.

  "Yeah." He croaked. "There is that."

  "You still broody?"

  Matt put his beer down. Suddenly he didn't feel thirsty. He sat back and rubbed his hands over his face. The mention of pregnancy and babies always set him off and it was getting harder to hide his feelings on the subject. Being his best friend, Jay knew about it but Matt kept it quiet from everyone, including his parents. He knew if they discovered he was broody they would set him up with the daughter of a friend and make them a married couple before the year was out. Marriage before children was a big thing for them.

  Not so for Matt. If he could have a child without the issues of having a woman involved then he would.

  Unfortunately science was not that advanced and he wasn't prepared to wait that long.

  "I don't know what it is," he confessed morosely. "But whenever I see a little baby I keep wishing I was holding that child. It must be amazing to have unconditional love from somebody."

  Men his age were either going out having a good time or were settled down for several years with children. It was the latter that Matt had missed out on early on and wished things hadn't gone that way.

  If Lucy and Charlie were still alive...

  He pushed thoughts of them away. Remembering them would involve a lot of tears and Matt wasn't breaking down in front of Jay; his friend wouldn't let him live it down.

  Jay shook his head and raised his bottle to his lips.

  "You are way too young to be getting broody." He declared.

  "I'm thirty-two, Jay. That crept up on me quicker than I realized."

  Matt had been so busy working he had barely noticed his thirtieth birthday come and go. It wasn't until he was nearly thirty-one that he realized he had moved into the next decade of his life. Now his brain was telling him he needed to ease off on his work and think about family before he blinked and found himself too old to do anything except plan his funeral.

  Family was a big thing for the Prentice clan. It was just Matt that hadn't got the message until much later in life.

  Jay chuckled and sat forward.

  "You need to find yourself a baby mama who's happy with having your baby and then pissing off out of your life."

  "That's not as easy as you make it out to be, Jay." Matt leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling. "I know the women bond with their unborn child. There are very few people out there who can give birth and not give a damn about the child. And with my luck the woman will not want to part with a baby she originally agreed she would have nothing to do with."

  "Then how about a surrogate? Women give birth to babies for other people for money and they don't need to have sex with you. It's clinical and they have no ties to the child afterwards."

  Matt had thought about it but had dismissed it early on. The bonding with the unborn child would still happen. He didn't have a wife to donate eggs so it would be his sperm with another woman's eggs. And he saw the surrogate trying to squeeze more money out of him so they could get whatever they could, all because they were carrying what he wanted most in the world.

  But could it happen? Would there be a woman out there who was willing to give birth and then walk away for the right price? Matt didn't like thinking about women and money in the same sentence but, sadly for him, the women he met often wanted money more than anything else. Money he had in the billions.

  He frowned at Jay.

  "You think that would work?"

  Jay nodded and grinned.

  "Easily."

  *****

  Arlie Slade felt like someone was screaming in her ear. It was making her head ring and seemed to be getting louder. She clamped her hands over her ears and tried to move away from the noise.

  Only to suddenly wake when her shoulder
and knee came into jarring contact with the wall. It was then that she realized it was her cell phone going off with her siren of an alarm call.

  Even after months not needing it she still couldn't remember to turn the damn thing off.

  Rolling onto her stomach, Arlie snatched up her cell phone and swiped her alarm off. Then she dropped it onto the bedside cabinet and dropped her head onto her arms. It had taken her hours to get to sleep; the sun must have been rising by the time her eyes finally closed. The flashbacks wouldn't go away and Arlie couldn't find any safe haven inside her mind to hide until they left.

  Men. If they treated women the way she had been treated they certainly weren't the bother. They could all go to hell as far as she was concerned.

  It took a lot of effort for Arlie to sit up and force herself off the bed. While it was comfortable and warm, she needed to get moving. She and her sister needed to get a move on with the job situation before they were evicted from Michelle's apartment. Then they would be out in the streets in freezing temperatures.

  Being unemployed sucked.

  Arlie made her way into the lounge, where her younger sister was curled up on the couch, the landline phone to her ear. Arlie yawned, not bothering to hide it, as she walked through to the open kitchenette near the door.

  "Morning."

  Michelle gave her a quick wave and went back to her phone call.

  "Sorry? No, that was my sister. She's staying with me."

  Arlie opened the fridge and got out the milk, keeping one ear open as she put the milk on the counter and flicked the kettle on. If this was a job offer things would be looking up. Michelle was a workaholic; she hated not working. And being laid off because of cutting down on teachers at her school had hurt. She had been searching for a month and nothing had come up.

  Her sister reached for a notepad on the coffee table, snatched up a pen and placed both in her lap, the phone cradled between her ear and shoulder.

  "Okay, that sounds promising. Can we meet in person...? Glad we're on the same lines. When do you want to meet?" She began scribbling on the pad. "Monday's no problem at all. Yes, I'll be there at 9am. What's the address?" More scribbling. "Okay, got it. I'll see you then. Goodbye."