The Billionaire's Secret Surrogate (MANHATTAN BACHELORS Book 4)

by Susan Westwood

  Table of Contents

  Chapter1

  chapter 8

  THE BILLIONAIRE'S

  SECRET SURROGATE

  SUSAN WESTWOOD

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  Summary

  A Billionaire Surrogacy Romance that will leave you SHOCKED and AMAZED....

  Billionaire Pierce Carrington had achieved all he ever wanted in life. Everything apart from finding love.

  With his own biological clock ticking, Pierce knew his only realistic way to have a child of his own was to hire a surrogate.

  And he chose curvy Kate Wilder.

  Kate was set to be paid $500k for her surrogacy services but the billionaire had an interesting caveat inserted into the contract.

  He stated that the baby must be produced by natural conception and that this surrogacy must remain top secret, even to his own family....

  Was the billionaire really only looking for a child? Or was he longing for something more?

  Copyright Notice

  The Billionaire's Secret Surrogate © 2017, Susan Westwood

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

  This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author / publisher.

  Contents

  Chapter1

  Chapter2

  Chapter3

  Chapter4

  Chapter5

  Chapter6

  Chapter7

  chapter 8

  chapter 9

  chapter 10

  chapter 11

  chapter 12

  chapter 13

  chapter 14

  Chapter1

  Soft jazz rolled through the air, accented with the tinkle of silverware on plates and glasses meeting in agreement. The low hum of conversation filled in the spaces between notes in the music, and there was an occasional laugh ringing out above it all as the patrons of the restaurant ate their way through a meal and slowly found the bottoms of their drinking glasses.

  It was a posh restaurant, one of many dotting the street where the well-heeled strolled by windows dressed with the most luxurious finery in New York City. Fifth Avenue was renowned throughout the world for its glitter and gold, and it was mesmerizing to some and nothing but home to others.

  For the two men seated at a private table in the restaurant, it was just another street in the city. Pierce Carrington and his best friend Matt Gardner had both surpassed the millionaire mark and had drifted comfortably into the billionaire club. Pierce’s money was old family money, though he had substantially increased the wealth that he was born into with his keen business sense and his brilliant mind. He had a knack for knowing good business, and money seemed to fall on him like rain in a monsoon. He was a magnet for it.

  Matt’s money was self-made. He had some good ideas in high school and his first year of college that the tech industry jumped on, and his good ideas kept on coming, and so did the river of funds into his bank account.

  Neither of them were pretentious about it. Pierce didn’t care about the money, he cared about his family and the family businesses. He cared about success; failure was never an option for him. Matt had grown up in a home where value was placed on people, not things, and those lessons weren’t lost on him.

  They had met in college and become fast friends, and their friendship had deepened over the years. They relied on each other for advice, for humor, for support, and for the bond of chosen brotherhood. It was clear to anyone that their friendship was one that would last a lifetime. Though at that moment, their friendship was the subject of conversation that Matt had brought up with a serious tone.

  “You know, Pierce, I’d almost forgotten what you look like. It’s been too long,” he said as the server left them with their drinks. “I know you’ve got a lot going on, but you’ve got to step out more.” His brown eyes were kind but intent on Pierce.

  They were almost the same build, tall and muscular; what the general public called ‘big men’, though Matt was a little stockier than Pierce. Pierce had a more toned and narrow body. His carefully styled blonde hair was combed to one side and short around his collar. His jawline was squared, his cheekbones high, his nose long and narrow, his lips were full, and his sky-blue eyes were somewhat stormy, set beneath his furrowed brow.

  “I know that, Matt. I’m sorry. I have been at my father’s side almost nonstop the last three months. We’re working on so much with the family businesses right now. It’s been wearing on me a little, to be honest. I haven’t gotten out to do anything, and if I had, it certainly would have been to spend at least a little time with you.” He gave an apologetic shrug.

  Matt nodded. “I thought so. Usually when you say you’re working on something with your father, I know that it’s going to be a little while before I see you again, but it’s been a few months now. What’s going on? Anything good?”

  Pierce smiled a little as he raised his glass and lifted a brow optimistically. “Very good, but nothing I can talk about until we’re done with it. It’s going to double the size of our business, and that has kept me tied to the desk and the phone and my father’s side while we’ve been making it happen.”

  With a grin, Matt took a sip of his drink. “Well, I’m glad to hear that. Not that you need it, but nothing makes you happier than success. I hope it works out like you want it to.”

  “It will,” Pierce answered. It wasn’t an arrogant answer, but more one of assuredness. He didn’t wonder if it would work out. He knew that it would work out. There was no question of it.

  Matt tipped his head to the side a little. “You know, I worry about you sometimes.”

  Pierce frowned slightly. “Worry about me? What for? I don’t think anyone’s worried about me since I was behind the wheel of a car for the first time.”

  With a laugh, Matt shook his head. “You’re probably right about that.” He took a breath. “I worry about how often you’re alone.”

  “I’m rarely alone.” Pierce looked at him with some confusion.

  Matt gave his head a shake as he took another drink. “No, I mean alone without anyone in your life. You’re married to your work. There’s no one around when you aren’t working. When was the last time you had a date?”

  Pierce let out a long slow sigh as he curled his fingers around the bottom of the glass before him, and looked downward for a moment. “It’s been a while. I’ve just been focused on the business and on the family. I haven’t… I haven’t given any real thought to dating and I keep myself so busy that I guess I don’t even really notice it.”

  Matt leaned forward and looked at him intently. “Well, you might not notice it right no
w, but something that seems to evade you is that time is passing you by and the more you work the more time slips away from you. Before you know it, you’re going to be much older and you’ll look up from your work and discover that you missed out on years and years of your life that you could have shared with someone. You used to talk about having a family someday. Is that still something that you want?”

  Biting his lower lip for a moment in thought, Pierce nodded and looked up seriously at Matt. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

  “Well, it’s a plain fact that if you don’t start dating, you aren’t going to find a girl, and if you don’t find a girl, you’re not going to have a family.” He looked pointedly at Pierce.

  Pierce frowned slightly. “Are you dating?”

  Matt laughed. “I never stopped dating. I just haven’t found the girl I can’t let go of yet, but I’m happy to keep looking until I do.”

  Pierce smiled a little. “I guess we don’t talk about that too much.”

  “No, we’re always talking about business and your family, when we talk about you.” Matt pointed his finger at him lightly as if to drive home the statement.

  “You’re right,” Pierce said quietly as he finished off his drink and set his glass down on the table. “I should give that some thought, I guess. I’ll do that as soon as I’m done with this current deal that my father and I are working on.”

  He wasn’t sure he meant it, but he didn’t want to talk about it any further. Matt eyed him knowingly and let it go. He turned the topic of conversation to other things, and the night wore itself away. When the meal was gone and the hour was late, the two men bid each other a good night and Pierce went to his condo just down the way on Fifth Avenue, not too far from the restaurant.

  Normally he would have driven out to the family mansion in the Hamptons at the end of Long Island where he lived with his father and siblings, but as he had an early morning, he thought he’d stay at his condo and skip the traffic, and get a good night’s sleep.

  A good night’s sleep was not to be his that evening. He had tried to wave off the things that his best friend had brought up to him; talk about dating and women and building a family, but the words that Matt had said to him stayed with him.

  He had wanted a family. He had always wanted a family since he was a child and understood that one day he would grow to be a man like his father, and he would have a chance to find a girl and make her his wife. He had immediately taken to the idea, and he had cherished it. He had watched his own father and mother, until she had passed away in a car accident, and then he had continued to watch his father, learning how he wanted to be when he found a wife and had his own children.

  Building up the family business took time, precious time, and slipped away from him faster than he could catch it, like tiny grains of sand sifting through his fingers. It seemed to him that the tighter he tried to hold on to it, the faster it fell away from him.

  He hadn’t meant for the business he did to absorb so much of his life, but it had. Matt had been right. He hadn’t noticed that so many years had passed him by. He stood looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror at his condo and stared at himself.

  He was as good looking as he had ever been, and he knew it, though he paid no attention to it. He was a golden boy; the oldest of the four siblings in his family; blonde haired, blue eyed, well built. He was the tallest of them. The leader. The responsible older brother. The first born. He was the one who stood at his father’s side and helped work the family business. He shouldered much more responsibility than any of his brothers or his sister.

  His reflection stared back at him and he saw that time was slowly beginning to etch itself around him; there were fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and there were just a few silver hairs at his temples. He was still in his early thirties, but he worked so much that he hadn’t given himself much time to relax and it seemed to show just a little. He felt a coldness in the pit of his stomach as he thought about the years that had gone by in a flash; slipped right past him as he had worked. Money and success had been his lifemates and he knew that there was a great void where there should be much more. Where he had once wanted a family, and he still did, but he had been so long turned away from those dreams of old and so focused on business that he felt like a stranger turning to look back at the idea of a family just then. It was as if the concept was a long-forgotten childhood fantasy that no longer made sense in his adult life in the real world.

  He readied himself for bed and sank himself down into the pillows, closing his eyes. He tried to clear his mind, but as sleep took him, his mind stayed on the subject, and his dreams became dark the deeper he slept.

  Pierce saw himself years into the future; the king of Manhattan, wealthy even beyond what he was already, with a mountain of gold beneath him, sitting on a lonely throne, with no one around him. The mountain crumbled away, and he knew that it meant nothing, that it could not hold him up and could not sustain him as the visions in his sleep grew ever darker. He called out searching for family and friends, but there were none, it was only him. He called out for a wife, for a child of his, and there was nothing. He saw himself in shards of broken mirrors all around him, so very old that he looked ancient, his hands were weak and he was bent and aged, withering before his own eyes, and the more he looked, the more he realized just how alone he was, and panic overtook him. He knew in his dream that he needed others, that he needed someone there, that he could not be alone or he would die that way, and yet there was no one. He could find no one, no matter how he searched, no matter how he cried out, there was no one.

  He struggled and fought against the cold creeping loneliness that bound itself around him, against the death that seemed to hunt for him, and with a loud cry he awoke, sitting bolt upright in his bed, his skin covered in a cold sweat, his breath shallow and short, his body flooded with adrenaline and his heart pounding almost out of his chest.

  Laying back against his pillow, he whispered to himself. “It was just a dream… it was only a dream.” He tried to make himself believe it, but the visions he had seen would not leave his mind or his heart. He couldn’t close his eyes and find peaceful rest, and in reluctance, he surrendered the remainder of his sleep and the dark stillness of the night.

  Pouring himself a cup of hot tea, he sat down at his computer and willed himself with everything in him to focus on work, putting his mind and his thoughts on everything that would distract him from the agony of his nightmare.

  The sun rose over the city, spilling blushing hues and light over the buildings and Central Park like liquid gold. He looked up from his computer and rubbed his hands over his face, sighing wearily. He had needed more sleep, but he wasn’t about to try to get it. Not that night. Instead, he faced the new day with a long hot shower and a strong cup of coffee. He turned his mind to the meetings he had that morning, and the day ahead. It was going to be a busy day.

  The phone rang. He picked up his cell and saw his father’s face on the screen. He slid his finger over the surface of it and answered.

  “Good morning, Father,” he spoke, trying to sound as if he wasn’t as haggard as he felt.

  “Good morning, Pierce. How are you doing?” Carter asked him pleasantly. Carter was a magnate in the business world, and he had always been a tower of strength in Pierce’s eyes. He had admired his father all of his life, and even at that moment, just as in every moment of his days that had led up to it, he wished that he could be like his father.

  It was Carter who had taken their family from being wealthy to being a powerhouse leader in the global financial world. They were one of the wealthiest families not only in the state of New York, but also in the country, and they were among the elite on a global scale. While Carter had worked hard for that, it did not define him. He was a good man, and that had always inspired Pierce to be like his father.

  “I’m good. How are you?” he asked, genuinely wanting to know.

  “Very well,” his father told him and
he could hear the smile on the old man’s face. “I wanted to let you know that I’ve just been talking with the attorney’s and I’ll be giving you and your brothers and sister your inheritances soon. There’s a good deal of paperwork and all of that to go through, of course, but it will happen within the year.”

  “The inheritances…” he trailed off, his mind whirling as the reality of what that meant came to him with stark absolution.

  “Well yes, I’m not going to live forever. We’ve talked about this. I don’t want to wait until I’m gone before all of you get your share of everything. I want to give it to you now, and then retire. When I retire, you’ll be handling the bulk of the family business, Pierce. I can’t imagine that Lucas would do too much to step into that role, and we both know that Ryder and Camilla aren’t going to. She would be good at it, and she could take on some of the responsibility, but not Ryder. It’s really going to be you. It’s always been you. You’ve worked so hard at it, even from your later teenage years, you’ve always been involved one way or another. Why, this whole family owes you a great debt for the success that you’ve realized for all of us. I want you to have your share of it, or rather, I want all of you to have your share of it now. It’s due. Time to look to the future, son.” He sounded certain and Pierce swallowed hard.