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I’m astounded. “Are you offering me money to have a termination?”
“Yes. The same way the Clarks offered you money to carry their baby.”
“You fucking asshole. Get the fuck out of my face, and I never want to see you again!” I hiss and turn to enter the house.
I’m so angry; my whole body is trembling. That last barb hits me hard. I slam the door with a bang and lean on it, breathing heavily. I feel cheap. Up for sale.
The same way the Clarks offered you money to carry their baby.
I hate myself. Alec is right. I had offered my womb for hire for money. I had even used my egg to make the baby for the Clarks. What kind of person am I that I would do anything to fund my dream to be a writer?
A moment later, Alec’s car roars to life, and then he drives off, its wheels squealing.
“Ivy, are you all, right?”
I straighten up, startled. I hadn’t heard Peter’s footsteps. “Yes, I’m fine.”
“What happened? Did he hurt you?” Peter says, closing the distance between us. A look of worry covers his features.
“No, of course not. He was sent to convince me to have a termination. I said no and chased him away.”
Peter stares at me. “You really want to have this baby?”
“Yes.” I drop my hand to my belly. “I don’t know why, but suddenly I want this more than anything in the world.”
“I’ll be there for you, Ivy. In every way you need me to be,” Peter says earnestly.
I smile. “Thanks, Peter. You’re the best friend anyone could ever ask for.”
He opens his mouth to say something and then seemingly changes his mind. Instead, he closes the distance between us and folds me into a hug. A sob breaks out of me as the events of the last twenty minutes sink in.
I’ve met the father of the baby I’m carrying, and he has made it very clear that he wants a termination.
“Hey, it’s okay. Everything will be just fine,” Peter says softly.
My sobs gradually subside. Peter is right, and everything is going to be just fine. I’m an adult, and I won’t be the first single mother in the history of parenthood. I’m a professional author who has just been signed by a publishing company.
I’ll use the advance carefully while I write like mad to complete the first book. I don’t need Alec Anderson in my life.
4
Alec
“You’re a fool!” Dylan says. “You don’t order women around; haven’t you learned that by now?”
“How could he when his relationships never last longer than a week?” Jace pipes in.
“I’m surprised that both of you somehow think you’re different. When was the last time you were in a relationship, and how long did it last?” I pause for a beat. “Don’t worry. I’ll wait.”
Two servers come bearing our food bringing a temporary end to our conversation. My stomach rumbles at the sight of the food. I haven’t eaten since breakfast and attack my steak and potatoes ravenously.
“If mom saw us now, she would have a heart attack,” Jace says with a chuckle.
I grin, imagining the disgust on our very proper mother’s face if she saw the rate at which our food was disappearing from our plates.
“So, what’s the plan seeing as you fucked up what would have been the perfect opportunity to sort out this mess?” Dylan says, returning our attention to why we met for dinner.
“I honestly don’t know. I’ve never met anyone like her. She’s broke from what I could see, but you should have seen her when I suggested compensation.”
