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I’m “The Baby Maker.”
I give women what they want, no questions asked.
And I get paid to do it.
It’s the easiest job in the world.
No fuss, no mess, and I make a ton of money.
It was perfect.
Then my next client walked in, and everything went to hell.
Elisha was the last person I expected to see. The girl that got away.
Curves that could make a model jealous and come-hither eyes that turn my muscles to mush.
Her husband treats her like dirt. I’ll treat her like the queen she is.
I screwed up once, but this time I’ll do everything right.
No games. No regrets. I’m taking Elisha back.
And this time, I’m not letting her go.
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“So, if you don’t mind me asking…” The woman in front of me flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder and she runs her tongue along her teeth in a flirty manner. “How exactly did you get into this business, Jacob Brown?”
I smile and allow her question to wash over me for a moment before I answer. No one normally asks me this. To be honest, they are more interested in what I have to offer them. A part of me that I willingly sell.
“Well, I was given a choice when I left college. Do I take on an unorthodox job or do I move back home with my parents? I love New York. I don’t like my home town. It’s one of those small places where everyone is toxic and we all know each other’s businesses. I don’t want anyone to know about me anymore. Guess, that’s what brought me into this.”
“So, selling your sperm was the way forward, huh?” She waves the little pot at me as if that’s an appropriate way to have this conversation. “That really does seem a bit crazy, don’t you think?”
“Well, I stumbled across it to be honest. I wanted a job in the media but unfortunately that’s one of the jobs where you need to know the right people and I didn’t know anyone. This just kind of happened… but it’s a good one.”
“Yeah, you like it?” She winks at me. “You like sowing your seed?”
“It isn’t like I do it the old fashioned way, is it?” I laugh crazily. “But yes, it’s a lot of fun.”
“Fun?” She looks at me like I’ve gone a little crazy, which maybe I have. “Really?”
“Hmm, that’s true. Maybe it isn’t fun that I mean. It’s useful. It helps people.”
Her face softens then and she gives up the bold façade for a moment. “Yeah, that’s right. You do help people. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t find you. I’m getting desperate to have a child.” Her eyes run up and down me and she smiles. “And with someone so handsome as well, I feel I’m just so lucky. This baby will have good genes.”
“Oh well, I don’t know about that.” I try to brush off those words because I think they are a defense mechanism. She’s probably embarrassed that she can’t have a baby with her husband. Her very wealthy husband judging by the size of her check, and she wants to cover it up. He might have everything, but he obviously doesn’t have sperm that works. “But I’m glad that I can help you. I want you to have what you desire.”
She gets that misty eyed look then, the one that I’ve noticed all women get when they think about motherhood. That’s what I want to achieve, I want people to have what they deserve. The women who work this hard to be a mother will be good at it too. It isn’t like it’s just an accidental pregnancy. They really want it.
I try to see this woman as a mom too, but it’s an alien image to me. I don’t really think about the kids that come later, they don’t have anything to do with me. Biologically, yes but obviously nothing more. They belong to these women; I don’t think a time will come when they all come looking for me.
I shudder. I don’t know what I’ll do if that happens. I’ll deal with that when it comes to it.
“You are a real sweet guy, aren’t you?” She pinches me playfully. “What does your girlfriend think about you doing this? She must have an opinion on you spreading your seed around the world. Even if it is for good.”
“I don’t have a girlfriend yet.”
“You don’t have a girlfriend? I don’t believe that. A good looking guy like you…”
“Really, I don’t have a girlfriend. I never have girlfriends. That just isn’t me.”
“Ah, I see.” She smiles knowingly. “You’re one of those. A play boy. A different girl every night.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that, but I don’t get into anything serious. Not since…” I almost say her name then but my voice box stops me at the very last moment. It blocks in my throat; I can’t speak about her.
“Ooh, who? That sounds juicy!” I can already tell that she won’t let it drop.
“Just some girl from college.” My heart wrenches in my chest. It’s agony. I probably crumble in front of this woman. “She was ‘the one’… or at least I thought she was. But I was too immature for her then.”
“What did you do?” She rests her hands on her hips. “I can already tell that you did something.”
I smirk as she sees right through me. “I was young and naïve, not even twenty-one years old yet…”
“I was married at twenty-one,” she shoots, shutting my theory down. “So, that’s not really an excuse.”