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any.” I pretended to climb out of the bed, like I’d really let him go to work unfulfilled. However, he pulled me back before my foot even touched the ground.
“You know you’re my perfect angel,” he mumbled as he covered me with kisses. “Just give me the chance to show you how much you’ve come to mean to me.”
I pulled into the drugstore parking lot, a smile crossing my lips as I remembered how the rest of the morning went. Afterwards, he’d lingered in bed so long I thought he’d be late for work. “If I didn’t have to meet with senior execs, I’d spend the rest of the morning holding you,” he’d said.
While I would have enjoyed nothing better, I was glad he went to the office so I could have a little time on my own. Although I’d come to rely on Andrew more and more, my independence still meant a great deal to me. I’d started to fear my growing reliance on Andrew would compromise it. That’s why I bought the Prius with my own money even though he’d offered my choice of rides from his fleet of cars.
“No, thanks, I don’t think I’d be comfortable in a Benz or a Beemer,” I’d told him. “My last car was a Honda Accord, that’s more my style.”
“At least let me buy you the car, that’s the least I can do.”
“You’ve paid me more than enough so far that I can buy my own car.”
Andrew raised a skeptical eyebrow, as if he saw the small measure of distance I tried to put between us, but didn’t argue any further. “Get something safe,” he’d added in a huffy tone.
I entered the drugstore and got two more pregnancy test three-packs. I threw some other items into the basket so the pregnancy tests wouldn’t stand out like a sore thumb. However, the cashier at the checkout gave me a knowing look anyway.
“Good luck!” she said as she handed me my bag.
I gave her a brief smile and hurried back to my care, eager to get home and take one of the tests. But just as I unlocked the driver’s side door, I heard a man’s voice yell, “Ryanna!”
I looked up and a blinding bright flash appeared before my eyes. I had to blink several times to get my vision to return to normal, and even then, I still saw purple spots dancing about.
“What the hell?” I muttered, not even noticing the man approaching me until he was about a couple of feet away.
“Are you Ryanna Owens?” he asked in a raspy voice.
“Yes, who wants to know.” Still unable to do hardly more than squint, I looked at the man, who I’d never seen before in my life. Wearing an ill-fitting dark suit, wide striped tie, and horn-rimmed glasses, he held a huge camera, the kind paparazzi used to take pictures of movie stars. He pointed it at me, and I held my hand up to my eyes to protect them.
But instead of taking my picture again, the man pulled a tape recorder out of his pocket. “Ryanna Owens?” he repeated.
“Yes, who are ─”
“Is it true you’re Andrew Rutledge’s surrogate? That he’s paying you three million dollars to have his baby?”
“What? No! Who told you that?” I tried to escape into the car, but I fumbled with the keys and dropped them to the ground. Meanwhile, the man kept questioning me.
“Is it true you’ll be paid the three million dollars in installments and you’ve received a one million dollar payment already? How did you meet Andrew Rutledge? Why would you agree to this? Aren’t you scared of being labeled a gold-digging whore? C’mon Ryanna, answer the questions!”
Through a concentrated effort, I managed to avoid looking at him or his camera again while I found my keys. Though my fingers shook like crazy, I managed to get in the car, and start the ignition. The man continued to shout at me, even as I drove away. I couldn’t hear what he said, but gold-digging whore continued to reverberate in my mind.
Without totally realizing it until I was almost there, I drove to the Rutledge Electronics headquarters. I pulled into the visitor’s lot, the same place where
“You know you’re my perfect angel,” he mumbled as he covered me with kisses. “Just give me the chance to show you how much you’ve come to mean to me.”
I pulled into the drugstore parking lot, a smile crossing my lips as I remembered how the rest of the morning went. Afterwards, he’d lingered in bed so long I thought he’d be late for work. “If I didn’t have to meet with senior execs, I’d spend the rest of the morning holding you,” he’d said.
While I would have enjoyed nothing better, I was glad he went to the office so I could have a little time on my own. Although I’d come to rely on Andrew more and more, my independence still meant a great deal to me. I’d started to fear my growing reliance on Andrew would compromise it. That’s why I bought the Prius with my own money even though he’d offered my choice of rides from his fleet of cars.
“No, thanks, I don’t think I’d be comfortable in a Benz or a Beemer,” I’d told him. “My last car was a Honda Accord, that’s more my style.”
“At least let me buy you the car, that’s the least I can do.”
“You’ve paid me more than enough so far that I can buy my own car.”
Andrew raised a skeptical eyebrow, as if he saw the small measure of distance I tried to put between us, but didn’t argue any further. “Get something safe,” he’d added in a huffy tone.
I entered the drugstore and got two more pregnancy test three-packs. I threw some other items into the basket so the pregnancy tests wouldn’t stand out like a sore thumb. However, the cashier at the checkout gave me a knowing look anyway.
“Good luck!” she said as she handed me my bag.
I gave her a brief smile and hurried back to my care, eager to get home and take one of the tests. But just as I unlocked the driver’s side door, I heard a man’s voice yell, “Ryanna!”
I looked up and a blinding bright flash appeared before my eyes. I had to blink several times to get my vision to return to normal, and even then, I still saw purple spots dancing about.
“What the hell?” I muttered, not even noticing the man approaching me until he was about a couple of feet away.
“Are you Ryanna Owens?” he asked in a raspy voice.
“Yes, who wants to know.” Still unable to do hardly more than squint, I looked at the man, who I’d never seen before in my life. Wearing an ill-fitting dark suit, wide striped tie, and horn-rimmed glasses, he held a huge camera, the kind paparazzi used to take pictures of movie stars. He pointed it at me, and I held my hand up to my eyes to protect them.
But instead of taking my picture again, the man pulled a tape recorder out of his pocket. “Ryanna Owens?” he repeated.
“Yes, who are ─”
“Is it true you’re Andrew Rutledge’s surrogate? That he’s paying you three million dollars to have his baby?”
“What? No! Who told you that?” I tried to escape into the car, but I fumbled with the keys and dropped them to the ground. Meanwhile, the man kept questioning me.
“Is it true you’ll be paid the three million dollars in installments and you’ve received a one million dollar payment already? How did you meet Andrew Rutledge? Why would you agree to this? Aren’t you scared of being labeled a gold-digging whore? C’mon Ryanna, answer the questions!”
Through a concentrated effort, I managed to avoid looking at him or his camera again while I found my keys. Though my fingers shook like crazy, I managed to get in the car, and start the ignition. The man continued to shout at me, even as I drove away. I couldn’t hear what he said, but gold-digging whore continued to reverberate in my mind.
Without totally realizing it until I was almost there, I drove to the Rutledge Electronics headquarters. I pulled into the visitor’s lot, the same place where
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