When I had texted the girls to tell them I wouldn’t be home for a while and that I hadn’t gone through with the surrogacy, my mind raced about my next move. Gerald told me about the proposal every chance he got. He even had his attorney draw up the contract. I didn’t have the balls to read it yet.
“It definitely isn't a simple transaction. I know that,” he sighed heavily. “If you’d read over the contract you’d know that I’ve put a lot into this.”
“You’re crazy. You know that, right?” I rolled my eyes and laughed.
“Probably, but you like it,” he smirked, making me roll my eyes again.
“You’ve held me hostage the past three days,” I teased.
“I don’t remember tying you up.”
“Oh really,” I chuckled. “Then I guess someone else tied me up last night. Huh?”
Gerald stripped me of my clothes, and then wrapped and tied my wrist and ankles with thick, course rope. He ordered me onto my knees. Anytime I talked, he pulled my hair and reminded me that I was a naughty slut. He stripped himself of his clothes then approached me with his cock rock solid. He didn’t need to say anything. I welcomed his cock with an open mouth. He gripped my hair and fucked my face until he exploded down the back of my throat.
He untied my ankles and wrists then picked me up and tossed me on the bed. I thought he was going to fuck me senseless; however, he didn’t. Instead, he spread my legs and devoured my pussy. I came back to back. To the point I blacked out and woke up to Gerald laying next to me smirking.
“Earth to Kaylee.” Gerald waved his hand in front of my face.
“Mmm. Just reminiscing about the guy who isnotyou who tied me up last night,” I grinned, making him laugh.
“He sounds like a fun guy.”
“Mmhmm,” I moaned. “Quite fun.” I grabbed his crotch. He closed his eyes and moaned.
“Ready for some morefun?” he asked, looking at me. “Or is this your way of avoiding the topic?”
“Both,” I smirked.
“You aren’t going to grant my wish yet?” he sighed dramatically.
“Drama queen,” I teased and playfully whacked his arm. “It’s just--
The sound of my phone ringing caused me to stop mid-sentence. I pulled my phone out of my purse and groaned when I saw the name on the display:Mom.
“Going to answer that?” Gerald looked at me with a sympathetic look.
“Yeah. Otherwise, she’ll keep calling,” I sighed, swipingtalkon my phone. “Hello, mom.”
“So you do remember who the hell I am,” my mom snapped. Her harsh tone immediately made me wishI hadn’t answered and simply tossed my phone out the window. She was always such acheerfulwoman.
“Of course I remember who you are.”
Gerald looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
“When are you coming back home?” my mother asked. The tone in her voice was filled with annoyance.
“Coming back home?”
“You won’t make it out there. You’re just going to fail so you might as well come back instead of embarrassing yourself and our family.”
I gripped the phone tight. So tight I thought it was going to break into pieces.
“Why would you even say that?” I growled and sat up straight in my seat.
“Because you’re a failure, Kaylee.” Her words exploded throughout my mind. Tears built in the corner of my eyes. My stomach knotted and my lungs tightened. “Kaylee? Kaylee? Jesus. Are you having one of your pathetic anxiety attacks?”
I couldn’t even answer her. My heart was in pieces and there were no words. My mother had wounded me deep. Deeper than she had ever done in the past.
