Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(48)



Clarice walked through the double glass doors that opened into a cavernous foyer and reception area. The Silverton color theme was red, gold, and white. According to fêng shui, those were the perfect colors for success. Feeling her surroundings had changed, she was now somewhat quite relaxed and not so agitated.

As Clarice made a turn to walk to the reception area, she slammed into a hard chest. Running her eyes upwards, she saw the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on, excluding the Casanova, of course.

Criteria number one: handsome. Check.

She almost fell, but he held her in place before she toppled over backwards.

Criteria number two: a gentleman. Check.

“Are you all right?” the gentleman asked her.

Clarice nodded her head. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

Criteria number three: sincere. Check.

“Are you one of the guests here? I can escort you to your room.” the gentleman asked.

Clarice looked at the stranger in awe. “No, I’m not a guest here. I’m here for an appointment. My name is Clarice Chantee Mason, the periodontist who is to speak at the Dental Hygiene Conference in Queenstown.”

“Miss Mason,” the gentleman said. “Thank you for coming all the way here. You are one of our special guests. My name is Anton Silverton. I believe one of our representatives is expecting you.”

“Anton Silverton,” Clarice repeated. “Like the name of this hotel?”

“Yes. I am the CEO. My uncle owns the hotel, though. I am his nephew. Perhaps you have heard of him, Clinton Silverton, born in America.”

Anton Silverton, nephew of Clinton Silverton, who owned a massive chain of hotels all over the world. Anton Silverton, CEO of this hotel.

Reputation. Check. Smart. Check. Rich. Check.

What more could she say? She had finally found the perfect sperm donor.





CHAPTER 11





“I’ve found the perfect sperm for my baby,” Clarice announced to her two best friends and cousin while drinking her green tea in the sidewalk dining area of their favourite coffee shop later that afternoon.

As soon as Clarice uttered this sentence, three things happened at once. Max choked on his freshly squeezed orange juice, which required a thump on his back to recover. Elise, who was drinking her fruit juice, just left the straw hanging from her mouth. And Whitney, who was about to say something, dropped her already gaped jaw like a Venus flytrap waiting for its next meal.

“All right, you guys, I’m sure my news isn’t all that exciting,” Clarice said, thumping her cousin on the back before pulling down Elise’s straw and nudging Whitney’s chin so her mouth would close.

“You mind repeating that again, cuz?” Max asked when he’d recovered. “My mind is a bit boggled with midterm exams right now. Can’t think properly. And then you have to drop this bomb on us like that.”

“Max, my dear, if my news is causing your brain cells to dysfunction, then you should’ve stayed home to study for your exams instead of coming here to entertain us.”

“I’m just a kind cousin.” Max grinned mischievously from ear to ear.

“No, you’re here because you want to drink and eat free food,” Whitney said.

“Okay, that could be the reason too,” Max said, shooting a death glare toward Whitney, then wound his arm around Elise. “But anywho, you were saying you found the perfect sperm for your baby? Who is this bro all of a sudden? I thought you were going to report back to us about your date last week.”

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