The Married Billionaire's Surrogate An African American Pregnancy Romance For Adults(20)

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Alicia said.

He opened a bottle of soda water and drank nearly a half of it before coming to stand next to her.

“Can it be fixed?” Alicia looked at him.

“As the things stand, hardly. But I’ll keep trying, dear. We don’t want our child’s legacy to crumble down all at once. I would never allow that,” he spoke firmly and Alicia instinctively ran a hand over her stomach.

The sound of the bubbles forming on the surface of the water ticked in Alicia’s ears all through the day, keeping the memory of Steven fresh in her mind. She didn’t want to let go of the moments they shared and kept them close at thought every time she went on doing some stuff around the house. With one thing and the other, night already blanketed the sky and the smell of baked cake and pastries spread in the air. Alicia’s nose picked it up in every room she entered. It seemed that Steven and Elizabeth did, too as he followed her up the stairs and briefly whispered that he would be in his study the whole night.

“I’ll bring you some of the most delicious cookies and a huge slice of cake,” Alicia whispered back, while he gently laid a hand on her ass. She jumped in surprise and waved him goodbye.

She served everything to Elizabeth who dined at the table and then excused herself. She left two plates with pastries and a cake on Steven’s table as well and quickly left the room after a quick kiss. The idea of staying in the study without his wife noticing passed her mind, but she chased it away, wanting to give Steven some time to focus on his work. Then, as every regular night, she closed the door of her room and slowly started to prepare for bed.

She had left the window open and just when sleep cloaked her, a shiver lifted all the hairs on her body. Yawning irritatingly, she shut it, but after a while of turning in the bed and crumpling her sheets, she gave up and accepted that the dream wouldn’t come so fast. With the shawl draped over her shoulders, she silently left the house and headed down the road.

She doubted that it was from the pregnancy, but suddenly Alicia felt that she became more and more aware of the things around her. Her ears picked up a lonely mystical song of owls. Her eyes almost momentarily adjusted to the darkness. Her feet took her lightly across the crooked path. Her fingertips detected a wetness in the plants she caressed while walking. The night was beautiful. Oh, my, it was.

Thousands and millions of stars were glowing above her, reminding her of how small she was and how far away in space and time there was life and light. Enough light to warm all the coldness in the world. Unbelievably she got emotional as a tear spilled from her eyes involuntarily. She let it flow down her face, appreciating the ability to sense the depth in the things surrounding her and giving way before her strong feelings. If the baby was doing all of that, then she was blessed more than she expected.

The path turned into a faint line with shrubbery on both sides and she at once realized that her night trip had got her further than she usually went. This was a part, the owners of the mansions assigned as the small forest and park for protecting their privacy and anonymity, in the same time serving as their picnic and past time place. Hugging herself she stepped between the trees, letting the moon light her way and the grass needles massage her soles. She even took off her shoes and carried them in her hands.

A hard wind started blowing. “Oh, it’s much colder than I thought it would be,” she said aloud, wrapping the shawl around her tightly and slipping her feet back inside the shoes. And then she saw a silhouette with eyes as black as the darkest night, gluttony and aggressiveness embedded in the irises. Alicia blinked not fathoming what was happening to her. Before she could move, he came closer.

“What’s such a pretty girl doing around here in the dead of night?”

“I-I-I,” she couldn’t find her words. They seemed stuck in her throat. “I am going home. I live here.”

“Oh, love,” he said revealing huge yellow teeth; his breath reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. His face was dark and repulsive with dark bags under the eyes and the flesh sucked deep into his skull. “The likes of you, girl, don’t live here and they certainly don’t go home by this path.” He placed his hands on her shoulders as his look fell on her body.

“What are you doing?” Alicia snapped and took a few steps back.

“A stubborn one, aye! It makes no difference to me,” he said scratching his unshaved cheeks.

She turned back and ran as fast as her feet could carry her before the creepy drunk man could put his hands on her. From behind, she heard his fast footsteps. He was chasing her, she realized, and he wasn’t going to give up easily. She turned left a few times, then right in hopes that she would find the street again but in vain. She had gone too far inside that she couldn’t find the way out of the forest.

“Help!” She screamed. “Help me! Someone please help me!”

Her heart was pounding in her chest as if it would go out and she was running out of breath, her lungs failing her. She had to stop. She had to stop soon or she would faint. Either way she was doomed because stopping meant giving herself on a silver platter.

Desperately trying to inhale as much breath as possible, she managed to crouch behind a bush and hide for a mere moment. It was enough for gaining a small amount of force though and she once again sprinted in an unknown direction away from the wino, away from the predator. Running, running, running, she felt her feet not touching the ground, yet the mixed sounds behind her increased making her head buzz and threatening to explode. “Help!” She shouted desperately again as her head tilted a bit to the back only to see him now joined by fellow other men following her every move, her every change in direction, every twitch of her muscles.