The Married Billionaire's Surrogate An African American Pregnancy Romance For Adults(7)

As she was keeping herself busy, her mind still floated to Steven and to every second they had spent together. Was that the right thing? Did every maid have thoughts of her boss? That’s a scandal, for sure, she was now scolding herself. There was a great age difference, firstly, and then he was her boss. How could she bring herself to even think about him? Maids don’t have anything to do with bosses. They clean and smile and are nice to them. They don’t mingle with generous, kind, gorgeous-looking misters. Oh, no, they didn’t.

“Clean, smile and be nice,” Alicia muttered to herself.

The clock struck eight and she knew what that meant. Jonathan and Samantha Wyatt. Every single light in the mansion was ablaze in their honor, the fireplace had fresh wood and all the rooms smelled of different flowers and sweet aromas. The dining room was not an exception and when Alicia put the last plate on the table, ignited the candles and brought one more vase filled with roses from the garden – she knew that everything was in place.

Ding dong!

The first hastening steps down the stairs were heard and Steven rushed into the hall, buttoning his suit jacket with Elizabeth following him behind. The sound of her heels hitting the marble was deafening to Alicia’s ears as she was retreating to the kitchen on Steven’s instructions.

“My dear boy!” A feminine voice excitedly shouted and that was when Alicia couldn’t resist it anymore and peeked through the door. It was his mother, a woman in her late fifties wearing a pink couture dress like the ones she could see on the glamorous red carpets and pearls on her neck that perfectly opposed her chocolate skin. Next to her stood his father – a tall man so alike Steven – in a gray suit and a prudish bearing. They were humans after all and seeing them now, she didn’t understand the great anxiousness around their visit.

“My dear Lizzy! That color so becomes you!” Samantha let go of her son and wrapped her arms around Elizabeth.

“So good to see you, mother. Look at you! You look as if you are my sister, not mother.” Elizabeth laughed and Alicia thought that her ears would bleed from so much falseness.

“Oh, you are just flattering me now, Lizzy. Thank you, love.” The woman stepped toward the dining room.

“Father,” Elizabeth interrupted the whispering between her husband and Jonathan. “Can you please come over the table. We have all the time in the world to talk and chat about anything and everything.”

“Sure, Lizzy. Every time I see you, I am reminded once again why you are the perfect match for my son,” he said and kissed her cheek. Elizabeth laughed her fake laughter in reply as Alicia made choking sounds.

Alicia saw Steven sigh and roll his eyes before the four of them occupied the dining room. Obviously, it was time for dinner to be served and she stepped out of the kitchen with a bowl of salad and four plates for soup in her hands.

“And who is this lovely girl, Lizzy? Amanda? Amelia?” Steven’s mother asked turning to look at her.

“It’s Alicia, madam. Pleased to meet you,” Alicia answered and curtsied.

“Oh, and she has manners. Well done, Lizzy… Well done.” Samantha smiled carefully observing Alicia, putting the plates and the bowl on the table.

“And tell me, Steven, how’s the company? How’s everyone?” Jonathan questioned his only son and Steven replied that everything was going as he had planned. The tension at the table was slowly but surely rising and it didn’t take an expert in family life to notice that something was off between them. The whole thing didn’t seem like a friendly visit from the parents, but a visit of hidden intentions.

“Where did you find her?” Samantha was still pushing Elizabeth with questions for Alicia.

“Enough, woman, with that girl. Don’t pretend like the four of us here don’t know who we are!” Steven’s father snapped at his wife. Everyone fell silent. “Besides, since when do we bother with maids,” Jonathan said in a barely audible voice.

At that Alicia flinched and half-walking, half-running, went to the kitchen. “Phew!” She wiped invisible sweat from her forehead and poked her head a little to listen. This is going to be a wild night, she thought to herself.

“There’s no need to be rude, father. Just skip to why you came he–“

“My favorite wine! Oh, Steven! You remembered that I can’t resist Pinot Noir!” Samantha clapped her hands and reached for her son’s hand, but he retrieved it.

“Stop, mother. It’s not the time to be fake anymore.” Alicia sensed cruelty and coldness in his voice.

“All right.” Jonathan threw the napkin in his plate. “Come with me to the balcony, will you?” Father and son stood up and exited the dining room.

Once alone Samantha took a sip of the wine and complemented her daughter-in-law about her looks and the mansion. After she ensured herself that no one was looking, she leaned her head closer to Elizabeth’s and spoke in a low voice as if her husband and her son were still sitting by the table.

“I am talking to you as a woman to a woman now. Are there any news? Do you carry an heir?”





Chapter 3


“I am talking to you as a man to a man now. Is there any news? Do we have an heir?”

Steven Wyatt felt a chill running down his spine at his father’s words. The night was unusually warm, but he shivered anyway, averting his gaze from the man standing before him to the dull horizon. Only a few stars were disturbing the sky the color of plums and not a single cloud passed across it.