The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(68)
Being selfish enough to want his own sperm to be half the babies DNA, adoption hadn't been an option for him. At least not at this point.
In his late thirties, not having found a compatible mate yet, if he wanted children, he would need to do this now. He wanted to be young enough to be around for his potential grandchildren.
He just hoped the ad would do its job and attract the right kind of woman.
Having an appointment today with the fertility clinic he planned on using, he was going to go donate his sperm to start keeping it on ice, so when they found the right surrogate, they could just unfreeze it and use as much as they needed.
Confident in his choices, he whistled as he got dressed for the day, grabbed his briefcase and got ready for work.
Being a billionaire CEO of a major airplane corporation meant everyone knew who he was, and he was trying to do this anonymously. Picking a clinic in a less favorable part of town, he was hoping and relying on their catering to lower income clients and fundraising to help less rich clients would make them be more discrete with his identity. He had already donated one million dollars to their office, with the promise of much more to come for their clinic if they kept this quiet, under wraps and made sure no one knew who he really was.
The last thing he wanted was a gold-digging wench trying to keep the baby after carrying it to term.
He drove his Mercedes to the fertility clinic, and parked in front. Going inside, he nodded at the receptionist when she gave him a wave. She held up a finger as she answered the phone.
Archer waited until she was off the phone and then approached her.
“I'm here to check in to make the required deposit,” he told her, smiling.
“Perfect we have videos and magazines in the back room. I'll show you to it now, and we do have a list of surrogates available.” The lady got up and led him down the hallway and opened the door and ushered him inside. “The problem with our surrogate list is none of them are young, pretty black women with college educations, almost all of our surrogates are white. You are asking for a needle in a haystack, are you sure you care that much about skin color?”
“I understand, which is why my lawyer and I put an ad out in the paper today to find the right match,” he replied as he took the specimen cup. “I know you wouldn't understand, but it's what I'm attracted too, and if I were to have a child the old fashioned way, that's the woman I would choose. That's why I'm specific on what kind of woman I want.”
“Well, I hope you find the right girl, in the mean time, we could use multiple samples, so if you'd come in every two to three days to make another donation, this will help build up your reserves for the artificial inseminations when the time comes. It may take more than one try. Please remember not to have sex between the visits, we need optimal sperm count,” the lady said smiling. She then shut the door with a click, leaving Archer alone in the barren room.
Sitting on in the chair in the corner, he unbuckled his pants and pulled out his limp cock. He tried to stroke it and get it hard, but it just wasn't working. Pulling out one of the magazines laying in here, he thumbed through a year old magazine that was a swimsuit edition of college co-eds. Attractive young girls with big smiles, so much potential for the future.
Stopping when he saw a beautiful black girl in a hot pink bikini laughing on a tire swing at the edge of a lake, he pictured her as he did the deed, taking care of business.
Now if only he could find such a beautiful woman to be his surrogate, his child would be perfect.
When he was finished with the sperm deposit, he left and went out to do his normal after work activities, which involved finding a beautiful woman and keeping her company. He knew he couldn't have sex right now, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself in other ways until he'd donated enough sperm that he didn't have to worry about it. He liked sex, but sex and babies had nothing to do with each other, or at least not the way he planned on doing it.
Sex for fun. Artificial insemination with a legal contract for a baby. Problem solved.
The nice thing about being rich was being able to control how his life went, and making things happen the way he wanted.
Chapter 2
The Mix Up
Shareena Marcus was a school teacher who decided to have a child. She'd thought about this carefully and went to see her doctor who referred her to see a fertility specialist. After careful consideration, she'd picked a donor and today was the magic day.
She was ready.
She was ovulating. Today was the day when they would try to make her pregnant. She knew it was unique for a twenty-four year old woman to use a fertility clinic to get pregnant, but she didn't want to wait hoping the right man would find her. She wanted a baby now.
She laid on the medical bed with her legs spread wide in the stirrups and was embarrassed to be sitting here with her knees hanging apart waiting for the doctor to come in. She was covered in a pink paper sheet but it didn't really make her feel more covered. She felt exposed, and vulnerable, and sitting here waiting was hard. She was excited, but she wanted to get it over with.
“Good afternoon Ms. Marcus! How are you doing today?” the doctor asked her as he walked in and sat down in the chair with wheels and slid up between her legs.
Pulling out the speculum, he put some lube on the end of it and held it up for her to see.
“I'm doing good, excited, Dr. Adams,” Shareena answered him. “A little nervous too.”