The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(85)

“Don’t worry bud,” said Juan, “The right one will come along. You’re still only thirty three, you’ve got plenty of time to find the one!”

“I hope you’re right,” said Alex, “I’m getting tired of women playing around with me.”

Juan left the office, leaving Alex alone with his thoughts. It hadn’t been easy building his technological empire, even for a computer genius such as him. However, Alex was a hard worker, and was now a billionaire at thirty three, an impressive feat by any measure. However, despite the luxury that such a high net worth afforded him, it came with its own set of unique problems.

One specific problem that Alex faced was with women. Not only was Alex rich, he was also quite attractive, or so the many women in his life told him. This meant that women in his life were hardly in short supply. However, the quality of women was sorely lacking in his opinion. He attracted mostly the kind of women that were interested in his money, and wanted to get as many expensive gifts out of him as possible.

Although he never minded this initially, as time passed it started to annoy him that his money and looks, two quite fickle aspects of him, were the only things that made him attractive to women.

Alex often wondered if he would ever find a woman that he could settle down with. Certainly a woman that was only interested in his money was never going to make a suitable wife, let alone a suitable mother. And if there was one thing that Alex was sure of, it was that he wanted to have children and be a father. At thirty three, he certainly had plenty of time, but he really did not want to be too old to be a proper father by the time he got to have kids.

What, then, was the solution?

That night, after leaving the offices of his company, Alex decided to go to dinner with his friend Juan and talk his concerns out with his childhood best friend. As the pair of them drove to their favorite restaurant, Alex pondered how he would begin discussing such a sensitive matter with Juan.

“Juan,” said Alex tentatively, “Growing up as an orphan makes you look at the world differently than other people do.”

“I know,” said Juan, “But you ended growing stronger than everyone else. Not having a support system to fall back on made you smarter and more cunning than the rest of us that grew up with silver spoons in our mouths.”

“That’s just the thing, though,” said Alex, “I’m not strong and smart because my parents died when I was two years old, I am the way I am because I worked hard at it. I knew that, to be successful, I would have to be a certain way, I would have to put on a veneer of assertiveness and calculation.

“So what are you trying to say?” asked Juan.

“I’m trying to say that children should be born with silver spoons in their mouth,” said Alex, “It is the right of every child to grow up in a loving household, to have a support system to fall back on.”

“I never had a father,” Alex continued, “I don’t have any family at all. I just have you, and the women I sleep with. I want a true family, I want to be a father to a child and treat it the way every child should be treated. But how can I do that if I do not have a woman that can be the child’s mother?”

The pair continued their discussion on the matter as they handed the keys to Alex’s car to the valet and entered the restaurant.

“Why is a mother so important?” said Juan, “Plenty of children grow up without mothers!”

“It’s not just about the child,” said Alex, “How can I have a child if I don’t have a woman that is willing to become pregnant with me? Who would be willing to at the very least go on that journey with me?”

“Here,” said Juan, writing a number down on a paper napkin, “Call this number. These people can help you find a surrogate that will carry your baby for you for some money.”

Chapter 3

Fixing A Hole

Demi strolled through central park, admiring the beauty of the trees around her as well as the sound of bird song in the air, which smelled fresh and natural the way central park always did. Demi eventually found her way to a bench where she sat down and sighed, feeling slightly better than she had before, although she had still been unable to find a solution to her loneliness.

Suddenly, Demi heard a sound she had not heard in several months, the sound of a co worker that had been on maternity leave.

“Demi!” said the voice, and Demi turned to see her co worker Astrid.

“Astrid!” said Demi, happy to have run into a familiar face, “How are you? How is the pregnancy coming along?”

“The pregnancy is coming along great!” said Astrid, rubbing her swollen belly, “I’m due next month!”

“That’s… that’s wonderful,” said Demi, somewhat tentatively. She was looking at Astrid and she was surprised. Her co worker had never been a particularly beautiful woman, unlike Demi who was often called extremely beautiful by the men around her. However, looking at Astrid now, Demi was shocked to see her looking positively gorgeous. Her skin was glowing, her hair seemed thicker and shinier, and her breasts were fuller and plumper. Even her pregnancy bump from the baby that was inside her seemed attractive, it made her look more womanly than ever and that was incredibly sexy. Overall, Demi was shocked at just how much pregnancy had changed her friend.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” said Demi, with more awestruck envy than warmth although there was no malice in her heart. “Why thank you Demi!” said Astrid, “What a lovely thing to say!”