Page 47 of Billionaire Hunt

“Now what do we do?” he said. “Is this what we’re going to bring a child into? A mother who’s bitter because the father doesn’t love her. And a father who’s bitter because he feels betrayed by the mother.”

“Betrayed? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh please, I know it’s not a coincidence that you said you loved me after you agreed to be my surrogate. I’m not stupid. If you wanted to get married again so badly you should have found some other poor sap.”

“What?” I said, not understanding, “How convoluted is your thought process? That’s a rhetorical question, by the way, so please try not to answer. I don’t want to marry you. I don’t know if I ever want to get married again. I told you I loved you because that’s how I feel. I didn’t have any ulterior motives.”

“You didn’t or you don’t?”

“What kind of person do you think I am?”

He shrugged and said coldly, “To tell you the truth, I’m not too sure anymore.”

Tears threatened to escape, but I held them back. “Erik, I think I should leave.”

He looked at me and said nothing for a long moment.

“You see,” he said. “This is what happens when emotions get involved. Things get messy.”

“You wanted this as much as I did, Erik. At any time last night you could have let me leave. You didn’t have to make love to me after you found out how I felt.”

He laughed nervously and said dismissively, “You’re one strong temptation.”

I shook my head. “I’m tempting...I’ll give you that...but you wanted our lovemaking to mean something more as well. Last night and this morning were different and you can’t deny it. You can blame me and be angry, but you can’t deny that you feel something for me too.”

“Last night, my goal was to make a baby and I did my best to ensure that happened. Nothing more. Nothing less. If you think any of last night had anything to do with my feelings, then you’re sorely mistaken.”

“You made love to me.”

“No,” he said cruelly, “I fucked you for a purpose. If you can’t figure out the difference then I feel sorry for you.”

His words shocked me and I wordlessly stood up and walked toward the door.

He immediately looked regretful. “I’m sorry...I shouldn’t have said that.”

But I was done listening. ”Just shut up and leave me alone.”

“Misha.”

“Leave me alone!”

“But what if you’re pregnant?”

I nodded. Of course, that’s the only thing he cared about, using me as a vessel. “Then you’ll hear from me...”

“Do I have your word?”

“I’m not the one here who can’t be trusted to keep their word.”

He paused and said from the doorframe, “I never lied to you. I told you I didn’t want a relationship. I don’t do...love.”

“Love isn’t something you do. It’s something you feel and if I have to explain that to you then you’re the one I feel sorry for.”

With that, I walked away and as I took the elevator down all I could think was, “Oh God, what have I done?”