Surrogate For The Billionaire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance by BWWM Club, Tyra Small Page A

Bryce all weekend, even spending the night at
Becky’s apartment for a ‘girl’s night’. She
couldn’t face him yet until she knew what to do about her
situation. As far as she could tell she had two choices; pretend like
Bryce and the baby meant nothing to her, give birth and cut ties and
never see them again or tell Bryce how she felt and risk rejection or
a court battle for custody of their child. Both seemed like painful
choices, but the idea of the first one hurt her deeply. Before today,
she was afraid to admit the way she felt about having a child. Now
the idea of being without the child caused her great pain. Looking
down at her nonexistent bump, Lateisha placed a hand over her
stomach. Number one was not an option and after great thought she
came to one conclusion; she would fight for her child.
    Nerves ate at her stomach as she rode the elevator to the fifteenth
floor for her first day as John’s assistant. How would Lateisha
tell Bryce that she refused to sign the relinquishment of parental
rights paper? He wouldn’t take it well. He would be angry. But
he would live. There was no doubt in Lateisha’s head that he
wouldn’t want a relationship. They were from different worlds
and wanted different things. While she realized she loved him, she
also knew that she could never be with him. She wasn’t good
enough for him and they both knew it. Sighing with frustration,
Lateisha exited the elevator, smoothing her knew skirt suit
nervously. Becky made her buy the suit and it was way too expensive
but she was right. Having a new outfit to wear for the first day of a
new job did make her feel better.
    “Can I help you?” What the hell was the blond bitch from
Bryce’s floor doing here?
    “Uh, yes. I’m here to see Mr. Wilson. I’m his new
assistant.” Lateisha said, making sure not to sneer at the
bitch.
    “Oh,” she said with disdain. “He’s back in
his office. At least now I can get back to Bryce.” The bitch
winked at her and Lateisha wanted to slap her.
    What the hell did that mean?
    Lateisha brushed it off and walked down the hall, which was eerily
similar to the one upstairs. She knocked softly on the door.
    “Come in,” a gruff voice said loudly.
    Lateisha entered the office, the butterflies fluttering hard in her
belly.
    “Hello, Mr. Wilson. I’m Lateisha Aaron, your new
assistant.” She walked to his desk pushed out her hand to shake
his.
    John reluctantly offered his hand and Lateisha frowned. Why were all
of the employees in this office so rude?
    “Have a seat and we will discuss your duties,” he barked
and Lateisha sat.
    John droned on for over twenty minutes about what Lateisha’s
position included. It was mainly answering phones; taking messages
and running inner office errands so why he had to give her a huge
spiel was unknown to her. Finally he stopped and stood, motioned to
the desk that the bitch had just vacated and gave her a dismissive
wave. What Lateisha really wanted to know; when was her break, where
was the kitchen, how did she use the phone system, never came up in
his lecture. Unfortunately that meant she would have to call Bryce.
Afraid of the unknown phone system and wanting to avoid the blonde
bitch, Lateisha pulled out her cell phone and dialed Bryce’s
number from memory.
    “Hello?” He answered on the first ring.
    “Bryce, it’s me,” she said, hoping he knew her
voice.
    “Lateisha? What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing, don’t worry. I mean, I just got into the
office and I met John, er, Mr. Wilson and he talked to me about my
position a bit. He did leave out a few things though. Where do I put
my lunch? I didn’t see a kitchen when I was walking in. Also,
what time do I take lunch? And how the hell do I use these phones?”
Lateisha stood and looked down the hall to make sure John couldn’t
hear her. He was on the phone in his office, the door pulled closed,
with his back to the door. Glass walls were a gift and a curse.
    Bryce chuckled. “Slow down and