Billionaire’s Baby Mama

{Amy’s Pov}

The traffic was very bad today. The road back home was congested. I left school early so I could make it in time for my appointment at the surrogate agency, but I was caught in traffic until I got so late for the appointment.

I was starting to get impatient as I kept looking at the time on my wrist. I can’t afford to lose this opportunity. I got a client as soon as I registered. That’s already a good sign that the heavens are helping me and I don’t want to blow this chance.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

I was one hour late for the appointment and all I could do was pray that they hadn’t chosen someone else for the job. I rushed into the agency and I immediately called to tell them that I was already on the premises and to ask where I should go.

I was called to the director’s office, so I can meet the people concerned.

I already get to meet them? I was stunned to hear that I could meet the family whose child I’ll be carrying.

I thought I was supposed to take some tests and fill out some forms before I could meet the concerned family.

Well, it’s not like I care about the procedure I have to undergo as long as I can make money to save Nathan, that’s all that matters

I opened the door to the director’s office and entered. I saw a man sitting on the chair opposite the director’s.

He has Auburn hair and his hair was curled. He was wearing a designer suit and he was busy doing something on his phone. Though I could only see his side profile, I could already tell that he is a very handsome man.

“Hello,” I smiled as I went in head first.

“Welcome,” The director in charge returned my smile. I noticed the man sitting in front of the doctor wrinkle his nose before turning to look at me.

“Hi,” I greeted the director and my gaze darted toward the man sitting in front of him.

“I am so sorry I arrived late. I was caught up in traffic,” I explained as my eyes strayed towards the man again as if expecting him to say something.

“It’s okay,” The director replied before pointing to the handsome man.

“This is Mr. Clay and he is the one whose baby you’d be carrying.

I had already guessed that but I feigned surprise.

“Oh… hi Mr. Clay, it’s nice meeting you.”

“Hi,”  He replied without tearing his gaze away from the phone.

I waited for some time to hear him speak but he didn’t utter a word. So, I decided to ask what I had to do.

“What’s next?

“Nothing much,” The director responded with a smile as he glanced at Mr. Clay.

“You’ll discuss with Mr. Clay and we’ll proceed if he’s satisfied with you.

I directed my gaze to the man in question but he still didn’t look at me.

“Mr. Clay,” I decided to call out to him. “What do you think of me?

He avoids my gaze and glanced at the director.

“Whatever the doctor decides is fine by me. I just want a healthy baby.”

Why can’t he just say that to my face? Why was he hiding?

The director nods at Mr. Clay’s words and smiled.

“Miss Jeurgens will undergo some tests and if she passes those tests we’ll call you to come over when she is to get inseminated.

“Alright,” Mr. Clay sighed and he immediately got up. He shook the director’s hand and left.

He didn’t mention the money? I pursed my lips and wonder why no one mentioned the contract or the money involved.

Is he mad at me? Could it probably be because I arrived late?

What happens now?

Different thoughts were flooding my mind and I couldn’t help being worried.

“Calm down, Miss Jeurgens,” The director said.

He spoke as if he could read my thoughts.

I mean, how did he know that I was worried?

Mr. Clay is very a rich man and since he doesn’t seem to have much of a demand and doesn’t mind you as his surrogate then you have nothing to worry about. You just have to take the tests and be hopeful.

If the result comes out well then you get to proceed to the next step. You sign the documents get your first payment then finally get inseminated.

My heart relaxed a little at the director’s explanation and I smile as I listened.

“Thank You so much, doctor,” I muttered.

However, there are several questions on my lips that I wanted to ask but I decided to keep them buried in me. I wouldn’t want to ruin my chances by talking too much. Hence, I decided to ask the most important question.

“Can I take the tests now?”

The director was taken aback by my question but he didn’t ask any questions. Instead, he got up and smiled.

He was halfway to the door when he stopped and turned.

“I’ll ask a nurse to come to take you for the examination.”