Dimitri Volkov has money, women and power but now he wants an heir without the work of having a partner. So he hires a surrogate.
Will what started as a professional arrangement turn into something more?
Surrogacy is an arrangement, often supported...
Putting on a red dress from my overly sized wardrobe, my excitement disappeared slowly fading into anxiousness and regret.
After getting the address from Dimitri I immediately called a taxi and then Phoebe to update her and only once I had promised her I would call her as soon as I got home was I finally allowed to get ready.
This was almost like a job interview so I was confused on what to wear but I decided to stick to my saying:
'When in fear; overdress.'
So I settled for a dark red dress, two plain gold chains, a random red bag I found at the bottom of my wardrobe and my trusted black doc martens.
I then grabbed my keys, phone and purse and walked out the door.
•|20 minutes later|•
The car pulled up to a fancy-looking restaurant that made my eyes widen and a smile appear on my face.
When I gave the address that Dimitri had sent me to the driver I was not expecting it to look like it had about seventy Michelin Stars.
I now realised why I recognised the address, it was the restaurant that me and my friends deliberately walked past claiming this would be the first place we would go once we became billionaires.
I smiled slightly, brushed off the memory and stepped out the car having already paid the driver.
The door was opened as a Middle-Aged couple walked out complaining about a person named Dylan that they had just fired.
I quickly slipped into the restaurant just before the door slammed behind me and was quickly met with a lady who asked me if I wanted to store my coat but before I could answer she pulled it off my back.
Rude. I raised my eyebrow at her but said nothing.
She suddenly looked at my face closely.
"You must be here for Mr. Volkov?"
I blanched at her my eyes clearly showing shock.
"He told me to expect you." She said after noting my confusion. "He said to expect a young brunette girl with blue eyes."
He must have looked at my profile picture.
I nod confirming that I am here to see Mr. Volkov then let the women guide me further into the restaurant as I looked around. Everything was coloured gold from the window frames to the cutlery. It gave the impression of wealth.
I was so caught up in my surroundings I didn't notice when the waitress stopped suddenly causing me to bump into her.
She turned round to me a I mumbled sorry. She just stared at me then walked away.
Well that was awkward.
Yeah maybe because of the fact you just walked into her.
Shut up.
I was so caught up with arguing with my bitch of a conscience that I nearly had a heart attack when a deep voice spoke from behind me.
"Miss Mitchell?"
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