Surrogate Mother (Completed)

Chapter 18: What Have I Done?

Lauren slowly walked up to the front of Jaeson's desk in a way so that he could see her hips pop side to side. She wanted to show him that her sex appeal was screaming in her outfit and that she didnt run three miles a day just because. "I just wanted to personally come and thank you and your wife for choosing me as your surrogate mom." Lauren's index finger massaged the trophy that stood on the edge of Jaeson's desk while she seductively smiled at Jaeson. "You dont know how much this means to me."

Jaeson was sitting in the drivers seat of his Benz, thinking of the day Rochelle had came on to her. His mind wanted to reject her, but his body told otherwise. Jaeson knew what he was doing was wrong, but he was so in love with her, deeply in love. There were days he tried to get Rochelle out of his mind, but he just couldn't. She was like a disease or virus he couldn't get rid of. Every time he tried to leave her alone, Rochelle wanted more and he ended up seeing her again.

"What have I done?" He thought as he squeezed both temples of his head with his right hand.

Twenty minutes earlier, he had just gotten off of the phone with his secret lover that just murdered her own sister. Rochelle always told Jaeson that she would do anything to bring them together, but he didn't expect for her to commit murder. Now, Jaeson had another secret in his closet, but that wasn't the only thing he was hiding. Rochelle and Jaeson were occasionally seeing each other in luxury hotel rooms, exchanging intimate fantasies on the other side of Cloverdale City to show him a good time.

Eventually, occasional  sex turned into permanent feelings for each other. She made him smile, laugh, and they had some very intimate conversations, something that Jaeson and Afra never did. Jaeson did bring up that he wanted to end their little frenzy, but Rochelle refused. When Jaeson tried to ignore her calls and text messages, she grew angry. She began calling him all times of the night, demanding money to keep her mouth shut, but she knew that Jaeson wasn't stupid enough to listen, since he had a reputation to follow as one of the best lawyers in the city. But here she is now, got him wrapped around her finger with great intentions in mind.

Lauren laid in her silky queen-sized canopy bed of Room 665 of the Sheraton Luxury Hotel in downtown Cloverdale. She was dressed in all black lingerie and a silk robe, waiting for Jaeson to arrive.

"Where is he!?" She yelled across the room while checking her Micheal Kors watch that read 9:45 p.m. Jaeson agreed to meet her at their usual room at 8:30 p.m., but unfortunately he was running late. Lauren reached over for the bottle of Hennessy on the night stand and filled her glass that she had used a few minutes earlier.

She poured herself a shot and took a very hard gulp. Her face squeezed and frowned at the burn she felt sizzle down her throat. Lauren usually didn't drink dark liquor, but the way her attitude was set up tonight, she didn't care what was in her glass. As she poured herself another shot, Lauren heard a jiggle at the front door, then footsteps heading towards the bedroom.

"Where have you been?! I've been waiting on you for over an hour!" Rochelle exclaimed in anger.

Jaeson sighed while walking towards the plush lounge sofa that laid be the bay window of the bedroom. He began to loosen his tie and unbutton his dress shirt, but Rochelle stopped him before he could unfasten the last button. Jaeson was completely annoyed at this point. For the past few nights he met up with Rochelle, there was nothing but arguing and yelling and his patience started to grow really thin. "Could you please stop yelling for one second?!" He spat out will trying to relax into the plush sofa, " it's already enough that I hear my wife yell all day and night and I definitely don't want to hear it from you."

Rochelle instantly grew an attitude. She was tired of hearing about his day life with Afra. Tonight was their night and she didn't care about anything else, "so you can listen to your wife yell, but you can't hear me out?" She asked with her hand on one hip and her shot of Hennessy still in the other, "you know your wife met with me today. She thinks that you don't even love me, that you wouldn't even jeopardize your marriage for me." She said as she made an emphasis on the word, wife, " so she doesn't even know about us Jaeson?"

"Of course she doesn't know! Are you crazy!" Said Jaeson as he furrowed his eyebrows as if Rochelle has lost her mind. Telling his wife that he was cheating on her with their surrogate was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

"Then when? Because I'm tired of waiting." Rochelle asked as she plopped down into the queen-sized bed, spilling some of the shot of Hennessy on her silk robe.

"I don't know, Ro. But not right now. We're not on good terms." Jaeson said dryly, referring back to the argument he had with Afra in their kitchen.

Rochelle took a sip of her drink and made a smacking noise as she sucked the last drop, "well if you won't tell her by this weekend, I will."

All of these months he had been lying and cheating in his marriage all for another woman that he loved. All for a woman that he could not let go. If Afra ever found about what he had been doing, she would never talk to him again and that was a chance Jaeson did not want to take.

Jaeson reached in the back seat for his Nike duffle bag and proceeded to get out of the car. As he walked on a dirt path, he checked his Apple Watch that read 11:37 p.m. Rochelle had told him that she would meet him in an hour at the spot they had discussed a few days before. The spot they had decided on was Jaeson's inherited cabin in the mountains of Cloverdale. He wanted to stay at a place where no one would see them coming in or out. Jaeson hated to keep Rochelle a secret, but he didn't want Afra to find out either.

Jaeson settled himself into the bedroom of the cabin. He dropped his duffle bag by the closet, took of his jacket, and plopped down into the king-sized canopy bed. As he plopped down, his cellphone began to ring. Thinking that it could possibly be Rochelle calling, he answered the phone quickly in his seductive voice, "hey baby. Where are you?" He asked in concern.

"Jaeson, we need to talk! I'm so scared and I don't know what to do!" A voice said in a frantic manner on the other end.