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Shift ten out of twelve was complete. Ten hour shifts. I am a student nurse I live in New York City, in a small but cute apartment, I left my family home back in Texas when I was 19, I needed to complete my degree at NYU and it only seemed fitting I move to New York to do this. I'm now 22.

Some people think the student life is high and mighty but honestly. It's all unpaid bills, broke and exhaustion. The only thing getting me through is graduating really soon, I work part time in a coffee house when I'm not at the hospital. Just so I can pay my bills: I have so many outstanding I have no idea how I'm going to pay them but I'll make it work.

I ran myself a hot bubble bath when I got in from work: my feet were throbbing, there's nothing glamour about this job but I love what I do. I didn't work hard to just quit.

I scrolled through my phone catching up with family, when a job advert caught my eye. It was very appealing. – LIVE IN NANNY WANTED. Enquire within – no further details? But all I knew was these types of jobs paid extremely well and right now I could do with all the money I could get.

I applied instantly. What's the worse that could happen? I'm not successful? I move on to the next.

I have my hair a good hair wash, and my body a good scrub before leaving the bath and drying off in my room, I felt clean thankfully, I was starved but I didn't wanna cook so I ordered myself takeout, and I just got into bed and watched a little tv, whilst eating. I was too engrossed in the tv to realise my phone had buzzed.

- Thankyou for applying for the nanny position, I would like to formally invite you to an interview tomorrow, noon. Please meet me at the ivy in the town; ask for Steven's.- that's it. Nothing else? But I have an interview. And it was my day off. Couldn't of been more perfect.

I was great with kids. I loved kids. I can't wait to be a mother some day, I just haven't been fortunate enough to become one, I was once. But I sadly miscarried. I guess it was not meant to be. 

I had absolutely no idea who this person was I was meeting, Steven's could be anyone? Woman? Man? To play it safe I knew the outfit I would wear just incase.

This could be my way out of the debt. I needed to make a good impression.

The following morning i prepped myself for the meeting ahead. i chose to wear my pencil skirt, and white blouse, its the outfit i worse to my nursing interview and i nailed that, so it was only fair i tried it this time.

I called a cab to take me to the restaurant, i was suddenly full of nerves.

I took a breath, it would be absolutely fine. I just needed to make a good impression. We arrived. I paid my fare and headed inside. "Reservation Madame?" Madame who am I my mother. "Er, I'm meeting someone actually, Steven's?" The hostess smiled "right this way" and led me through the restaurant out the back.

"Mr Steven's, your company has arrived" she announces. Before me, sat this tall, dark haired. Most handsome muscular male I have ever seen. He nods. "April Rhodes. Pleasure to meet you, Mr Steven's" I announce confidentially. He peers upwards; standing up holding out his hand. He must be at least 6 foot 5. I shake his hand. "Ms Rhodes." He gestures holding out my chair for me to sit down.

"So tell me about yourself" he asks as he sits before me, elbows on his knees, formally. "Well, I'm 22, I moved here when I was 19, to attend NYU, I'm near the end of my degree, student nurse." "and why do you want the nanny position?" "I'm great with kids. I love kids. Part of the reason why I want to be a nurse. And I need the money truthfully, I have unpaid bills, because I can't afford to pay them. I work part time in a coffee house which pays next to nothing" he raises his eyebrows. "Honest. I like that. So you need to pay off your debt?" I nod hesitantly. "Basically, yeah. But I didn't see on the ad how much it paid?" He leans forward. Business stance. "That's because the ad is false" "false? So there is no nanny position?" I say confusingly. "That is correct Ms Rhodes. You're smart." Cocky. Not an attractive trait. "So, what is this?" I call the waiter over. "May I have a large glass of your finest red please" I smile. "Right away" he walks away to retrieve my drink. I get raised eyebrows from his highness opposite. "It's needed. Please continue, Mr Steven's. What is this proposition?" I fold my arms leaning back on my chair revealing a slightly top thigh. The waiter comes back with my wine which I drank ever so nicely.

"A proposition for you. To get yourself out of the debt you so call need to clear." – "and that is?" He leans forward. "Your uterus. I want to buy it"

My wine came flying out of my mouth quicker than it entered.

"I'm sorry what? You want to buy my uterus? Why?" I dabbed my face clearing the wine that splattered.

"It's simple. You have a uterus. I have money. You need money. I need a heir"

Shit. "An heir? You want a child?" I suddenly felt ill.

"Correct. I want you to carry my child in return for your debt cleared"

This was an opportunity I couldn't say no to, but could I really let him buy my body basically to grow his child?