The Mistress Surrogate

I said a word of prayer as I laid a white rose on the now covered grave, I was hurt but not as the people around me who has had long time bond with the deceased unlike me who had only known her for a month. The atmosphere was emotionally draining with all the wailing and tears and amidst all this turbulence someone important in this woman's life was missing..... Her husband.

"Hi, Priscilla ,my daughter said a lot about you.It's about the baby you're currently carrying." She looks cultured but not easy to close.

"Yes, madam."

"Thank you for coming. But I need to rush all my words out today. I can't lose any one now. I know your situation, we can pay more for you. But please move to live with us. For the safety of delivering our baby, we should guarantee you're safe and foolproof during your pregnancy. This is my daughter's child. And the only one ."

Yes, she knew so much about my situation.

She knew that I need money so much.

I wanted to accept as she kept increasing the price she wanted to give me which was different from original amount I was to receive, I felt guilty because she was doing this to protect something her daughter wanted.

"I'll do it" I said after so much pleading from her, "....but my mother"

"I heard about her, I promise to make sure she is safe and secure and that no harm comes to her, infact I will personally employ someone to cater for her needs while you are with us" "US" she never said it will be an us.....

Her attention was slowly deviating as a man with a loose shirt and a tie loosely wrapped around his neck, his trouser was really dirty on the knee, it was like he had being kneeling earlier, and his walking steps were haggard.

"Damon where have you been? And why are you...." She sniffed him ad covered her nose, "Damon you reek of alcohol, have you being drinking?" She asked before closing her nose again.

"What do you think?" He staggered almost loosing his balance. "You are the witch that didn't let her rest and yet you call yourself my mother" he poked his index finger on her chest. "Are you glad now?" He asked before pushing her to the side making her fall to the ground, he didn't bother to wait and pick her up.... he just left.

A week after my initial meeting with the child's father mother, she called me up again after I thought she had forgotten, she sent someone to pick me up and left a nanny for my mom as she had promised.

We drove to a large mansion with a very tight security, the building could be mistaken for a hotel, I watched in awe as we drove pass the garden which was the side before we stopped at the house itself, there was someone waiting to open the door for me.

I thanked the person as I got down of the car.

I was led in to see a more grand interior of the house, Damon's mother was standing at the front waiting to welcome me.

"Welcome dear" she hugged me and kissed my cheeks. She turned to a lady beside her, "Go get Damon, tell him there is someone I like for him to meet". "Miss Priscilla why don't you have a seat and feel comfortable....."

I was really touched by her kindness and was hopeful for what was to come. "

What could be so important that my work had to be disturbed" A cold figure said with a drag, my eyes fought so hard to see who it was, he slowly came down the stairs, away from the light. "Come here son..." Damon's mother, he shoved her arm away, she smiled at me. "Damon this is Priscilla, she is carrying your child"!

The look on his face when he heard his mom had address me, there was disgust on his face one that would make someone cringe. "I don't remember sleeping with any other woman except from my wife, so it's either you pay her off like she wants....." He sized me from my feet up until my head and mumbled much to my hearing, "People like her will do anything for money" he closed his eyes and groaned like he couldn't wait to leave my presence.

I was ready to defend myself because of how offended I was with his statement. Normally I won't do a thing like this or think of doing it but I was begged by a woman who was desperate for a child as I was for money, she had tears, one that couldn't be controlled which moved me to a point I felt Good had been cruel not to give a kind-hearted woman a chance to hold a child in her arm.

I moved to give him a piece of my mind, one that would slap so hard it's stings on his face..... his handsome face.

"Son please don't be rude" Damon's mother said before I could give him my actual piece of mind. "She is actually the woman Elizabeth met for the surrogacy thing, or didn't she tell you? I am sure Elizabeth lied a lot but I can't believe she didn't let you know about this....."

"Beatriz! Never speak about my wife like that again, you and I know you are not even half the woman she is" Damon blurted out evilly, he didn't care that woman he was talking to was his mother.

I am already tired of this family and I only have just put a step in.

"How dare you.... I raised you, gave you my nipples to suckle on, took you to school by myself especially when he had nothing, I did everything thing for you and you still can't get over a single mistake that I made...." She paused and paced back and front stamping her feet on the ground. "I would have you know that your righteous wife took your sperm without your notice and gave it to this woman, she did this at your very own back, under your nose and you had no clue about it....."

Damon was silent. I would have been too if my wife never told me about something we should have discussed together, only to find out from my mother whom I despised.

I hated having to be in the middle of this argument, because Elizabeth was no longer and now the fact she used me for a substitute would make me seem like a bad person.

If I knew her husband never knew of this, I would never had done it. Every meeting we had she always tried to cover up for Damon's absence, because of this I personally termed him irresponsible for having to leave his wife to do the whole work by herself but now seeing all this family argument, I realized one thing and that I was in on a bumpy ride......

"Ms Priscilla let me take you to your room" Damon's mother, Beatriz took my left hand and guided me to the stairs. I felt someone get a tight grip on my right hand, a grip that won't let go and was persistent which made me to turn to see who it actually was.

"I need to have a word with her" he dragged me to follow him, Beatriz who had been holding my left hand dropped down immediately, letting go of my hand. Damon never bothered to check if she was alright, he just pulled me to an enclosed office with a very large table and an executive chair.

He threw me inside like I had no value and quickly locked the door and covered the curtains incase of any known Intruders.

"Get rid of the child, I promise to pay you the amount of money that you need or even more, I will give you what you want right now...."

"You would give me what I want?" I asked again so I could be sure and then he nodded.

He mentioned all the tantalizing places any person in place would have wanted and I was fascinated.

"........" He waited so patiently for my response. "Then.... Let me have this child"

He paused. Let out a heartily laugh and then his face got really serious and dark, so dark I could see his veins showing, his anger rising.

"I think I have not been clear enough so I would repeat it again, I want that growing thing gotten rid of...." His voice strong and hard you could feel the evilness he possessed.

"I can't.... Your wife begged and I promised her, she doesn't deserve to have something she worked really hard for taken away from her just because she is gone, my promise to her is greater than the millions you are offering, please excuse me...."

I pushed open the curtains and tried open the door forgetting he had locked and taken the key away. He came over to my side and said nothing only to open the door and leave.

After that encounter I never got to see him, though we lived at the same mansion, I was never able to cross path with him..... Which was a good thing if you considered how I turned down his offer.

The maids said he was a really busy person and was actually not always around, he could go for a business trip or travel to another head quarters to handle the situation there, in a nutshell, he was never home to his wife.

For the first time since I stayed here the power went off in the whole house while I was trying to locate my room, I touched on the door trying to feel the texture to see if it was mine, they were all the same so it was actually hard to tell.

When I eventually found it, I quickly located the bed and laid on it. I tried to cover myself with the blanket only for me to get a arm wrapped around my waist.

"Elizabeth" the calm husky voice oozed through my ear.

"Elizabeth"

I felt like my heart stopped, the strong hands around my waist got tighter as if clinging on something and won't want to think of letting go.

I was stuck in his hold and wasn't sure if I should break out and run away, but that decision was stupid cause it will make him wake. It was either that or I wait for the light to be brought back on and still get caught.

My heart started beating so fast as I thought of way to squeeze out of this unwanted situation I found myself in.

"Elizabeth" he snuggled in closer tightening his hold on me, it was now that I decided to make a run for it, it would be better if I wasn't caught than be found on the bed with a man his wife died a month and a week ago.

I started with the fist, then slowly I freed myself. I was already close to the door when the light was brought back on, I paused, my heart thumping, I slowly push the door open. "What are you doing?" I heard a voice asked when I was just a foot out.

I made a 180 degree turn to face him, Damon, he was wide awake like he wasn't sleeping before.

"I ask again, what are you doing?" His eye brows furrowed waiting for my response, I had no response, I too can't explain how I winded up in his room, I was simply mistaken and that was all.

"Nothing" I replied with a shaky voice.

His eyes squinted, "You expect me to believe you were doing nothing in my room, I ask again, what were you doing?" He removed the blanket covering him and stood up but he didn't bother coming close to me.

"There was a blackout....." I gave my response hoping it sounds pleasing in his ears.

"A blackout?" He looked up at the lights that were on and nothing seemed amiss. "If truly there was a blackout, what makes you think that my room was the safest place to stay when it's dark"

I swallowed hard, it wasn't my intention to end up in his room and I already explained so why is he making it such a big deal.

"Priscilla! Priscilla!!" Beatriz called out, it was the perfect way to get out of this situation.

"I am really sorry" I ran out of his room and ran down to where I was called. Beatriz held my hand and led me to the dinner table.

"Where have you been? I know the house is quite big, so it is possible you got lost, wait here let me go get Damon, he returned earlier and I am sure he hasn't had anything to eat" she said swiftly before taken the stairs up to Damon's room.

I felt uneasy, I am Damon we're both in an awkward situation a minute ago and now things were about to get.....

"He said he isn't hungry, go on dear the baby needs his food" Beatriz said trying to force out a smile, I could tell Damon was just rude to her just now.

I felt pity for her, I don't think I would be able to bear it if my son acts out the way Damon does, but the case here was different I just knew this family and wasn't sure who was in the wrong but either Damon had not a single right to treat his mother in such a manner.

I sighed.

The next morning I woke up with a painful headache after spending my time feeling sorry for Beatriz. My feet paused when I saw Damon eating on the table alongside with his mother who was chatting all the way.

"Priscilla come have breakfast with us" Beatriz beckoned on me to come to the table, I looked at Damon as I approached the table, he was so focused on his phone that Beatriz had to point out it was bad manners.

I drawed out a seat and sat on it. "What would you have, dear?" Beatriz asked nicely, there were lots of food on this table that I wasn't craving for but it would be wrong to decline it even though I was actually craving for pancakes.

"I will have anything" I said taking out a slice of bread from the tray.

Beatriz turned her focus to the newspaper she was just given by a maid, she looked at it so intently and so did Damon with his phone, I was the only one following the table manners rule.

"Damon dear, did you hear Alicia is back from China? How about we offer her a marriage proposal? You can't stay single........"

Damon's dropped his fork on the ceramics plate so dramatically you would think this was a movie. "One month..... It's only being one month since Elizabeth died, do you think it is easy to move on? She was my wife, my life! If you think getting me married again is the best idea right now then don't call me down for breakfast cause you make me lose my appetite so fast" he dragged out his chair and stormed off, making his mother follow him at his back.

I too lost my appetite, I was beginning to rethink my decision to come to this house was in no way worth it.

I went back to my room and decided to call my mom, she was the only one that could get rid of my pain right now.

We spoke for quite a long time before she told it was time for her nap before I hanged up, I still missed her and a phone call to her was just not enough, I wanted to see her.

The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf.

I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.

While I scanned the bookshelf a book that looked like a diary fell, I picked it up to see it owner and turns out it belongs to Elizabeth. I read the first lines and that isn't how a diary started, I continued reading in case if I found any secret about you family that I could get familiar with.

The book.... It was filled with sexual fantasies, one that turned me on even in my state, was Elizabeth writing a book? One that didn't have her husband name on it.