Austin Blackburn a wealthy businessman and his best childhood friend Dr. Bo Brooks lived next door to each in New York City. Both men always had a very large number of women who were doing their very best to get their hooks into them, but so far they had managed to dodge the bullet. Lately Austin had started to want more out of life than the usual love and leave them life, he and his friend Bo had been living. He wanted an heir. However he did not want a wife only an heir. Austin decided that a surrogate mother was the only way to go. Karen was a young woman who had moved to New York from a small Southern town right out of high school. Shortly after arriving in New York she got a job at a well established church on the out skirts of the city as the secretary to the good Reverend St. Johns. Who proved not to be such a good reverend after all.

WANTED ONE SURROGATE MOTHER

By Las Chance

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2012 Las Chance
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4772-6281-8

Chapter One

"Austin you seem determined to go through with this thing. Would not it be simpler if you would just get one of your ladies friends pregnant and then you support your heir?" Peter King was Austin's attorney as well as his friend. He had known Austin for many years and he never thought of Austin as being the family man type, but things have a way of changing sometimes. Peter along with everyone else because of the type of business their friend owned just assumed that Austin would be a player all his life.

"No, Pete, I don't want my heir living with anyone, but me. I don't want any problem with any one of the women I know. They would want marriage and money. The money part I don't mind, but the marriage part is not for me. All I want is a surrogate to have a baby for me. I will gladly pay her the money we decide upon to get the job done and then she will be out of my life and my heir's life forever." At this time Austin believed every word he was saying to his attorney was the truth.

"Well Austin, I hope it goes just that easy, but for some reason I doubt it will." Pete knew things rarely go as planned.

"Pete, as my attorney, it will be up to you to see that it does go well." Austin knew his friend would do everything in his power to make things go his way.

"I will do my very best, but you need to let someone other than yourself do the interviewing of these women. You don't need to get into the middle of it all until it is totally necessary. However if I were you I would not ever meet the lady in person. I would not want her to be able to pick me out of a crowd of people as I walked down the street one day and then she decides to cause me a lot of trouble."

"Maybe so, but no, I will be doing all of the interviewing myself. I want to be the one who decides who will be carrying my child. Not someone else. I know what I want and what I don't want better than anyone. It's my baby the woman will be carrying. So Pete, I will be doing all of the interviews myself, I will just have to take a chance that the woman I pick will not be that kind of person."

"Austin, you know this may take some time. Are you willing to put that much time into this project?" He knew how busy his friend's business kept him most of the time.

"Yes, I know, but I will make time for this. Would you let someone else pick the woman that would carry your child?" Austin asked his friend.

"No, but I believe in the old fashion way. You know with that good old stuff called sex." Pete had married his childhood sweetheart and he knew how good all that stuff could be when it was being done with the woman you love.

"Yes and the old fashion way can get in the way of business." Austin knew what Pete was saying, but he also knew things didn't always turn out as well as it had for his friend Pete.

"Austin, there is just nothing that can out do the old fashion way. You should try it someday." Pete had a big smile on his face from just thinking about his life with his wife.

"I have tried it that way. Maybe way more times than I should have. That's one of the reasons I decided to go this way." Austin knew his friend was really still speaking about marriage and not a one night stand or some brief affair, but that was even less appealing to him. Marriage maybe for some men, but right now Austin did not think it was for him at all.

Austin Blackburn was a very wealthy business man, who had no siblings. For that reason alone he was very anxious to have at least one heir. However, he did not want a wife just to get an heir. He said he didn't have the time to invest in a woman. That they require a lot of a man's time and he had all he could do without having to be responsible for a wife too. Austin did not like small talk and he did not want to be tied to just one woman. That was an inconvenience he did not want nor needed.

Karen Belmont was a young girl just out of high school when she came to New York City, three years ago. She lived alone and worked as a secretary to Reverend Thomas St. Johns. She came in search of a better life than the one she had lived so far. Karen thought that working at a church as a secretary to a minister would be a safe and respectable job, but she soon found out even a preacher can be sinful.

"Karen, could you please come into my office?" It was only eight o'clock in the morning and the Reverend, had just gotten into his office, but he was already after her.

Karen hated it more and more each time when the Reverend called her to come into his office. He would always tell her to close the door behind her whenever she comes into his office. "Yes sir, I will be right in." She answered as she picked up her writing pad and a pen and started into her boss' office. She wished she had a whip she could always take with her every time she had to go into his office, but of course she didn't have one.

"Karen, please close the door. I need you to take a few letters, so have a seat right up here close to me. That way I won't need to be talking so loud." She already knew what the good Reverend had on his mind, but he could forget all of it. She was not going to play his game now or ever no more than she had played them in all the time she had worked for him at the church and that was not at all.

"That's alright Reverend St. Johns. I can hear you just fine from over here." She answered as she took a seat in the chair that was the furthest from him. Karen wanted to feel safe and that meant staying away from the Reverend as far as she could get and as near to the door as she could get. "I'll just sit here." She answered.

Every day it was a battle she had to fight all over again. The Reverend St. Johns was no Saint behind closed doors, but let some church member show up and he was so good you would have believed he could walk on water.

Karen wanted another job, but she needed this job too. During lunch time she read the ad that was placed in the news paper by Austin asking for a woman who would be willing to become a surrogate mother for forty thousand dollars plus room and board and medical expenses. Karen read and reread the advertisement. She didn't believe that was something she could ever do herself. She didn't believe she could ever just give up her own baby after it was born and that was exactly what any woman who answered that ad would be asked to do.

Even after going back to work after lunch she could not get the ad out of her mind. Forty thousand dollars was a lot of money and she could sure use it. She was young and healthy she could have her own babies later after she finds a man to love. The ad said for any woman interested to send a short profile to the post office box stated in the ad. "A short profile, I can do that. Most likely it won't get any farther than that," she thought to herself. Karen sat down at her little desk and began to write

Chapter Two

"My name is Karen Belmont I'm over eighteen years old. I live alone. I work for a church." She didn't know anything else to say about herself that would be of any interest to this person. She placed her short note into a stamped envelope and mailed it without adding any more information.

Austin's secretary went everyday to the post office box to get Austin's mail. He would read them at night when he was at home and alone. He must have read five or six hundred letters when he picked up Karen's short to the point note. That intrigued Austin so much that he decided to write her back and ask her to come in for an interview.

"Dear Miss...