Becoming Mrs. Grahamsteen novel Chapter 3

She hands Sara the telephone and kisses her. Grabbing her satchel from the table and dashing out of the house, she gets into her truck and drives away.

In the car, the tears come streaming down uncontrollably. She cries out, now aware that nobody is watching her. She hated the looks that the neighbors and the people at work gave her. Poor girl, they probably thought. She didn't need their pity, she didn't need anybody's pity. She and Sara could do this on their own.

Another set of tears come darting out without a warning, she wipes them away with the back of her palm. Her last hope was William, a usual customer at the coffee shop that she worked in. He had asked her if she'd ever thought of being a surrogate, said she was very beautiful and would make a ton of money doing it. She spat in his face before kicking him in the groin because she thought it was just a tale geared at recruiting her into prostitution or something of that sort.

Thank God she had taken his business card, he wasn't a pimp like she thought after all. And not that surrogacy was ever an option but it wasn't like she had much of a choice right now. She was going to hear him out this time.

She pulls up in the driveway of a bar not too far from her home. She arranges herself and wipes her tears one last time before getting out of the truck and into the bar.

Spotting William's sun golden hair she quickly recognizes him and walks to meet him by the counter. He turns around and smiles at her as she sits on a stool next to him, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

"Hey Veronica." He greets her but she doesn't smile back.

"Hey yourself." She replies tiredly.

"You want a drink?"

She shakes her head, alcohol wasn't her liquid of choice . "Thank you for agreeing to meet me on such short notice."

"No problem. So far you promise me that my future children will no longer be attacked" he chuckles.

She sighs and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, ignoring his very, very bad joke.

"You said you had a job opportunity for me."

"Have." William corrects her. "The offer is still on the table."

"Well, okay. Can you tell me more about this job opportunity of yours."

William takes a small sip of his whiskey before setting the glass down on the counter.

"I have a friend. He wants a child and needs a surrogate for this baby. He is willing to pay handsomely for a beautiful, healthy and responsible woman who is interested in carrying this child to full term." He says softly.

"Is that all?" Veronica asks, a little astonished at this too-good-to-be-true opportunity.

"Oh. Forgive me, William. You should understand my nerves since you're also sticking your sperm into a stranger." He sneers, sometimes William deserved a punch.

"I'm just saying calm down, if you want to convince her to do this then you have to look like you know exactly what it is that you are doing. A woman in such a situation wants to know that she is safe and not being exploited in any way."

Michael nods in agreement, William could be a fool at times but he was right.

"Besides, this one is quite smart and no-nonsense. If you even look one bit shady, she's high-tailing out of here"

Michael twists his lips in amusement at his friend. "Is that right?" He chuckles.

A woman with an attitude, hmm. He thinks to himself.

William walks to the balcony and peeks down. "She's here. You ready?"

"Do I have a choice not to?" He murmurs as they walk out of the room.