Interview

I have never seen a man as beautiful as him.

The tall, broad-shouldered man is dressed in a black suit that accentuates his slender figure well. His short, black hair has been combed back from his face so that I can see his large, menacing blue eyes.

Upon observing my anxiety, his demeanor slightly relaxed. "You have to be"

"Ciara." I cut you off. The name is "Ciara Damien."

The door is wider opened by him. I said, "Come in."

I approach his spacious abode gently, trying not to gawk.

I take his hand as he introduces himself as Evans. He has a hard, firm but not rough grasp when I take it. Glad to meet you, by the way.

Even though I'm trying to grin, I'm sure it's more of a grimace. I'm glad to meet you as well.

He gestures toward the living room and suggests, "Why don't you take a seat?"

"Okay."

He approaches the little wine shop next to the TV and says, "Would you like a drink?"

Please only drink water.

Before proceeding to the kitchen, he nods and gives Ciara a half-smile. He quickly returns with a cup of cold water after leaving.

"I'm grateful,"

He puts a glass of wine in his hand and adds, "No problem.

I lift the cup to my lips and pause for a brief period before sipping. Before he notices that I'm nervous, I quickly set it down even though I'm a little shaky. For all I know, he could still be a serial killer; this could all be a ruse.

He looks at me as though he's attempting to read my mind. Do you want to begin?

We won't wait for your wife, right? Fearfully, I inquire.

You see, Miss Damien, I'm not married."What the f*ck? I smirk. But I believed that you desired a child.

Taking a sip of the wine, he remarks, "I don't need a wife to have a child—that's why you're here."

You would like me to bear you a child?

He smirks. Isn't being a surrogate meant to accomplish just that?

I sigh and look away, "Well, yeah, I guess."

If not, how do you know? That being the case, therefore"

"No." Immediately, thinking of my family, I break the silence. They require the money as well as I do. I inhale deeply, fighting the nerves, and stare into his blue eyes. "I'm sorry. In my mind, a married couple was who I would be dealing with.

I acknowledge your understanding, but if we're going to make this work, you should be aware that I find it difficult to explain the reasons behind my actions. My face is not more than an inch away from his as he leans in. I object to inquiries.

Occasionally, I forget to breathe. I'm not sure if it's because he's so terrifying or because he's so attractive, but I need to put some distance between us before I can think again.

He grabs a yellow folder and says, "Your profile says you are a college student." My profile was printed by him?

I'm in my final semester at NYU, she said.

He assures her, "You would still be able to graduate if you were to become pregnant."

Gulping, I nod. What's so awkward about this? That is the strategy, indeed.

Which major do you pursue?

"Nursing."

Before meeting my eyes, he gives a slow nod and turns to the folder once more. "It says that you've never had sex here,"

In my seat, I wriggle uncomfortably. Is that anything that needs to be discussed?

"Yes," he responds with amusement.

Of course, I'm a virgin.

Are you anticipating a difficulty with that?

''Why would that be? I'm not forced to have sex, after all. They will poke you with needles, he warns in a soft voice. multiple times, not just once. I will take care of it.

He crows. What will you experience? Do you have any ideas? How well-versed are you in pregnancy-inducing procedures?

It bothers me that I have nothing to say to him in reaction to the way he is speaking to me, which is even worse. I only looked into surrogacy for established couples that essentially used me as an oven. But because he's single...

I see, when I gaze at him, "You are going to need an egg." "An egg from me?"

He crows. " Miss Damien, You should have known it sooner, I'm surprised.As Evans stares at me with those piercing blue eyes, my hands start to perspire, and my heart starts to beat more quickly. I take a moment and then I say, "I'm sorry." "You must believe I'm stupid," she said.

He replies, "Something like that," but keeps a tiny smile on his face.

Because the child wouldn't be biologically mine, I was just alright with this. Just carrying it was going to do. The baby will be a part of me if you utilize one of my eggs, though. There will be blood there—mine. That matters to me, although I realize that may sound silly.

I was questioned, "Why did you apply for Growing Generations?"

I remained silent for a moment. I don't need to speak with him. I don't know this man. Unknown to me, he won't even reply to my messages. I say in a low voice, "I don't want to do this." You probably don't want to hear that, but it's the truth.

You're in it for the cash, then, he says with a nod. I know I don't want the money for anything wrong, but the way he says it makes me feel like a bad person who is trying to sell my body. I am selling myself. Is this evidence that I'm a bad person? My father is everything I want to help.

"My dad needs money, and my family is in need." He joins me in standing, and I sigh while shaking my head. I believed this to be the solution, but I'm not sure I can carry it out. I'm sorry. To move in the direction of the door, I turn.

I will double your payment.

I halt. "What?"

I will double your payment.

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Evans looks at me with piercing blue eyes, and my heartbeat quickens as my palms start to perspire. I hesitate before saying, "I'm sorry." You must think I'm stupid, she said.

He responds, "Something like that," sporting a little grin.

Since the child would not be biologically mine, I was totally fine with it. It would simply need to be carried. But if you utilize one of my eggs, the child will be my child. My stuff will be there. That may sound silly, but to me it's important.

"What motivated you to apply to Growing Generations? someone asks me.

I kept quiet for a moment. I'm not trying to talk to him for any reason. I've never met this dude. He is an unknown person who won't even respond to my inquiries. I say in a low voice, "I don't want to do this." Even though you probably don't want to hear that, that is the truth.

He nods while saying, "So you're in it for the money then,"

Despite the fact that I know I don't need the money for anything unethical, the way he says it makes me feel bad and as though I'm trying to sell my body. I'm attempting to market myself. Is this evidence that I am a bad person? My father and my family are in need, therefore I want to do whatever I can to help them. I sigh and shake my head as he stands next to me. Even though I initially believed this to be the solution, I'm not sure I can carry it out. Sadly once more. I turn and move in the direction of the door.

I'll give you twice as much money.

I halt. I retorted, "What?" "I'll double the amount you pay."

"Why?" I mutter something when I finally turn to face him. Is he sincere this time? By increasing the amount required to pay off the growing medical debt, the money would already have a substantial impact on the circumstances of my family.

He approaches as he approaches me in front. Although it may sound strange, you satisfy the criteria I had for a surrogate. I would prefer that a decent woman—one who is childless and single—carry my child. You are perfect. He continues to stare at me for a brief moment. Miss Damien, I have money, therefore that is not the issue i am at a loss for words. What makes a man like him want a child, though? Even though he is a new acquaintance, he seems to be a prosperous businessman who merely returns home to sleep. Why have kids? Why in particular, me? There are a lot of other childless, single ladies like myself. He is, however, making a big cash offer to me. I have the chance to provide financial support for my family.

I finally respond, "I'll think about it."

Evans digs into his back pocket and pulls out the cash. He hands me a small card after opening the envelope. When you decide, kindly give me a call.

"I will."

We continued to stand there for a while, looking at one another. I nod once more before putting my hand on the doorknob.

Damien, Sir?

Evans had his foot out the door when I turned around to see him. "Yes?"

 The man confesses, "I'm a very impatient person." Make sure you move quickly. who will not even let me question him. I sigh to myself, "I don't want to do this." Despite the fact that I know you probably don't want to hear it, it's the truth.