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he approaches me. I can't help but admire his commanding presence. His sharp features are

" he greets, his voice

slightly shaky as I try to compose

ll me Alexander." He takes a seat across from me, his eyes never leaving mine. "I must

oice. "I apologize if I've caused any confusion. I receiv

scommunication. You must not have checked the mail thoroughly. The agreed-upon date for the me

nt flooding me. "I... I'm so sorry. I checked the email, but I must have

erstanding in his eyes. "I can understand your excitement. But

ls, clouded by my eagerness. "I'm truly sorry for the confusion. If it's possible, I can come

cks. "Wait, Sophia," he calls out, his tone gentle yet comman

eally

ace as if trying to discern my true intentions. He can sense

appen, and I understand your eagerness. However, before we proceed, I must ask: have you

carefully," I reply, my voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "It mentioned the nine-

It requires immense dedication and sacrifice. You will not only carry the weight of the pregnancy but may also need to

demands of the job are more significant than I had initially comprehende

In that moment, I think of my father's mount

rtunity, despite its challenges, holds the potential to

e sacrifices involved, and I'm prepared to commit fully. I can't afford to let an

n the room feels charged with anticipation, the gravity of the situation hanging in the air. I can't help

, there's no need to be so tense. Let's make this conversation more comfortab

my mind focused on the task at hand. I know that I need to ad

's talk about spouse selection," he begins, his voice measured. "It's important for me to understand your perspec

ely transactional relationship, but circumstances have led me to this juncture. With a steadiness in my voice, I an

, let's discuss sexual experience," he says, his tone matter-of-fact. "It's essential

ent to gather my thoughts before responding honestly, "I... I have not had previous exper

ally gives a soft laugh as he says, "I understand. Moreover, you still

atters with a stranger. But for some reason, it doesn't feel out of bounds,

his chair, his expression thoughtful. "Sophia, I have to be transparent with you. I am

hing over me. I had harbored no illusions of romance in this arrangemen

y in my voice, I respond, "

exander's character. He possesses an air of mystery that piques my curiosi

to break the

may I ask how old you are?" My voice is la

op the formalities, Sophia. Call me Alexander," he says, flashing

s I blurt out, "You look

compliment. I've been told that before. Maybe I have good genes, or perhaps it's

ize how easily we are conversing. The initial distance I wan

ind, one that has been nagging at me since we first

s head. "No, I'm not married. You don't have to worry about becoming a thi

lized I was holding. The thought of causing harm or hearta

reach his eyes, the genuine interest he shows in getting to know me. A part of me, bu

our connection is founded on a surrogacy contract, and any romantic involve