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  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  A BILLIONAIRE DONOR: A BWWM BILLIONAIRE PREGNANCY ROMANCE

  First edition. November 15, 2018.

  Copyright © 2018 D.M. Bryce.

  ISBN: 978-1386736066

  Written by D.M. Bryce.

  A Billionaire Donor

  D.M. Bryce

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  1

  Melanie chewed the cap of her pen. It was a horrible habit, as her mother pointed out quite often, but it was a better alternative to smoking. She hadn’t touched a cigarette for a year. Not because she had one day decided to up and quit, but because she was preparing her body for what was to come next.

  Her fingers ran over the screen tenderly. There it was. The black and white photo showed the very early stages of her pregnancy. A small wonder, a miracle. A smile broadened on her lips as she sighed. It was finally happening.

  A knock on the door made her jump. She quickly exited the screen on her computer and pulled up her work schedule before telling the person to come in. A young guy stepped through the door. His blond hair was tousled and he was fidgeting with the tablet in his hands.

  “A-are you busy?” He asked with a swallow.

  “Nope, come on in. Shut the door,” Melanie set up in her seat a little taller. “What’s wrong?”

  “The Jefferson case is not going smoothly. Donna wants a bigger check and the house now.”

  Melanie pinched the bridge of her nose. “I thought we’d come to a decision.”

  “We did, until Michael slept with her again.”

  Melanie restrained the urge to throw the pen in her hand across the room. It was bad enough working with people who were getting a divorce, it was another thing when they were completely idiotic and drug it out.

  Being a divorce attorney had not been Melanie’s first option. Somehow she’d gotten a job in a law firm handling divorces right away and stayed there. Now, she felt like she was stuck in a perpetual loop of child like antics from adults with much too much money.

  “Scott, please call Michael in for me.”

  “I’ll set up an appointment.”

  “Anything else?”

  “There’s a few messages. They’re on your machine.”

  “Thanks.”

  Scott nodded before retreating. Melanie sighed. She’d gotten where she was today by being a shark. The joke around the office was that she was the devil in six inch heels. Melanie didn’t mind that comparison. If that kept people in line and made her day easier, so be it.

  “Oh no, I’m going to have to give up my heels,” she mumbled to herself.

  She was only eight weeks pregnant, but she knew that the next few months would speed by and she’d soon be unable to hide her growing belly. That’s when the questions would come. Who was the father? Why hadn’t she gone a more traditional route? How was she going to raise a baby alone?

  They were all questions that her mother had asked her already. Sure, she would have loved to have a fairytale wedding and be settling down with the man of her dreams as they prepared for a baby, but it wasn’t an option. She was twenty-nine. Between her busy schedule and her lack of decent dates lately, she knew that her window of opportunity was closing and quickly.

  The phone rang, making her push her thoughts aside. Doctor Wash. She pressed the phone to her ear before clearing her throat.

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Everything is fine,” a man’s smooth voice floated into her ear, “I was just calling you to let you know that all your tests came back normal and your pregnancy is going smoothly.”

  Melanie raised an eyebrow. “You could have had the receptionist call me.”

  The man chuckled. “I could have, but you would have asked to speak to me anyway.”

  “Am I that predictable?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  “Why are you not single anymore?”

  Doctor Wash let out a short burst of laughter. “I got married.”

  Melanie pouted. “Don’t I know it.”

  She could almost see him shaking his head. “Behave yourself. Besides, I still think the right one for you is just around the corner.”

  Melanie scoffed. “Yeah, I’ll believe that when it happens.”

  They said their goodbyes before Melanie leaned back in her chair. She had known Jeff or Doctor Wash since they were in middle school, but she’d never paid very much attention to him as anything other than a friend, now she was wondering if she’d missed out on a wonderful future. He’d just been married a year and already his wife was pregnant.

  She ran a hand through her long, black hair. Really, she longed to feel the touch of a man’s hands running over her shapely, brown thighs. Her fingers brushed over her legs. There was nothing that could compare to the feel of a lover's lips caressing every inch of her skin as she shuddered.

  Melanie shook her head quickly. Of course, she’d heard about this. Pregnancy hormones could make you feel more lustful than usual. She wondered briefly if it was at all a good idea to perhaps go to a bar, find someone hot and young and take them back to her place? No, she couldn’t imagine doing that, but the thought of it made her face heat up almost instantly.

  There had to be a better way to find a date. She thought about online dating, but she’d never had the time for that. Besides, the few people that she’d talked to and the fewer dates that she’d had were enough to make sure she didn’t want return to that scene.

  Melanie pushed her chair out from behind her heavy, oakwood desk. She’d kicked off her shoes some time ago and padded along her office in nude colored stockings. Her fingers pressed against the glass of her window. Down below, there were cars moving seamlessly and pedestrians hurrying to their destinations. She sighed.

  Why the hell was it so hard for her to find someone? She wasn’t unattractive, right? Melanie moved from the window to a mirror as she examined herself. Black hair, brown hair, coffee colored skin,full lips that often pulled into a mischievous grin. No, she wasn't hideous by any stretch of the imagination, but how was she supposed to find the time for a date?

  Scott knocked before popping his head in the door. “Your three o’clock is here.”

  Melanie nodded, but she was still in her own world. Scott cleared his throat. She knew she had to pull herself together. She stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the black blazer, white blouse and black pencil skirt.

  “Send them in.”

  2

  Kian glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He adjusted the cuffs of his suit, straightened the hunter green tie that brought out his own green eyes. A hand pushed through his short, black hair. He nodded in approval.

  “I’ll take it,” he said to the tailor with a grin.

  He slipped out of the new suit and back into his street clothes, blue jeans and a black t shirt that hugged his muscles. The bag was ready at the register by the time he was dressed. Kian paid for the suit, thanked the man and walked outside.

  It was a beautiful day. The sun streamed down in waves that warmed his skin as he strolled down the street. It was rare that Kian could get away from the office, but he had made it a point to sneak out today. After all, he was the boss. They could get along without him for a few hours. He hoped.

  Kian’s pocket began to vibrate. He dug deep before producing a black phone.
Jack. He’d known Jack since middle school. Families of similar income seemed to hang out together and they were no exception. Jack was a good enough guy, even if he could get on Kian’s nerves at times.

  “Guess what the hell I’m doin?”

  Kian sighed. “Hey to you too.”

  “I’m freakin’ out here!”

  Kian was kind of afraid to ask, but he knew he had to. They’d both grown up in Virginia, but when they were in highschool they parted ways. Jack’s family went to New Jersey, while his moved to New York. That was years ago and whenever Jack was agitated the Jersey accent was thick.

  “What’s wrong with you?”

  “I have a kid. No, three kids.”

  Kian stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. “I’m sorry. What?”

  “I have three friggin kids!”

  “How is that even possible?”

  Jack sighed. “You don’t remember? College? Our credit cards frozen?”

  “Oh shit.”

  Jack scoffed. “Damn right, oh shit!”

  Kian had forgotten all about it. Years ago, when they were freshmen in college, Kian and Jack had been the life of the party. Multiple parties. Every night. Once their parents found out they were charging ludicrous amounts to their cards, they were briefly, but swiftly, cut off. Kian still felt a little shiver travel down his spine when he thought of his mother wielding a sharp pair of scissors and snipping his card in half.

  After their parents had left and they were forced to fend for themselves, they got desperate. Kian found a job in a pizza shop, but every time Jack got hired, he was fired just as quickly. He said it was because he wasn’t meant to do low end jobs, but Kian knew it was really because he was a womanizer who liked to smoke cigarettes in the parking lot and didn’t do any work.

  Kian could remember it clearly, the day they’d run out of cash. There was nothing to eat, their parents still refused to help. Kian’s mom said something about responsibility for their actions and a hard lesson needing to be learned. He remembered hanging up on her. That’s when Jack had his big idea, they could get cash at the sperm bank.

  They hadn’t thought about it at the time, it was just a quick trip and then they’d have enough money for food and a couple of beers. Now, Kian found himself swallowing thickly. What if he actually had children out there? Even the possibility of it was a bit overwhelming. He wondered if he could get the lab to destroy his sample?

  “Kian, are you there?”

  “Yeah, yeah I’m here.”

  “What the hell am I going to do? I’m getting married next year. Catherine can never know about this.”

  “Then don’t tell her.”

  “She’ll find out,” Jack said, his voice tight, “You know how she is.”

  “Well, you can’t have them be unborn. You’re going to have to deal with it.”

  “I know,” Jack sounded defeated. “You better check yours too. I can’t believe we were so stupid!”

  Kian comforted Jack the best he could, but he was feeling a bit freaked out too about the whole thing himself. He wasn’t the type to ever want children and he’d taken all of the necessary precautions to ensure that he wouldn’t have any. His work was too important and the thought of screwing up a child didn’t seem like something he wanted.

  “I have to go to that lab.”

  Kian made a beeline to the red ferrari parked in front of the suit shop. Packing away his things, he slid behind the wheel before he peeled off, the screech of tires against asphalt loud and piercing. He would need to pick up a few things, but Jersey wasn’t far away. He could afford to miss some more work.

  The entire drive out to the lab, he found his hands tightly gripping the wheel. Tension flowed through his body as he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel. Every red light or backed up section of interstate made him grit his teeth so hard they hurt.

  After two hours of driving, Kian was finally pulling up in front of the tall, white building. He hopped out, almost forgetting to put the car in park, before he dashed up to the door. Stepping inside, he was hit with a blast of cold air making a shiver run up his arms.

  “Can I help you, sir?”

  A woman had popped up from behind the desk. Her grey streaked, mousy brown hair was twirled into a tight bun. There was a soft, friendly smile on her lips that put him more at ease.

  “Yes, I need to speak to someone about…” He hesitated, his eyes falling on some of the chairs already filled with other people. Not one to be shy, but unable to hide his embarrassment for the situation, he leaned over the counter and beckoned the woman closer. “I need to speak to someone about getting a sample back.”

  “Back?” The woman asked with a raised brow. “Why on earth would you want to do that?”

  “Who do I speak to about it?”

  “I’ll get Warren.”

  The woman disappeared leaving Kian to tap his foot anxiously at the desk. She wasn’t gone long, but when she returned a man followed behind her, his mouth set in a straight line as he tugged on his lab coat. He glanced over Kian.

  “You can follow me back to my office and we’ll discuss it there.”

  Kian follows the man back past rows of rooms. When they enter his office, Kian takes the seat across from his desk. Warren settles himself into the seat before he threads his fingers together and rests his stubbled chin on them.

  “What seems to be the problem?”

  “I…” Kian swallows. “I made a donation here years ago, I was in college. Now, I’d like it back. I can purchase it from you,” he says as he digs into his pocket for his wallet. “And I need to know if anyone has..used my sample.”

  Warren chuckled. “Mister…?”

  “Sapir. You can call me Kian.”

  The man’s eyes went wide. “The Kian Sapir?”

  “Yes,” Kian said with a sigh. “Back to the subject…”

  “I’m afraid I can’t do it. I can’t just hand over that information.”

  Kian sighed. The man already looked a bit unnerved so he highly doubted that his next move wouldn’t work. However, he still didn’t want to do it. He reached into his wallet, pulled out several bills and slid them across the table.

  “I couldn’t possibly take a bribe,” the man said as he ran a finger inside of the collar of his lab coat.

  “It’s not a bribe. I’m paying you for information,” Kian slide more money his way. “And to have the rest of it destroyed.”

  Warren looked around as though they were being watched. Kian raised a brow. There was only the two of them in the room. He watched as the man took the money,slipped it into his pocket and began to browse through his computer.

  Warren cleared his throat. “There has been one use of your sample. It was used by a woman from New York. Melanie Bloom.”

  “And?” Kian asked anxiously.

  “The implantation was normal from what I can tell. I can destroy the rest of the sample though.”

  Kian bit his lip. First, he had to deal with Melanie. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but he had to know what was going on with her. He lifted a hand as he looked over at Warren.

  “Keep it, for a while. Just, please don’t let anyone else use it.”

  Warren shrugged. “You got it.”

  Kian left. Warren was too busy counting the money he’d made that day to notice. Driving back to New York, Kian knew he’d have to hire someone to find out more about the woman. It was time to meet the woman that was carrying his child.

  3

  Melanie pushed herself away from the sink. The sun had already risen and she still wasn’t at work. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t trying, but every time she headed for the door, she found herself rushing back to the bathroom. Pregnancy was not agreeing with her.

  “Are you sure I’m okay? I’m pretty sure I’m dying,” Melanie complained to Doctor Wash as she rinsed her mouth for the hundredth time.

  “You’re not dying, but you might need to come in so I can take a look at you.”
r />   “No can do. Important meetings today, I don’t have time for this.”

  She could hear Wash groaning. “You don’t have a choice. You signed up for this when you got pregnant. It’s a natural part of it, but I need to make sure you’re getting some nutrients to the baby. You could be putting him or her in danger.”

  “I get it. I get it. What’s your schedule look like in an hour?”

  “For you? Free and clear.”

  “Perfect.”

  Melanie brushed her teeth again before she looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She looked tired. The bags under her eyes gave away the fact that she hadn’t been getting much sleep, if any. She reached into the cabinet, pulled out her makeup bag and got to work.

  By the time she was done, Melanie was feeling a lot more like herself. She still felt the occasional wave of nausea wash over her, but she was able to keep it together. She called off of work before she dressed in a beige form fitting sweater dress and nude flats.

  Wash was through in his exam. By the time she was done being poked and prodded, Melanie felt a lot like a lab rat. Wash sat in front of her, his laptop on a stand as he stared at the screen.

  “Everything still looks okay, but I’m worried about your stress levels. You know what I’m going to ask you right?”

  “Absolutely not! I refuse to stop working a day before it’s needed.”

  Wash sighed. “You don’t have to stop, just slow down. It’s my recommendation that you cut down to part time and get a lot more rest. I wrote you a prescription to help with the nausea, but you have to do your part as well.”

  Melanie groaned. “I’ll do my best.”

  “I mean it.”

  “I will. I will...cut down,” the words came out only after she struggled with them.