Chapter 1
“I need a child-bearer.”
Vicente—the assistant slash confidant—turned his head sharply toward Zeke. Actually, he was more than that. Vicente was the hot wingman with retro glasses. He accompanied him on all his outings, whether formal or just for fun.
“What child-bearer? Explain it to me.”
“Child-bearer. Exactly how you would define it. A woman who will agree to let me plant my seed in her womb.”
“In other words, a woman who will let you get her pregnant?” Vicente’s eyes widened. He was at Zeke’s condo, reminding him of his schedule for that week, when he suddenly blurted out the thing about a child-bearer.
“What do you need a child-bearer for? You are thirty-something, have an excellent sperm count, and have no issues with erection, so why don’t you find yourself a suitable wife instead?” he suggested.
“I don’t want a wife. I just need the baby.”
“Why? Is there someone pressuring you to have a child already?”
He let out a low chuckle. “No one can force me to do what I don’t want. My parents already have their own families. The families they built after separating are still worthless. They might even end up in divorce again. So they don’t have the time to meddle with my life when they can’t even fix their own.”
“Then what’s the reason why you’re suddenly looking for a woman to impregnate?”
“I just feel like I am ready to raise my own. I want someone to inherit my properties when I get old.”
“But to raise a child without a mother—”
“Please, Vicente. I managed to stay well without a mother and a father. Therefore, my child will grow up just fine without the woman who delivered him into this world.”
Vicente sighed and gently shook his head. “If you think that’s right, it’s up to you. I’m just reminding you.”
He smiled lazily and sat on the couch. He motioned to the chair across from him. “Write this down.” He waited for the man to ready his laptop. “Find me a woman who is mature, over 30, and non-committal. The woman and I shouldn’t have mutual acquaintances. I don’t want anyone to recognize her in case someone sees us together.”
The man nodded, adjusted the glasses on his face, and carefully typed out his instructions. “Is this all?”
“Hmmm? Oh, yes! I almost forgot. I don’t want a virgin. The first time should be gentle for a woman. I don’t have time for that. I want someone ready to go right away. So, I wouldn’t have to eat her vagina just to get her in the mood to fuck. Is that clear?”
“You don’t have to eat her vagina just to get her in the mood to fuck. You can stimulate the clit, fuck her with your finger, suck her nipples, or—”
“Fuck, Vicente! It’s too vulgar to talk about this with you. Anyway, I don’t want a virgin. Period.”
“My bad.”
“I want someone who gets pregnant easily. So it’s just one time and doesn’t need to be repeated.”
“I wouldn’t know the efficiency rate of a woman’s ability to conceive.” Vicente exhaled loudly. “Just fuck until she gets pregnant, okay? If she doesn’t get pregnant after many tries, I’ll just find another womb for you to plant your seed in.”
“Fine, fine! Go on, go home. I want to rest early tonight.”
Before Vicente completely stepped out, he had one last question. “When should I deliver the woman to you?”
“After the corporate anniversary party.”
Next-level hot.
That was how one would describe the university lecturer, Mr. Zeke Castoldi. Just like today. Mr. Castoldi was wearing a formal polo shirt. But his arm muscles filled the sleeves of the shirt. Every time he moved his hand, the hard muscles of his arm would visibly flex.
And you know he’s mouthwateringly sexy by how his shirt expands across the chest area. It must feel so good to lean against his chest. His stomach was flat, too. Not an ounce of fat. And his legs were very masculine.
Whenever he had a class, the lecture hall was full. The lecture hall could accommodate up to 250 students. And there were never any empty seats left. Probably half of those who attended Mr. Castoldi’s class weren’t even business administration majors. Just like her. She was always present. Since day 1. Without fail. And she was an IT student. She didn’t have to listen to lectures about entrepreneurship. But she still went just to see him.
There was a huge age gap between them. She was only eighteen, and he was probably in his thirties. But she didn’t care. Women liked him more because of his age. Thirty is sexy, as they say.
And whenever he spoke, you’d just end up staring slack-jawed at his lips, dreaming that those lips would touch yours.
“Pearl, Sir is really hot, isn’t he?”
Pearl turned to her seatmate, Zendaya. She had her chin resting in her hands, staring intently at the lecturer.
“It’s true. That’s why there are never any vacant seats here in the lecture hall.”
“He’s incredibly smart, too. Add to that, Sir is extremely wealthy and has his own successful company.”
Zeke Castoldi is the founder and president of Castoldi Labs and Technologies—the world’s leading manufacturer and distributor of the most advanced and creative tech products and services.
“Sir isn’t married yet, right?”
She nodded. “Negative. He’s not wearing a wedding ring, either.”
“Which makes him even better to fantasize about.”
She and her friend giggled. Pearl even swatted her friend’s hand while trying hard to press her own lips together to stop smiling.
“The ones Sir takes to bed must be so lucky,” Zendaya continued.
She blushed and continued swatting her friend’s hand.
“Hey, you’re still a virgin, right?” Zendaya poked her.
She covered her friend’s mouth. “Quiet,” she scolded her.
The girl grinned. “Give your virginity to Sir. So your first time is memorable. Just don’t get pregnant. Let him eat you out, but tell him not to cum inside you.”
“Hey, Zen, watch your mouth! Someone might hear you!”
“Jeez, you’re shy? You really are a virgin. Legit. But if you’re going to let a man taste you anyway, it might as well be Sir!”
Pearl covered both her ears. “Whatever. You’re scandalizing me. Let’s just focus on what Sir is teaching.” She focused her eyes on Mr. Castoldi, but all she could see was smut. Zendaya kept putting all sorts of dirty thoughts into her head.
But if she were to give herself to a man, she would make sure to offer herself to Mr. Castoldi. He was the only one allowed to discover her flower!
