Sold To The Sheikh: His Indecent Proposal (An Interracial Sheikh Romance Novel) by Holly Rayner Read Free Book Online

for
the first time since she’d met him, he actually sounded a little
uncertain. “I want you to be the mother of my child.”
     
    “What?” The word left
Mia’s mouth in a near-shriek. “I barely know you!”
     
    “Not—it’s okay, Mia. I
don’t mean like, a baby-mama or anything like that.” Mia’s mouth
opened and closed without any words leaving it. She stared up at
her ceiling in shock.
     
    “Maybe you should explain
to me what exactly it is that you mean,” she said.
     
    “I want to pay you to
carry a child for me,” Rami told her, speaking slowly. “I’ll pay
for the doctors, the treatments, everything.”
     
    “And why, exactly, do you
need a child?” Mia couldn’t get over the initial shock of what he
had proposed.
     
    “I want to raise a child
the right way, and there’s no better time than now.” Mia reflected
in silence for a long moment, remembering their conversation about
children during their “date.” She would never have imagined that
the outcome of that conversation would be Rami asking her to carry
his child. “In addition to paying for all of the medical costs, I
would of course pay you.”
     
    “Wait—wait, you mean…” Mia
felt her indignation rising again.
     
    “No, not that—no. I would
want you to conceive through IVF. But I would be paying you a
monthly allowance, so that you wouldn’t have to work. I want you to
be completely healthy and stress-free right from the start. I was
thinking maybe a hundred thousand a month, plus the medical bills
and maybe extra for your groceries?” Mia’s eyes widened and she
stared at her phone in amazement at the figure he
mentioned.
     
    “One hundred thousand a
month?” A voice in the back of her mind suggested that with that
kind of money, she could close out all of her mother’s bills and
pay for years of medication.
     
    “Of course, I’d pay you a
larger sum once the baby is delivered,” Rami continued, as if he
hadn’t quite heard her question. “I was thinking an even million,
but if you think that you’d need more to give up a child you’d
borne…” Mia could barely even think, much less speak. A million
dollars, after earning a hundred thousand a month for nine months
or more.
     
    “This is crazy,” Mia said,
shaking her head. “Why do you want to pay me to carry a baby for
you?”
     
    “It seemed like a pretty
good deal,” Rami replied. “You get money that you need, I get the
kid that I want. If it’s not enough money I can talk to my
accountant…”
     
    “No, no it’s not—it’s not
the amount,” Mia said quickly. “It’s more that it just seems so
bizarre to be paid to do something like that.”
     
    “People do it every day,”
Rami said. Mia could just picture him shrugging at the other end of
the line, as if offering someone two million dollars—maybe even
more—was the most casual thing in the world. “Plenty of wealthy
women don’t want to carry their children, or can’t, so they hire a
surrogate and pay them. I’d want you to keep quiet about it, of
course.”
     
    “It’s just that…it seems
so weird,” Mia finished, bringing her hand up to her forehead. “I
really need to think about something like that, Rami. It’s a kind
of a big favor you’re asking.”
     
    “Like I said, if you think
you need more money to be able to do it, I can work something
out.”
     
    Mia shook her head. “I
just—it would mean changing everything in my life, and—and I’m not
sure if I’m even ready to be pregnant. Or to give up a kid that I’m
carrying. Just…let me have some time to think about it,
okay?”
     
    “Take all the time you
need,” Rami told her. “It is kind of a big favor, I know. But I
hope you’ll agree to it.” Mia barely remembered what she said to
end the call; she was fairly certain she agreed to get back to him
when she had made up her mind, but her brain seemed so thoroughly
frozen by the magnitude of what Rami was asking—and the