Douglas POV
It had been a week since I saw the vision of loveliness at the club on Seventh Avenue, sitting with my employee. I wanted to know more about her, but the sadness and hurt in her eyes stopped me.
It was like a warning: I was not ready.
Where did that idea come from?
I have no clue.
It was my gut saying, wait.
Wait for what?
Was I waiting for something?
Today I have an appointment at the clinic. I am looking to get a surrogate woman impregnated, so my family will get the child that they so desperately want, and I can continue with my life as it is.
The place looked welcoming enough. The building was large, and the reception area was clean and screamed wealth. Although that would be a good sign if I were here to invest, it was not good for me, being the one looking fo
