THE CEO AND ME!

Chapter 184 - ROSS BAMFORD!

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SEASON 3...

NEW CHARACTERS ALERT!!!!

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PRECAP

"I...I was pregnant!"

And Kian just left her there and looked away from her. He did not know how to react to that.

She was pregnant...??? How could that be possible just out of blue??

"You are one selfish, obsessive woman and I m not going to tolerate this...this whatever game you are trying to play of making me feel guilty...a mistake that you want me to feel that I made by going with Serena which could have been stopped if I had stayed back....?"

Kian went on, not giving one chance to let her speak in between. He was not going to fall to her game.

"You disgust me, right now!"

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"I do not have anything to gain by hurting you, nephew....you are the only one I have been left with....son!!! I have never seen you any less than the child that I miscarried!"

Valeria caressed his jaws and Kian kissed the back of her hands, trying to calm her down.

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Meanwhile, in that pouring rain, Tinsley drove back to their countryside home. The mango tree underneath everything had started and was going to end probably.

Kian tried to call her and when he saw that her phone location was back on the Anderson Corp. Tower, he was beyond furious.

Kian threw his phone away, breaking it into pieces.

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"Would have been so better if I handed Josh his contracted slut? Would not it?"

He very cruelly remarked, a sadistic mocking smile taking over his face and it was her cue...her cue to know that they had gone to the point of no return.

"Could you ever love me?"

She asked and waited, patiently for a few seconds for him to answer. And when those seconds turned into a minute...she had gotten her answer.

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"Mr Bamford, you are up!"

The nurse called out, looking down at her cardboard file and a tall man, with dirty blonde hairs, wearing a normal white t-shirt and a denim jacket over, nodded his head and followed her.

" Ross Bamford, Age 35 yrs, No medical genetic condition, no family history of drugs, depression, malignant diseases...you look all fit and fine, Mr Bamford!"

The doctor declared, going through the details of the file that the nurse gave her.

"Just call me, Ross. Mr Bamford was my father who is long gone!"

The doctor smiled. Ross returned it with his sly smirk that the female seemed to get woe with.

"Mr Bam...I mean, Ross, what makes you want to do this?"

"What makes me want to do what, Ms Chelsea?? Can I address you that instead of boring 'Doc'?"

Ross implored, pointing at her name tag imprinted on the cardboard piece on her table. Chelsea nodded.

"Wanting to come here and do this?"

"You mean coming here for my sperm donation? "

Ross appealed. And the young doctor's cheek got tainted in red paint. Not every day, such a young, and handsome British gentleman would visit her office for such a purpose.

What had seemed more peculiar was the fact that being so extraordinarily brilliant in looks, and in prime youth, having a family name as Bamford...connecting him to the Bamford Woods and Corp., the International Global Wood Company...would want to do this??

Coming to donate his seeds for artificial insemination of any single woman who would want to get pregnant??

Or for women whose husbands or male partners are infertile.

"Yes, Ross! Why?? I mean...I m not against it and it's not my job to intervene in either but it requires me to know why...what is your motive behind this...? Like if you...I mean your sample which we will take and store it, gets selected by any woman...could be any woman...a wife, an old middle-aged woman trying to conceive...you would become the father of that child if it's born but you would never come to know or heard or see them..."

"I went through the terms and conditions, Chelsea so I know that part!"

Ross chuckled, interrupting the doctor in between. He knew what he was letting himself on in.

"So then why??"

Chelsea asked, not understanding the need for him to go through this. Normally, her donation would be for young boys in need of money, or any husband, or boyfriends...

"Why me?? Or do you ask why to every one of your donated?"

Ross interviewed. And Chelsea did not mean her interrogation for him to feel it directed to him personally, yet her curiosity had led to that.

"I mean...you are rich, got the looks, have nice family...you can get any girl, marry an heiress similar to you then why the need to donate your family seeds?"

The doctor finally let out, what she had been wanting to know internally all these times ever since she got the file of Ross Bamford.

" 'My family seeds!' That does sound so awkward!"

Ross remarked and Chelsea did not mean in any way to make him feel awkward.

"I just want to do it...knowing how my life is going to end...hoping that a part of me would be left on this earth long after I m gone..."

Ross answered, trying to make it as simple as he could. It did not satiate Chelsea's hunger to know more, yet she could not press anymore, being chained to her work's chair and duty.

The nurse later came and directed, Ross to an empty, private cubicle like room and left him with a plastic can.

Ross sighed and looked at the plastic white can where he was supposed to donate his sperm. The door was closed and he took a sit on one of that comfy sofa.

Never, in his life, had he thought, he would sit in a peanut-sized room, with a can, getting ready to fill it.

Oh! Lord! He had called upon, wondering had this thought of easing his content had ever occurred to him into a can??

When he still could go out and get a Victoria Secret's model or many more on his bed right away.

Josephine was going to be so mad at him for still going on with this horrendous idea, as she had tagged it to be when he told her about it, the first time.

He unzipped his zipper and let his manhood out. It was nowhere near to be semi-hard and how the hell was he going to fill it up in the next thirty minutes.

He had a record of lasting longer than required on the bed and maybe that was why women who be bedded with would visit him again and again...the next time.

Jerking himself, trying to fill the can for a good ten minutes now, he had given up, standing up, frustrated.

He was not even horny with the hospital vibe surrounding him. Everything seemed so serious and not lustrous.

He thought he might have overestimated himself...he might could not do this and it was very stupid.

He was about to get out and the nurse that had let him inside poked her head in as soon as the door hung open.

"Having difficulty sir!?"

The way, she had spoken out in the voice of a sexy vixen. Right in, seated on his lap, she started giving him a hand as he sat on the sofa, groaning out, smelling her feminine scent from the crook of her neck.

"Fuck!! Love, go on!!"

He grunted out, squeezing the nurse's breasts. She moaned out, running her hand up and down on his length furiously.

And in no time, as his pole throbbed against her hand, the nurse got down on her knees trying to take him in her mouth.

His face was red, from the sweat and heat. Yet the sanity that he needed to complete in the can had not left him.

"Not in you, love...this bastard gets lucky today!"

He let out and poured himself and his everything in the can. The nurse giggled, shyly, getting up on her feet.

"Christ! I had no idea how would I have done this without your help!"

He closed the lid of the can, standing up to zip his pants. The nurse felt so hot and desired by this eligible bachelor in the States.

It was rare for her to even get so close as to an heir to the Bamford Wood Corp. He pulled her in for a deep kiss.

"Rosette isn't it??"

The nurse nodded. That was her name, yes. She had excused herself for a washroom break from her work and it was past that time.

"You have no idea how thankful I m to you, Rosette!"

"Hmm..."

The nurse moaned, still caressing his bulge over his jeans, although he was trying his best to pry her naughty hands off of him.

"Will you do me another favour?"

"Only if you...", Rosette winked and Ross understood her. He could not put a woman down on her offer.

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