He left without a word. Nine years later he came back and asked her to carry his baby.

Shayla Boykin hasn't said Roman Doss's name out loud since 2016.

Then she walks into a hospital conference room with a visitor badge on her chest and finds him at the far end of the table, and everybody in Detroit calls him Mr. Doss now.

He has warehouses in Romulus and Toledo. He has a lawyer who picks him up at five-fifteen. And he has one problem money cannot solve.

Cancer took his ability to father a child. What's left is a handful of embryos and a very short list of women he trusts with the truth. Shayla is the only name on it who knew him before the money.

The offer is two hundred and forty thousand dollars. Every medical bill covered. Her aunt's house on Fairview pulled back from the county before the taxes take it.

The cost is nine months carrying the baby of the man who taught her what leaving feels like.

She reads every line of the contract. No touching. No pretending to be a family. No promises about what happens after the birth.

And Term Eleven, the clause neither of them can actually enforce: she will not fall in love with him again.

But every appointment puts him back in the room. Every heartbeat on the monitor gives him a reason to stay. And the harder Roman works to protect her with money and paperwork and careful distance, the more obvious it becomes that he didn't come back looking for a surrogate.

He came back for her.

Surrogate for the Hood Billionaire Who Broke My Heart is a full-length, emotional Black billionaire romance featuring a curvy heroine, second-chance love, a surrogacy contract nobody can keep, forced proximity, family healing, a self-made protective hero, and a hard-earned happily ever after. No cliffhanger. Book One of Billionaire Surrogate Contracts.

Surrogate to the Man Who Broke Me

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