Carrying the billionaire’s Child

"Carrying your baby?", I asked finally surprised. He leaned comfortably in the back of his chair, running his index finger and thumb in a circular motion over his slightly grown, sharp beard. “I won’t go into too much detail, but let’s say , this will be the solution to your problems.” I snorted at his words. Well this was simply magnificent but to him! Still I remained silent, not giving him the pleasure of looking once in his direction. “So, what’s your answer?”, He went on shamelessly.