A Baby for My Billionaire Stepbrother 4

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Previously in this series

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Read about my first encounter with my billionaire stepbrother!

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“Y
ou have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this,” he said, pushing me harder against the shower wall.

Tessa had said it was an emergency when she called, and she implied that James would invade my privacy in order to keep me from finding out about it. I didn't have a choice but to find a phone that he couldn't listen in on so that she could tell me the information that she had just learned. It had to do with my stepbrother, another woman, and another baby...

When the circumstances behind another woman's pregnancy sounded eerily similar to my own, I began to wonder whether it was a good idea for me to keep seeing him. However, I had to ask him the question, had to hear the truth from his own lips.

When I traveled to Boston to hear his band play, I eagerly waited for a moment alone with him, so that I could put my mind at ease. However, after the show, during the after party at his house, another man took an interest in me. Like just a few weeks ago, I found myself at the mercy of a more forceful individual.

When James found us, and revealed the secret that tied the two men together, would he still protect me? Was I wrong to try and give him the greatest gift of all... a baby?

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A
fter a few moments, he looked up and saw me. He smiled, then put his guitar down and walked over toward me.

The way he advanced on me reminded me of when he had in his office, in his house, and then again in my dorm room. He wanted me, and nothing was going to stop him. A few feet from me, and just as I began to close my eyes, he spoke up. “Allie, I need your help to get something out of the back store room.”

It wasn't a request. It was a demand. I nodded, and he walked around the counter of the coffee shop to the back area. I walked with him into a closet that smelled deeply like some rich coffee.

As soon as I was inside, he closed the door behind him. Immediately, he had his hands around my neck, pulling me in for a deep kiss. I felt myself surrender to him, my knees already going weak as he kissed me. He ran his hands up my sides, pulling my jacket up as he did so. As soon as his hands felt skin, he looked down. I knew what he was curious about. I unzipped my jacket slowly, revealing that there was nothing but a halter top on underneath. I felt his nails dig into my sides as he leaned his face down to my ear.

“You have no idea how unfair it is that I can't take advantage of this,” he said.

I slapped his chest playfully. “Unfair? Unfair is making me wait for you like this.”

He put his finger to his lips. “No lock on the door. We can't do this here.”

I slapped his chest again. “Then why'd you bring me in here!?” I had a wry smile on my face so he knew I wasn't really mad.

He smiled back. “Because it was unfair of you to keep teasing me,” he said, leaning in for another kiss...

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I
n Part 1, I thought I was all grown up. Going to college in New York had changed me, and I was sure I was no longer the awkward girl I had been in high school. However, James had the ability to bring me right back to my awkwardness. After I had seen him naked in his bedroom, he had made fun of me. Then, after I got drunk and a man tried to rape me, he rescued me. On top of being my hero, he had given me a fierce kiss. I couldn't let it go. I had to follow him to Boston, had to find out if he felt the same way about me as I felt about him. And he did...

In Part 2, after fucking me, James sent me to his apartment. I thought about how I was probably already pregnant with his child, rubbing my belly every chance I got and dreaming of our future life together. When he came home from work, he took me again, then had to leave to go back to the office. I wandered down to the coffee shop he owned, getting to know the town I felt that I'd be spending a lot more time in. Only James didn't feel that way. After spending a passionate night together, he told me that I had to go back to New York. Even though I was in tears when I left, I was already starting to forget him, but then he barged into my dorm room...

In Part 3, James barged into my room, intent on fucking me right there. However, my roommate Nicole was in there, getting ready for a night out on the town. I wasn't sure that I wanted him back, and I definitely didn't want to appear desperate, so I foolishly invited him to go out with us. Nicole wasted no time zeroing in on him, making it very clear that she was his if he wanted her. Over bottle service at a swanky club, I had to watch as he put his hands all over her on the dance floor. I tried to leave, but James stopped me. He let me know that he traveled here for me, and that he wanted another chance. I gave him that chance, and he showed his true animalistic nature. He said that, due to his company, we couldn't be seen together in public, but that he was mine as long as we were discrete. I knew that I wanted more for my baby, but I was prepared to accept the compromise for now. That is, until my best friend Tessa called me to give me some important news...

I
stared at my own phone, unsure if I should just call Tessa back immediately on my cell phone. She'd probably never know, unless her work had caller ID and she had my cell phone memorized. However, I had heard the warning, the fear in her voice.

“He's probably monitoring your communication. He wouldn't stop at your phone, he'd probably spy on your computer as well,”
she had said.

The thought was borderline silly. If it had been anyone other than James, I would have thought that she was being paranoid. However, it
was
James. Even if he wasn't an expert at communications technology, he was a billionaire, and had access to all the resources that that entailed. It would probably be trivial for him to hire a private investigator to keep me under tabs.

Why would he do that, though? That question was kind of unimportant, though. I already had some evidence that he was monitoring the communications we sent in some way.

“You weren't answering your phone or reading your emails,”
he had said. He specifically mentioned that I hadn't
read
the emails, when he could have just said that I wasn't answering my phone or emails. At the time I had blown it off as fairly harmless, and had also figured that it was the worst that he was doing. I wasn't so sure now.

I slipped on some flip flops and grabbed my room key. Sometimes I would just leave the door open when I left if Nicole was there, but she was out partying or something tonight. I was glad that she hadn't heard me mention James' name on the phone. Ever since their night dancing, I had been more and more worried that Nicole had been keeping in contact with him. If James ever came back to New York, I'd have to make sure that she didn't get anywhere near him.

The front room of the dorm was a common area with a ping pong table, some tables and chairs, and a TV. It was the only area of the dorm where boys were allowed without an escort, which made James barging into my room two weeks ago that much more baffling.

I looked around for a pay phone. This building was built more than thirty years ago, and should have had some sort of public land line. I didn't see any, though.

I walked up to the receptionist. “Hi there,” I said.

The bored-looking resident assistant barely looked up from her homework. They were all required to put in rotations at the front desk in exchange for free room and board, but none of them seemed to enjoy the job all that much. I didn't really blame them, they either had to be the bad guy to a lot of people or get fired from their job. “Can I help you?”

“Do you know where a pay phone is?” I asked.

You would have thought that I asked where the nearest cobbler was. “A pay phone?” she asked in a tone that told me that she had no idea.

“Yeah, a pay phone. I need one.”

With her eyelids half closed, she shook her head, then turned back to her homework. I sighed, then looked outside. The New York winter was no joke, and on top of not bringing my coat, I just had on yoga shorts. I looked around, and I must have looked desperate, because the R.A. spoke up again. “You can use the office phone if its an emergency.”

My faith in humanity was restored. I nodded quickly and she opened the office door for me. “It's just back there,” she said, pointing to a closet in the back with a desk and chair. I thanked her then quickly went to the phone while she went back to her homework. I dialed the number, and Tessa picked up halfway through the first ring.

“Are you on a pay phone?” she asked, sounding even more worried than before.

“How did you know it was me?” I asked.

“We don't get too many business calls from the 212 area code,” she said. So she did have caller ID. I would have felt really awkward if I had tried to pass off a cell phone call as my own.

“Then, no, not quite anyway. I'm on the office phone for my dorm.”

“Mmm,” I heard her say. “I do kind of doubt that James has that phone bugged. He does have some limitations.”

“Of course he has limitations,” I said. “What's this all about?”

“You said that you and James had a conversation and that you were going to fly out to Boston to see him. What did you guys talk about?”

I bit my lip. I couldn't tell her everything, could I? I had promised James that I wouldn't, but Tessa was my best friend. Then again, he had specifically mentioned Tessa by name as a person that I couldn't tell. I had been surprised that James had even known her name.

“We talked about... the kiss.” I couldn't avoid that topic at least, I had told her that before I had even left Springfield.

“And...” she said.

“And about how we needed to get it out of our system.”

“So, you're going to Boston to get more 'out of your system'?”

I touched my belly. He was already more 'in my system' than any man had ever been. We had already had sex several times at this point, and I had no doubt we were going to fuck like rabbits while I was visiting him. “I don't know,” I said, the lie rubbing on me. “I mean, he's my stepbrother.”

“But you want to,” she said.

If we continued having this conversation, I'd either slip up and tell her something that I didn't want to or I'd just get annoyed with her. “I thought you had something to tell me, something that you couldn't tell me because James had my cell phone bugged,” I said, changing the subject.

“Girl, what I'm trying to tell you is about James. You need to be careful. You remember seeing Audrey Lipman the other day?”

How could I forget? The girl who had made my life miserable all through high school was now pregnant. Her face had gotten rounder, her cheeks were rosy, she had a glow about her, but most of all, her belly was big and round. She was absolutely beautiful. “Yeah, of course.”

“You remember how I told you that Austin wasn't the father?”

“Yeah, but-” I was going to say that she didn't tell me who the father actually was, but then I realized what she was going to say next. My stomach sank. This call was supposed to be about James. “No...”

“Yes. I just found out the other day. Audrey's about ready to pop any day now, but suddenly all her expenses are paid for. I talked to my friend Kendra who works at the hospital, and she said that your brother's company is picking up the bills.”

My mind immediately fixated on how big a HIPAA violation that was, but I knew that it happened all the time. “That's hardly conclusive.”

“Well, you're right. Apparently, Kendra tried to make some small talk with Audrey. She was being easy-going, until apparently Kendra asked the wrong question. Suddenly, Audrey locked up, saying that she couldn't really talk about it for legal reasons.”

I bit my lip. If James was involved, she was probably under an NDA. James loved his non-disclosure agreements.

“Look, the reason that I had to talk to you right away was that last text message. Nine months ago was the end of the school year. I shared homeroom with her and I remember that bitch bragging about how she was going on a trip to see this awesome band in Boston right after school let out. Your brother was in Boston then. Your text message talking about basically the same thing basically brings it all together. When you add it all up, it seems to lead to one obvious conclusion.”