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A Baby for My Billionaire Stepbrother 5
Cassandra Zara
Published by Lost Innocence Publishing, 2015.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
A BABY FOR MY BILLIONAIRE STEPBROTHER 5
First edition. January 1, 2015.
Copyright © 2015 Cassandra Zara.
Written by Cassandra Zara.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
About This Book
Previously in this series
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
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“You drive me crazy,” he whispered, his words melting into my mouth. “I don't know how you do it, but you do.”
I couldn't believe what I had seen on my stepbrother's computer. The thought of it made me sick, literally. But when combined with my missed period, I began to suspect something else. I needed to get away from James, so I went to visit Anne. But, I had to make a stop at the drug store first.
Anne was the best friend I had in Boston and she gave me some worldly advice. With her words in my head, I realized I couldn't leave James like this. I had to make things right, so I put my worries aside and went back to his apartment.
It was only an afternoon of guitar lessons and pleasure before the problems between James and I resurfaced. In a gesture of absolute trust, he offered to share the full contents of his phone with me. However, I couldn't return the gesture. There was one picture that I could not allow him to see. Not yet.
Would James understand? Or would it drive us further apart and keep him from accepting the gift I so desperately want to give him... a baby?
***
His tongue stroked mine, confident and sure. I moaned slightly, wanting to press my body into his, but there was a guitar in the way. I was surprised we had even been kissing this long with the beautiful instrument between us.
“Help me get this off,” I said, pulling the strap over my head, and fighting with my own limbs in my haste.
“Oh, I'll get you off,” he teased, gently taking the instrument from me. He managed to hold onto it like it wasn't an awkward shape or size. With practiced care, he set it down next to the amp and looked up at me. His eyes were dark and heated and his hair messy from my fingers. Just looking at him like that was foreplay for me.
Without the guitar in the way, he kissed me again. Slower this time, more controlled. I bit at his lower lip, but he easily took the lead of the kiss again, guiding me to where he wanted. I arched into him, my body easily contouring to his.
He reached down, lips still on mine, and undid the button to my jeans. The zipper was next and with a little help, I was soon shimmying out of my jeans. I arched my hips into him, feeling his erection press against my thin panties.
Together, we melted to the floor, still locked together in a slow and sensual kiss. As I slid downward, his hand caught my sweater and pulled up, leaving me with only my bra and panties. James licked his lips like I was the most delicious thing he had ever seen...
***
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Previously in this series
In 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...
In Part 4, Tessa let me know her suspicions about Audrey Lipman's new baby. Between Audrey's medical bills being paid for by James' company and the eerie similarity between our both going to Boston for a concert, Tessa was sure that he was setting me up for the same thing. At first, I didn't believe her. After all, this was my own stepbrother. However, James did very little to persuade me otherwise. I watched his band play but after the concert, when we went to his apartment for the after party, he basically ignored me. I knew that he couldn't be too affectionate with me in public, but it still hurt. What I never expected was that his band mate Ryan would come on to me, and when I outright told him 'no', would make it clear that that wasn't really an option with him. If not for James coming in and rescuing me, I'm not sure what would have happened. Afterward, James told me that Ryan was the father of Audrey's child and that he was just making sure that the baby had the best life possible. My fears melted away, and as we made love in the shower, I knew he was the right man to father my child. That is, until, I saw the pictures that Nicole had been sending him...
Chapter One
I staggered out into the cold, still a little unsteady on my feet. I didn't know if it was something I ate, or maybe a bug I caught on the airplane, but I suddenly felt like my body wasn't my own. Or maybe, it was something much, much better.
I tried to remember what I had read on the Internet about morning sickness, but as weak as I felt right now, I couldn't think of anything. Was this too early to have it? Would a pregnancy test be accurate at this point, assuming I got pregnant just about two weeks ago?
I knew the answer to that last question. I might as well flip a coin for all the good a pregnancy test would do me right now. Still, I felt like it might put my mind at ease. Immediately upon leaving the building, I punched “drug store” into my phone's GPS. There was one only two blocks away, and I walked toward it, feeling myself perk up immediately at having a task, something to do.
I was already starting t
o forgive James for the pictures that Nicole had sent him, but I wasn't about to admit that to him yet. After all, I had seen the messages he had sent back. Most were very noncommittal, as if he were embarrassed that he had to reply at all.
I had also seen the look on his face when I accused him of jerking off to the pictures, and I knew that it was true. No doubt he had gigabytes of pornography on his computer to jerk off to as well, and was that really all that different? I knew that it was something to be worried about, but as long as it was kept to just an occasional wank session at his home, I could hardly stay mad.
If he wanted to stay with me, however, he'd have to make it clear to Nicole that they were never to see each other again. Oh, I know he said that he'd never do anything with her. And he had been good at telling her no, that one time. I knew how badly she wanted to get with him, though, and that she'd pull out every trick in the book next time she saw him.
I thought about texting her right now, telling her to stay away from James. How weird would that seem? The younger sister telling her roommate that her older brother was off limits? Could I get away with it? Not without seeming weird, I thought with a sigh. She had to know the two of us weren't that close. How long before she started asking questions about our relationship? Would she start to spy on us? She didn't seem like a gossip, but you never know with people what will set them off.
The pharmacy's sign was in the distance, the mortar-and-pestle of the logo almost seeming like a mirage until I got closer. I hoped they would be open on a Saturday morning, and I sighed with relief as I saw the “Open 24 Hours” sign.
I went inside and headed straight to the feminine hygiene aisle. There were a thousand different pregnancy tests available and I wished I had paid attention to which brand was the best during all my pregnancy research. I picked the one that had the shiniest packaging and went up to the checkout.
The girl at the counter gave me a pitying look as she rang me up, especially as I paid for it and a pack of gum with a credit card. Just one more expense I'd have to try to explain to my dad, I thought with another sigh. With a meek voice, I asked where their bathroom was. The cashier pointed and almost seemed to sigh, as if she thought I was going to pee all over the stall and make a mess that she personally would have to clean up. I smiled and thanked her, then headed for the bathroom.
Luckily, I hadn't had a chance to pee before I had staggered out of James' apartment. I almost lost control while I had been retching, but I managed to keep it all in. I opened the box and took the applicator out quickly, nearly dropping it in the toilet as I grabbed it. I wasn't sure it would have worked after that and I was glad I didn't have to go through the pain of purchasing another. Without going into any more details, I managed to pee on it without making the stall a mess for the poor cashier.
I should have pulled out my phone and played with that, or thought about something else, or done literally anything other than just staring at my watch and waiting for sixty seconds to count down. The first line appeared immediately, but I knew that only meant the test was working. I watched as the forty second mark passed, then fifty seconds, then all the way to sixty seconds.
I couldn't see a second line.
For a moment, I didn't know whether I should be relieved or devastated. Part of me knew that at eighteen years old, I was much too young to be pregnant. Even if James did support me, it'd be a major change in my life. I still wanted to finish college, and it'd be really hard to be a good mother at the same time as I was attending classes.
But the other part of me wanted this more than anything. James was the best man to be a father that I could ever hope for. I had been feeling my belly every day for the past two weeks, and I had known that there was a baby already growing in there. I knew that I was ready, especially with James' help.
I looked down at the pregnancy test again, feeling a sense of loss already.
Was that a second line there?
I squinted my eyes. Was it just my own hope that I was pregnant that was fooling me? It really looked like a faint second line there. I couldn't be sure. The only other person within walking distance was the cashier, and I doubted she would appreciate me just walking up with a used pregnancy test and asking if she saw a line.
I looked as hard as I could, but really couldn't tell if it was just my imagination. My heart fluttered with hope as I set it down on the toilet paper dispenser and snapped a picture of it on my phone. I didn't quite know how I would figure it out, but I knew I had to. It might have to wait until I got back to New York, but I knew I would have to find out one way or another...
Chapter Two
I tossed the pregnancy test in the trash and left the drug store quickly. Part of me wanted to keep it as a memento, but I realized how crazy it sounded to want to carry around a stick that I had peed on. I walked outside in the cold, unsure of where to go next. I popped a stick of gum in my mouth to get rid of the throw-up taste from earlier and thought about what to do next.
Part of me wanted to run right back to James, to let him in on my possible discovery. Part of me was still mad at him for jacking off to pictures of Nicole. And part of me knew that he would try to tell me that it was too early to make any kind of assumptions.
Besides, I told him that I was going to see Anne today, and that was exactly what I had intended to do.
I pulled out my phone and texted Anne.
Hey, was hoping we could hang out today since I'm in town. Are you working today?
A text came back almost immediately.
No! Come on over! I'm walking distance from James' place, here's the address.
Just three blocks away. I was feeling a ton better, no longer thinking I was going to throw up. I felt downright chipper by now. My breath was fresh, and I was newly invigorated by what I knew I would now refer to as “The Ghostly Second Line”. I texted back.
Great, see you soon!
***
The address led to the tiniest little yellow house I had ever seen. It was adorable and exactly what I expected from someone like Anne. I could see plants hanging in the windows and the exterior was beautiful.
I knocked on the door but she was already waiting. “Come in! I'm so glad you came by. I didn't have anything planned but playing my guitar today, so this is a nice surprise.”
I stepped into the warm house and loved it immediately. Pieces of art hung from every wall in the tiny living room. A staircase led upstairs to where I assumed the bedroom was, and a kitchen was at the far end of the house. It was incredibly compact, but everything was there.
Anne looked perfectly comfortable, wearing a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. “I already have some hot water on the stove, would you like some tea?” she asked, being the perfect host.
“I would love some,” I answered. She smiled and turned on a heel, going into the kitchen and getting out another mug. I kept looking around, admiring all the knick knacks. Anne looked young, certainly older than me at 18 years old, but I figured no older than twenty-two or twenty-three. Yet it looked like years of traveling had taken her to every corner of the globe. Maybe she just acquired these pieces off eBay or something. I had the feeling that wasn't the case, though.
I stood admiring one piece for a minute when she came up behind me with a mug. I smiled and took it from her. “You like this one?” she asked. I nodded. “I got it when I was in Haiti a couple years ago doing disaster relief.”
I was impressed. I took a sip of tea. It was unlike anything I had ever tasted before. It was sweet, but with a hint of something I couldn't put my finger on. “What's in this?” I asked.
She looked concerned. “You don't like it?”
“I didn't say that, it's just different is all.”
She smiled. “I'm afraid I developed a taste for it when I went to Amsterdam. I used to spend like half my paycheck importing it in before I toned down my habit.”
I hadn't realized it was so expensive. “Oh, I didn't mean-”
“Oh don't say that
I shouldn't have. Your brother bought me this box of tea anyway.”
I laughed. “He does seem to try to keep you employees happy. So why don't you like him?”
She laughed back at me. “Are you kidding me? He's a riot. He's one of the only people I know who doesn't tiptoe around my sexuality. Even bigots feel the need to disguise their true feelings around me, but not James.”
I took another sip. “And what are James' true feelings about your sexuality?”
Anne shrugged. “They don't seem to matter to him at all. I hear he's very LGBT friendly. At least one of his lead programmers is a gay guy, and it doesn't bother James at all. Also,” she said with a conspiratorial nudge. “I've seen him out on a date with a couple of bisexual girls on more than one occasion.”
My stomach dropped a little without even thinking. A threesome was one of the things that he had mentioned in the shower with me. It had been said as if it was a joke, but then again, Nicole had been calling him Daddy over the Internet. Maybe he really did reveal all his fantasies to me.
“Gross,” I said without thinking. Anne gave me a weird look, as if I had just said something bigoted myself. “Oh, nothing against those bisexual girls, but that's my brother you're talking about.”
Anne looked relieved. “I swear you have a little Bi-rannosaurus just waiting to come out.”
I shrugged. The conversation didn't make me uncomfortable at all, even though I knew Anne had a thing for me. “I'd love to have a threesome someday, but I'd like to be in a committed relationship first. Then it's just a matter of finding the right girl.”
Anne lifted her mug in the air. “I'll cheers to that,” she said, sounding a little sad.
I turned and gave her a little bit of a wry smile. “Hey, how are you single, by the way? A girl as cool and as well-traveled as you should have girls lined up to hang out with you?”