A Baby for My Billionaire Stepbrother 4(2)

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.”

“So, what you're saying is James is the father.” My voice seemed small, even to myself.

“Not only is he the father, but he's paying her to shut her up.” I heard her sigh. “Look, just be careful is all. And definitely bring a condom if you're planning on getting something out of your system.”

My hand strayed to my belly. It was a little late for that, I thought. Still, just because it was possible that James was being a Deadbeat Dad to Audrey's baby didn't mean that he would do that to me, his stepsister.

Did it?





Chapter Two


I almost didn't go.

My plane ticket was already booked, and I had already packed my bag in anticipation, but I felt sick to my stomach.

How could he do that? How could he abandon a pregnant woman and his own unborn child? How could he hold a legal guillotine over her head when she was in this state?

I knew James was an asshole, but not like this. He was the cocky, confident kind of asshole, not the kind that ruins a girl's life and pays to cover it up.

How little did I know about my stepbrother? How much did I really want his child if he did all that?

In the end, I loaded up myFace and looked at a few pictures of him. Not only did I start to get wet just thinking about his hard body on mine, but I wanted to hear it from him before I believed it. I made sure not to tell Nicole where I was going, grabbing a cab while she was still in class.

I went to Boston, determined to get answers.

***

When I landed at Logan International Airport in Boston, I sent James an email.

Where should I meet you?

I received an email back right away.

We go on in two hours. Come by the coffee house now and I can get you setup at my place.

Nothing more than that. His short replies were becoming more and more frustrating. I knew that he was busy, but a little bit of reassurance would be nice. Of course, he didn't know that I was aware of Audrey, or that I needed reassuring at all. That didn't make me feel any better.

As soon as I got outside, I felt the chill of the Boston winter run through me. My denim jacket was still zipped up, but I only had on a halter top underneath it and a pair of tight jeans under that. I figured if I was here to be a band's groupie, I might as well look the part. I flagged down a cab and gave the cabbie the address of the coffee shop.