My Stepbrother's Secret Baby: A Billionaire Stepbrother Romance by Addison Albaugh
Authors: Addison Albaugh
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over and we can discuss my questions at dinner tonight. At your place.”
I clutched the papers to my chest and walked out of his office, heading back to my new place in his penthouse.
According to the documents, we had three months to conceive. I would carry the baby and after that, we would share 50/50 custody. I would be given a generous monthly stipend to care for the child as well as a place to live in his building. The child would split their time between us and we would share holidays.
All sexual obligations were to cease upon confirmation of conception. There were no romantic obligations at any point. Seven appearances were required at different stages in the pregnancy as well as a faux engagement announcement.
He’s really going all out, I thought as I read the papers. He’s got it all planned out.
I pressed my pen against the dotted line and signed my future away.
***
“Dinner smells amazing,” I said as I sat at Trenton’s dining room table that night. He poured himself a drink and took a seat. “Long day?”
“You have no idea,” he said, taking a swig and quietly swallowing. “Not every day can be a million dollar day.”
I rolled my eyes. “I read the contract.”
“Oh, yeah?” he said, expression perking up. “Any questions?”
“Not really questions,” I said. “More just stipulations.”
“Okay,” he said, intrigued. “Go ahead.”
“You need to be transparent with me at all times,” I said. “I know we’re not dating, but I want to know that I’m getting the real you – all of you – at all times.”
“Easy enough,” he said rather smugly.
“I want to know if you go out on a date, if you sleep with anyone else,” I said. “Those types of things.”
He scrunched his face and smiled. “Okay. I can do that.”
“If I become pregnant,” I said, continuing, “me and the baby take full precedence over every single thing going on in your life, including but not limited to work, social engagements, and dates.”
“Of course,” he said. “That’s not even a question.”
Satisfied, I pulled the paper out from under my chair and slapped it on the table.
“We have a deal,” I said. “All of me. All of you. One year.”
“But hopefully eighteen years.” He stood up to grab the contract, folded it, and shoved it in his pocket as the chef brought out our next course. “Let’s eat, shall we?”
TWELVE
TRENTON
“Are you comfortable starting tonight?” I asked her as she downed the last of her wine. “I’m ready when you are.”
When I looked across the table, for the first time in years, I didn’t see a piece of ass. I didn’t see a disposable fuck buddy. I didn’t see my ex kid sister. I didn’t even see Tierney. I saw the mother of my child. The woman who was giving me a gift so beautiful, I knew I had to treat her like gold. Even though she was being compensated, having a child of my own and on my terms, was priceless to me.
She licked her lips and sucked in a deep breath. “I – I don’t even know if I’m ovulating. Don’t you want to be sure before we …?”
I shook my head. “That takes all the fun out of it. I want this to be enjoyable. Don’t you?”
She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat and locking her gorgeous brown eyes into mine.
“Just because we’re trying to have a baby doesn’t mean I don’t want this to feel good for you,” I said. “It doesn’t mean we have sex a couple times a month and then ignore each other.”
“It doesn’t?”
“I want us to form a bond. A friendship. We’re having a kid together for crying out loud,” I said. “We need to get to know each other. I can’t think of a better place to start than in the bedroom …”
I strolled over to where she stood by the window behind the dining room table and slid off her cardigan
I clutched the papers to my chest and walked out of his office, heading back to my new place in his penthouse.
According to the documents, we had three months to conceive. I would carry the baby and after that, we would share 50/50 custody. I would be given a generous monthly stipend to care for the child as well as a place to live in his building. The child would split their time between us and we would share holidays.
All sexual obligations were to cease upon confirmation of conception. There were no romantic obligations at any point. Seven appearances were required at different stages in the pregnancy as well as a faux engagement announcement.
He’s really going all out, I thought as I read the papers. He’s got it all planned out.
I pressed my pen against the dotted line and signed my future away.
***
“Dinner smells amazing,” I said as I sat at Trenton’s dining room table that night. He poured himself a drink and took a seat. “Long day?”
“You have no idea,” he said, taking a swig and quietly swallowing. “Not every day can be a million dollar day.”
I rolled my eyes. “I read the contract.”
“Oh, yeah?” he said, expression perking up. “Any questions?”
“Not really questions,” I said. “More just stipulations.”
“Okay,” he said, intrigued. “Go ahead.”
“You need to be transparent with me at all times,” I said. “I know we’re not dating, but I want to know that I’m getting the real you – all of you – at all times.”
“Easy enough,” he said rather smugly.
“I want to know if you go out on a date, if you sleep with anyone else,” I said. “Those types of things.”
He scrunched his face and smiled. “Okay. I can do that.”
“If I become pregnant,” I said, continuing, “me and the baby take full precedence over every single thing going on in your life, including but not limited to work, social engagements, and dates.”
“Of course,” he said. “That’s not even a question.”
Satisfied, I pulled the paper out from under my chair and slapped it on the table.
“We have a deal,” I said. “All of me. All of you. One year.”
“But hopefully eighteen years.” He stood up to grab the contract, folded it, and shoved it in his pocket as the chef brought out our next course. “Let’s eat, shall we?”
TWELVE
TRENTON
“Are you comfortable starting tonight?” I asked her as she downed the last of her wine. “I’m ready when you are.”
When I looked across the table, for the first time in years, I didn’t see a piece of ass. I didn’t see a disposable fuck buddy. I didn’t see my ex kid sister. I didn’t even see Tierney. I saw the mother of my child. The woman who was giving me a gift so beautiful, I knew I had to treat her like gold. Even though she was being compensated, having a child of my own and on my terms, was priceless to me.
She licked her lips and sucked in a deep breath. “I – I don’t even know if I’m ovulating. Don’t you want to be sure before we …?”
I shook my head. “That takes all the fun out of it. I want this to be enjoyable. Don’t you?”
She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat and locking her gorgeous brown eyes into mine.
“Just because we’re trying to have a baby doesn’t mean I don’t want this to feel good for you,” I said. “It doesn’t mean we have sex a couple times a month and then ignore each other.”
“It doesn’t?”
“I want us to form a bond. A friendship. We’re having a kid together for crying out loud,” I said. “We need to get to know each other. I can’t think of a better place to start than in the bedroom …”
I strolled over to where she stood by the window behind the dining room table and slid off her cardigan
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