by Vivien Vale
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Table of Contents
The Good Twin’s Baby
Also By Crimson Vixens
Dedication
Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Baby Bargain
Hard Luck
Hard Sell
Caught On Tape
Taste
Painting Her
Double Feature
Now or Never
Author's Note
The Good Twin’s Baby
A Billionaire Baby Contract Romance
By Vivien Vale
Copyright 2018 by Crimson Vixens
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work intended for adults only.
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Also By Crimson Vixens
Vivien Vale
Mountain Man Baby Daddy
Hard Pressed
Hard Bargain
Hard & Fast
Hard Luck
Big Package
Daphne Dawn
3 Men Of The House
Baby Bargain
Double Dealing
Double Feature
Double Stuffed
Triple Pleasure
Second Chance Baby Daddy
Wanted
Triple Taught
Natalie Knight
Taste
Painting Her
Caught On Tape
4 Men of the House
The Other Brother
Dedication
To Kim
Description
You think you want my brother
Think that I’m just bad
But baby, you have no idea
Just how good bad can be...
I’m hard for her the moment she walks in my life.
She needs a baby, I need a wife.
But I'm not the only one after her
My slimeball twin brother has her in his sight.
He’s going to use her and hurt her
Not this time. Not without a fight.
I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her.
Wrap my arms around her and make her mine.
Anyone want to get in my fucking way?
I’ll fuck you up. I swear you’ll rue the day.
I may be bad. But I’m the good twin in this.
And I’ll take her and show her in every way.
Till the day she’s got little twins of mine growing inside.
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Vivien Vale
Chapter 1
Carter
It’s not every day I walk into the boardroom of Abraham Fertility Inc. to find my twin brother fucking a redhead on the board table.
But it’s not exactly the first time it’s happened, either.
“Morning,” I say, nonchalant as ever.
“Morning,” Lawrence says back to me. He gives me a little wave that ends with a smack on his latest hook-up’s ass.
“Mmmmm. Give it to me, Daddy!” the redhead moans.
I put my coffee down in front of my seat at the table—just to the right of dear old Dad’s. Lawrence’s seat is to Dad’s left, and I wouldn’t touch it if I were wearing a hazmat suit.
He’s got the redhead in his favorite position: kneeling on the chair so he can take her from behind. The long talons of her hot pink nails bite into the leather, and the force of Lawrence’s thrusts makes my coffee slosh back and forth in the cup.
“H-hey…” the redhead asks as the only picture on the wall of the board room catches her eye. “Who’s that hottie?”
Her eyes shift to meet mine, and I see her turn pale beneath my gaze.
“Our mother,” I inform her. “Maybe you’d best just focus on taking cock, sweetheart.”
“Want to join?” Lawrence asks me, swiveling the redhead around to face me.
Like most things in life, money, fast cars, and attractive women come easy to me. I don’t really need to share women with my twin to get blown, but I have to admit, it saves me a lot of fucking time. The few minutes I need to pick a hot woman up in a bar could always be used doing real work instead.
Quickly, I do some mental arithmetic. The way I see it, Dad and the stuffy board will be here in less than four minutes. I don’t really have any interest in fucking her—she’s in danger of getting pregnant just by being in proximity of my dick—but it’s enough time for this redhead to suck my cock and have it packed away with time to spare.
It’s a risk, but only a small one. Dad is punctual, but rarely is he early. And since he’s arriving with the entire board of directors, the odds are significantly reduced.
Without another word, I position myself in front of the redhead. She’s wearing bright red lipstick. Upon close examination, she’s not the type of girl I would normally fuck, but hell, she’s here, and she looks like she’d be down for it.
“Says she’s a model,” Lawrence teases with a shit-eating grin.
“Yeah, come on baby,” the redhead urges me. She’s licking her lips already.
Slowly, I undo my zipper. My massive cock is stirring to life and about to burst
forth in all its glory when several things happen at once.
First, the redhead leans forward, her lips open in anticipation at finally tasting a real man’s cock.
I can see her tongue dart out, as if trying to catch a taste of the delicacy about to present itself to her—the way you reach for a massive ice cream cone because you’re busting to get a taste before it melts. I take a step toward the waiting mouth, ready to fulfill this girl’s dream.
And then second: there’s a noise at the door.
It’s a cough—not the congested kind, but the sharp, curt cough of someone with deep pockets, feeling smug about how morally offended they’re about to get.
Before I can really appreciate what’s happening, the darn girl topples off her chair and lands with a loud thud. She ends up sprawled out unflatteringly on the royal blue carpet at my and my brother’s feet.
Lawrence’s cock is now dangling in the free air in front of him. It looks disappointed.
My own cock has gone limp.
Slowly, I turn toward the door. It’s one of the most human traits there is, the need to look at a disaster as it unfolds. It’s why we slow down at accidents to make sure we don’t miss anything, and why we only shut up and pay attention to the news if they’re reporting on a tragedy.
And when my gaze is directed toward the door, my blood runs cold.
It’s the look in his eyes that’s the worst. Icy, cold eyes pierce my chiseled pectoral and stab me right in the heart.
He’s still got it, even after all these years. The way he looks first at Lawrence and then at me instantly transports me to the age of five. I’m in trouble for some minor misdemeanor, like coming in five minutes late from my playtime outside.
“Morning, Dad,” Lawrence says to him.
Me? Well, since I’ve got my dick out and a slutty redhead at my feet in front of the stodgy old men who I’m going to be answering to by the end of the week, I keep my fucking mouth shut.
“Will you excuse us?” The old man’s voice is a little gravelly as he addresses Abraham Fertility’s board of directors, who are all piled into the doorway behind him, gawking at the scene.
At least he’s sending the members of the board away.
I’m fuming as I shove my cock back into my pants. As I do so, I glance at the portrait of our mother and mumble a silent apology. It pains me to think I was about to disappoint her.
“You, uh, better get out sweetheart,” Lawrence says to the red head.
“We’ll finish this later?”
I see her pleading look and wonder what exactly Lawrence sees in this woman.
“I’ll call you,” my brother says, delivering a little smack to her ass while she gathers her clothes.
By the time our father comes all the way into the room, we’re both in our seats. No one says anything.
The girl grabs her clothes and scampers out. I wonder if the board is hovering out the door, because if they are, they’ll be catching an eyeful of naked flesh. If any one of them suffers a cardiac arrest, then I suppose that’ll confirm it. None of them are that young anymore.
I try not to laugh at the thought.
By now, the bastard is sitting in his deep red leather chair at the head of the board table.
Silence.
The temperature has dropped a few degrees, and I wonder who will speak first. If I were a betting man, which I’m not, my money would be on Lawrence. Lawrence always takes on the old man.
“I would have expected more of my sons,” Abraham Sr. growls, and slams his flat hand onto the table.
My coffee now sloshes up and over the rim of the mug, barely missing my thigh as it slops to the ground at my feet.
I glance at Lawrence. That shit-eating grin hasn’t shifted an inch.
Neither has Dad’s frown. “If you’ve got the need to stick your cocks in anything with two legs and a pussy, then do it anywhere but here in my boardroom.”
Dad’s on a roll. I can tell from his expression. For starters, his eyebrows look like they might sustain an injury, the way they’re performing those gymnastic routines.
That and his eyes are boring into the two of us. This means he has to turn left, right, and left again. He’s doing it with such force it looks like he might snap his neck.
“I can see I’m going to have to make some changes before I retire,” he sighs.
Ah, crap. If I were on the edge of my seat before, then I’m practically up in arms now.
I’ve worked my ass off at this company in preparation for Dad’s retirement. Today’s supposed to be the day of his big announcement.
I’m not pleased to hear about any changes right now.
Red. I see red everywhere. Surely, the old bastard won’t change the rules now.
He wants out of the CEO chair just as badly as I want into it. I thought today was going to be about handing over the reins, because the old man was retiring.
My eyes find Lawrence. I’m furious about this prospect—he just looks annoyed.
“I’m not going to leave the family business to irresponsible pricks like you two. Two guys who can’t think beyond where their next pussy comes from.” He shakes his head.
That doesn’t just piss me off because it’s not true. I mean, it’s been quite some time since I’ve stuck my cock into any pussy—and I’ve got my reasons. No, no, it pisses me off because for as long as I can remember, getting tail is all Dad has cared about.
The fucking hypocrisy boggles my mind.
“This is a family company, boys. And right now? The two of you are not family men.”
I think Dad must be projecting, since he’s got more bastard children than he can count from just as many baby mommas—but he looks dead serious about it.
“So I’m giving you an ultimatum. You both get the next twelve months to find a girl, marry her, and get her pregnant. In fact, the first one to do this will get to run the company. And if neither of you can do this, one of my many other bastard sons can run this joint.”
Thunderclouds pass across Lawrence’s face. The storm is brewing and about to boil over.
“You can’t dictate who we knock up and when.” His voice is dangerously low.
Our father is unimpressed. “Last time I checked, I own the company—and you two are only here because you’re my children. I choose to let you be here. My company, my rules.”
“And where are we supposed to find such a girl?” I ask, not wanting to have open war with the old man.
There’s a tiny smirk in his face. “Ah, don’t worry, that’s under control. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Lawrence and I look at each other warily.
Our father’s surprises rarely ever bode well for us.
What the fuck has our father cooked up this time?
Chapter 2
June
I need to stop staring at these pregnancy tests, but for some reason, I can’t manage to tear my eyes away.
No, I don’t need a pregnancy test or anything. I am so not that kind of girl. My daddy raised me right: First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the—you get the idea.
Unfortunately for me, my fiancé—make that ex-fiancé—wasn’t raised right at all.
And neither was that whore Mary Beth Mayer, for that matter.
What kind of man knocks up the town bicycle three weeks before he’s supposed to marry his high school sweetheart? Kody freakin’ Peterson, that’s who. My daddy didn’t raise me to name-call either, but I don’t have any problem calling a spade a spade.
Kody Peterson is an asshole, plain and simple. He broke my heart, and for a few days after he broke off our engagement, I felt like he had ruined my life.
But in times of trouble, a country gal like me knows that she just has to cowgirl up.
Which is why instead of moping around Wheatfield, Nebraska, I hopped in my little blue pick-up truck and drove all the way here to the Big Apple.
June Johnson, welcome to New York freakin’ City.
/> “Looking for something?” a slimy male voice says over my shoulder.
I nearly jump right out of my skin at the sound.
Really? I scoff out loud.
You’d think at this point, I’d be used to this crap. Guys here are trying to talk to me all the time, and they’re all trying to seem so friendly about it, too.
But I know this city isn’t friendly. None of these dopes are interested in how my day is, and they’re not trying to help me find anything, either.
Not anything I could possibly want, anyway. Although I’m not looking for anything I want as much as I’m looking for something I need.
Not that it’s anyone’s darn business, least of all this creep behind me. Just what kind of store is this, anyway? It’s like some kind of weird convenience mart where everything is priced about ten times higher than it should be.
Yes, I know the city’s supposed to be expensive, but these price tags cannot be for real…
Oh, well, it doesn’t freaking matter now, because this skeevy, overbearing store clerk is breathing down my neck.
That’s another thing about the city—I thought everything was supposed to be nice and anonymous here, but it seems like people get into each other’s business as much as they do back in Nebraska.
And here, they don’t even pretend to be nice about it. This clerk guy—or whatever they call ‘em here—has found a way to sound helpful without sounding helpful at all. The words are there—but his tone sure isn’t.
Good lord, and he sees me looking at the pregnancy tests. Now I’m blushing on top of feeling uncomfortable. Freaking great.
I still feel him standing behind me. He knows exactly what I’m looking at. Now all I want to do is get out of here—but if I just run, it’ll look too suspicious.
I may actually want to come back and shop here one day. Maybe when money isn’t so much of an issue.
And who knows what kind of a reputation I must be getting already.
I’m a city gal now, so it’s time to think fast. I grab the box nearest the pregnancy tests.
Walking to the register, I don’t even look at what I’m holding. As long as it’s not a pregnancy test, I don’t care.
