The Alpha Billionaire's Unexpected Baby: A Billionaire BWWM Pregnancy Romance

by Joanna Jacobs

  "Oh fuck!" Ryan said as he watched his sister lick his cum from her hand. "We forgot to use protection!" His eyes were wild.

  Shaniqua just smiled and said, "No worries big brother. I'm looking out for us both. I got on the pill after the other day."

  Ryan gave a sigh of relief. The two returned to the reception hall and slipped back in unnoticed.

  Before the night was over, they promised each other to keep their taboo affair secret, and they vowed to continue loving each other.

  Copyright 2015 by Joanna Jacobs - All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced without permission from the publisher.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are features of the author's imagination and not to be assumed as always real. Any resemblance to actual events, organizations, or persons, is fully coincidental.

  My Billionaire Stepbrother’s Lust

  By Joanna Jacobs

  Chapter One

  The sun appeared in the apartment window long after Emily rose for the day. Her schedule had become clockwork since she’d moved into the small studio apartment and finished unpacking her last box.

  Emily awoke five minutes before her alarm clock every morning, promptly around five o’clock. She had never been one to sleep until the alarm went off. It was a mystery she’d long ago accepted as truth in life. She managed to stay in bed until the alarm blared out loud and used the time to stretch and rub the sleep from her eyes.

  She took a shower, brushed her teeth, dressed, and applied makeup in less than an hour while a pot of coffee, set the night before with an automated timer, brewed in the kitchen. She heard the timer on the coffee pot sound just as she finished looking at herself in the mirror.

  Yes, she was presentable, as always. For the past two years, her work attire had consisted of the same three kinds of outfits. The first, as she wore now consisted of a plain solid-colored blouse with a black pencil skirt. Black went with nearly everything after all. If she didn’t wear the skirt, she wore a pair of dark dress slacks. She wasn’t a huge fan of the slacks, but it was easier to move around in when she was in a hurry. The third outfit was a simple dress meant for business.

  She wore a blue blouse that matched her eyes with a pair of black slacks. Her eye shadow was light gray, giving her eyes that smoky look that seemed to be popular these days. Her lips were neutral, coated with a thin layer of gloss over top her lip balm, which kept them moist. She didn’t like a lot of makeup most days. Enough foundation and blush to hide her blemishes and give her face some color, enough eye shadow and eyeliner to make her eyes pop and that was it.

  Applying makeup only took a matter of minutes these days. She was used to the pattern. It was her hair that always caused her trouble. It was long, falling between her shoulder blades and always seemed to be in the way. Today, she’d left it down, using her curling iron to fluff up the ends of it with a light and bouncing curl. She clipped up the bangs on one side with a bobby pin, so that it wouldn’t fall into her eyes. Part of her wanted to cut it, but she didn’t dream of it. Her mother would kill her if she did.

  From the nightstand, her phone rang. She sighed, recognizing the sound of the ringtone. She didn’t need to see who it was. She had that tone programmed to only one person, the same person who called every morning around the same time it seemed: her mother.

  For a moment, she debated letting voicemail pick it up, but she knew that it wouldn’t be a good idea, so she left her bathroom, flicking off the light as she did so and went to her nightstand. She answered when it was on its last ring with a slight hesitation as she considered the possibility of lettering it go to voicemail. Not even a consideration with her mother. With anyone else, maybe, but her mother? No.

  If she did, her mother would just leave a message about how no one loved her, no one showed any affection for her, she did so much and no one praised her for it. It was something Emily didn’t want to hear that early in the morning. Her mother had always been an attention hog, over-dramatizing the simplest events, but some days were worse than others, and Emily didn’t want to deal with any at the moment.

  “Hello.” She tried to keep her voice chipper, but knew she didn’t succeed. She winced, sucking in a harsh breath.

  “Hi, honey. I didn’t wake you, did I?” It was the same way her mother always started their phone conversations, even though she knew Emily would be up.

  “No, Mom. I’m up. Just getting ready for work.” She slipped on her heels, bending over while leaning against the nightstand, the phone cradled against her ear, so that she could slip on her favorite heels.

  Her mother continued the conversation, as if it was a surprise to hear that Emily should be heading to work. There was a hint of annoyance in her voice as well, as if it personally offended her that Emily should not have the time to talk to her. “Oh, good. I’ll try to keep this quick then.”

  If there was anything her mother didn’t do, it was keep conversations quick. She had a habit of asking how everyone and their mother was doing, and then proceeded to describe how everyone on her end and their mother was doing. It was the same endless cycle she did every day, which was fine because it allowed Emily to cradle her phone once more as she walked to the kitchen to fix some coffee and a bagel. She pulled a thermos from the cabinet, poured in a little bit of milk and filled it the rest of the way with coffee, adding two sugars before she stirred it all together.

  She listened to her mother ramble for several minutes, sipping her coffee before she spread low-fat butter over her two bagel halves and sank her teeth into one, starving now.

  “Mom, I thought you were going to keep this quick?” she said as she wiped a drop of melted butter from the corner of her mouth and sucked it off her finger.

  “Oh! You have work today, don’t you?” her mother asked, as if she had completely forgotten her daughter had a life. She probably had. It wouldn’t have Emily a bit actually. Her mother was just daft enough to think the world revolved around her.

  “Yes, Mom,” she replied. “How are you doing?”

  “I’m good. I’m good, honey. I miss your father, but then again, I always miss your father. Sam’s a great man, don’t get me wrong, but he’s not your father.”

  Emily sighed. She didn’t care if Sam was her father or not. Sam was the man her mother chose to marry after her father’s death, and he was a good man. He provided for her mother and tolerated her, something Emily could appreciate to an extreme. It meant she only dealt with phone calls like the one she was getting now when he was out of town, which was often, but she did have some reprieve, which was a small happiness.

  “Yes, Mom. I know.” It was better to agree and move on rather than bring up the fact that her father had been dead nearly fifteen years and her mother had been married to Sam ten. It would either go in one ear and out the other or she would assume Emily was making fun of her and become offended. There were some battles she did not even attempt. They were better left alone.

  “Oh, sweetie. I really do wish you’d find yourself a man.” Of course she did. Then she could gossip like an old biddy about him and his mother. Emily was rather grateful she didn’t have a man in her life for that reason alone. She didn’t know if that was something she could handle hearing from her mother every day.

  “Are you seeing anyone dear?” her mother asked.

  “No, Mom,” she said. Her patience was wearing thin. She’d finished her bagel and drank half her coffee. She went to the pot and re-filled her thermos, adding just a little more sugar to it and stirring it as she listened to her mother explain why she thought every young woman needed a man in her life.

  According to her mother’s logic, women shouldn’t work if they were with a man. They’re job was to cook for their husband and clean the house. It was how she’d raised Emily. It was how she felt Emily should raise her own children—should she ever get married and have children.

  “Do you want to be alone forever?” her mother asked. Her tone was sh
arper now, and Emily swore under her breath. She must have missed something her mother said and she’d taken offense. It really wasn’t hard to get under her mother’s skin when it came to such things.

  Despite the fact that her mother couldn’t see the action, Emily shook her head. “No, Mom.”

  “Good. Then I expect you to be here next Saturday. Not this Saturday, but next. Sam’s cooking on the grill and we’ve invited a few friends. I’m sure a handsome young man or two will show up as well.”

  Emily could imagine her mother trying to wink at her. Despite her nature to be contrary and melodramatic, her mother liked to pretend she was as cool as her daughter, if Emily had still been in high school. Now it just seemed awkward and embarrassing, which meant it wasn’t much different than it had been in high school.

  That was a family event Emily would have rather avoided, but she knew that her mother meant business. The woman was determined to see her daughter matched with someone she saw fit to marry her.

  Another sigh escaped her mouth, and she did not miss how much she repeated the action. Her mother had that effect on her. Talking to her could be exhausting sometimes. “Fine,” she agreed. “I’ll be there.”

  “Great!” There was no mistaking the good humor in her mother’s voice. With the acceptance to a single event, Emily knew she’d just given her mother the reins in her love life. At least, in her mother’s eyes, she had. Emily knew that there would be more than a couple eligible men at the party now, all for the sake of her daughter and wishing she’d marry and quit working so she’d have more time to talk to her mother.

  You wish, she thought. “Mom, I really have to go, or I’ll be late for work.”

  “Alright then, honey. We’ll see you next Saturday!” Her mother’s voice was too chipper, and Emily groaned after she’d hung up the phone. She didn’t have time to dawdle though. She grabbed her keys, her thermos, and her purse before she walked out the door and headed to work. She’d handle her mother later. She repeated her earlier sentiments in her mind. You wish.

  Chapter Two

  The drive to work was long, not because the distance was so great, but because traffic was so bad. At any other time of the day, dismissing seven o’clock, the traffic would be gone and the drive would have taken less than twenty minutes. Thanks to everyone needing to be at work as well as constipation on the roadways. Emily’s drive took closer to thirty. That was one of the reasons she liked to leave home early. She was prepared for such calamities as this.

  By the time she reached the office and parked, her coffee was gone. That was fine with her. She could get a new cup of coffee in the employee break room. It wouldn’t be as good as her homebrewed coffee, but it would have to do.

  She locked her car and headed inside, taking the elevator up to the third floor of the building. She’d worked at Price Inc. for the past two years, starting as an assistant and working her way up the chain to where she was now. She was still an assistant, but she’d become an assistant to higher managers, which was just as she wanted. It allowed her to see how they did their jobs and learn from them.

  Price Inc. was one of the biggest stock companies in the state, and it was getting more and more attention every year. Currently, Emily worked in marketing. Her department handled all of the company’s advertising needs and requests. Her boss, although hard-working and kind, depended on his team for ideas as he wasn’t too creative.

  That was where Emily happened. She was good at gathering the ideas of others and making them a visual reality so that her boss, Peter, could take the department’s ideas and pitch them to the head of the company, Justin Price.

  In the whole two years she had worked there, Emily had yet to see Justin, but that was fine with her. The longer she went without seeing him, the better off she was. It was why she worked so hard. She didn’t want anyone who knew her or Justin to try to connect them to one another, for she knew him quite well, even if he couldn’t remember who she was.

  She put thoughts of Justin out of her mind as she stepped into Peter’s office and saw all the notes scattered on his desk. Gathering them in her hands, she sorted them and ordered them from best to worst idea before placing them in a neat stack on his desk once more.

  Peter was not in yet. That allowed her to walk to the break room and fix herself a cup of coffee. With only a moment’s hesitation, she made a cup for Peter as well, placing it on his desk before she returned to her own just outside his door and turned on her computer.

  “Morning, Emily,” Peter grumbled as he stumbled past her.

  “Good morning, sir,” she replied as she browsed through her company, looking for anything pertaining to their department. “There’s coffee on your desk, and I’ve sorted the pitch ideas. You should find them to your liking.”

  He nodded without saying a word. She knew he wasn’t a morning person and seeing his bleary-eyed expression, she was glad she’d made him coffee as well. Maybe it would help him wake up. It did wonders for her after all.

  Peter and his morning grogginess was gone from her thoughts moments later as she started answering the phone calls that came through. Some she answered herself, fielding questions and inquiries that she could respond to. Others she patched through to Peter for his expertise. All day long, she scheduled and re-scheduled meetings he had with various departments as well as outside businesses.

  About mid-morning, Peter stepped out of his office for a short break. He had his empty coffee cup in his hand, which he raised to salute Emily.

  “Thanks, Emily, you’re a life-saver.”

  She smiled at him. Peter was quite handsome for being nearly fifty years old. His dark eyes crinkled at the corners as he returned her smile for one of his own. His blond hair, pale in color and undistinguishable from the gray and white already starting to take it over, parted at the center of his head and fell about his face in tight curls. He had a kind-hearted nature, incapable of seeing evil in anyone, which was why he was incapable of deciding on ad campaigns, Emily noticed. He didn’t have the heart to turn any of the jobs away that came his direction, which was why she always stepped in to help when her power allowed it.

  Peter was more concerned with his family than his job. She couldn’t blame him a bit in that regard. Being a family man, he only worked here to meet the financial needs of his family. Emily knew he’d rather be at home with his wife and his two children. He spoke of little else even now.

  “Did I tell you that Ryan set the kitchen on fire?” he asked her. There was little concern on his face as he gazed over her. Rather, there was the hint of amusement in his eyes.

  She shook her head, her hand covering her mouth as if to restrain the gasp she admitted. “No, sir. What happened?”

  Ryan was Peter’s oldest at seven years old, and always finding a way into some mischief. The fact that the boy had set a fire did not surprise Emily but rather his father’s amusement at such.

  “Is he okay?” she asked.

  Peter nodded. “He is. Scared himself though. He was helping Susan make lunch—they’d decided on mac and cheese—and he left the box on the stovetop.” He chuckled at that, his larger belly jiggling with mirth at the idea. “Ryan screamed with fright upon seeing it light up, but Susan was calm about it. She just sprayed it down with the spigot from the sink and it was out.”

  That was a relief and in a comedic way as well. She could almost picture the scene, Susan spraying the burning box without looking at it, as if such occurrences happened every day. It was a funny thing to think about. No wonder Peter saw it with such amusement.

  “And how is Bridget doing?” Emily asked, referring to Peter’s daughter, two years younger than her brother.

  “Quite well. She starts kindergarten this year, you know.”

  Emily shook her head. She hadn’t known despite her knowing Peter and his family quite well. She’d had the pleasure of meeting Susan on several occasions and the children on a couple. They were a loving family that she envied in a way. Part of her want
ed the kind of life they had, but that was her mother’s dream for her. It was a dream that wasn’t going to happen.

  One had to have a man in order to have children and a family.

  That’s not quite true, she reminded herself. She’d recently watched a movie where a woman wanted a baby but wasn’t dating anyone, so she hired a woman to be her surrogate mother. It was a funny movie, full of romance and laughter, but it had alluded to another kind of family that didn’t consist of the traditional marriage followed by children.

  You’re still young, Emily Forrester, she told herself. There’s still time for a husband and children if you want. Or even just children if you never find a husband.

  Besides, if she got married and had a family now, all her hard work would have been for naught. There was no way she’d give up the chance she was aiming for, the promotion she was climbing toward, just to have a family. Some might, but Emily wasn’t some, and she had other plans. So far, those plans were working in her favor. She was climbing up the social ladder at work after all.

  Granted it wasn’t as fast as she would have liked, nor were some of the positions she took to her liking, but she was getting there, climbing higher and higher within the company and showing everyone how much she was worth. It would all be worth it.

  Peter broke her from her musings when he raised his mug and asked, “Do you need a refill as well? If you’re still the coffee junkie I remember, you might.”

  There was one thing Emily had learned early in life—never turn down coffee. She didn’t now. She held up her cup and said, “Only if you’re heading that direction now. If not, I can get some later.” She downed the last of hers with one swallow and passed him the cup when he reached for it.

  “I’ll be right back,” Peter said as the phone on her desk began to ring. He gave her a wink. “You get that, and I’ll bring you back the liquor of the gods.”