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Baby Steps
Yeah, Babe two
Fiona Davenport
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Tabular array of Contents
Title Folio
Copyright Page
Baby Steps
Chapter i
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Affiliate 4
Chapter 5
Chapter six
Chapter 7
Chapter eight
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
Babe, Don't Go
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Baby Steps
Yeah, Baby ii
Guy Rule #2: No sleeping with your step-sister
Lucas St. James is accepted to women wanting something from him. They tend to encounter his skilful looks and fatty bank account merely never the homo underneath. After a passionate weekend with Jade Jones, he assumes she'southward no dissimilar and cuts her loose. But he's in for the daze of his life when he sees her again at his dad's lawyer's office.
Jade swore she'd never follow her mom's communication about it being as easy to love a rich human being as a poor ane. Although she has the blonde bombshell looks to concenter a sugar daddy, she's not the gold digger Lucas accused her of being. Her mom might have lured his dad into marriage earlier their untimely decease, but Jade is focused on making information technology on her own.
Now they're permanently connected past their parent's marriage, the terms of his dad'south will—and the fact that Jade is carrying her step-brother'southward babe.
Alarm: This novella contains a sexy alpha, insta-honey, and an "oops" babe! It'southward quick, hot, and dingy.
**This is the second novella in the Aye, Baby series, just each story can be read every bit a standalone and features a unlike couple.
The pregnancy might be accidental, but their honey is not.
Chapter one
Jade
"I'thou sure your step-brother will be hither soon."
"Step-brother?" I repeated dumbly, having no clue what the heck the lawyer was talking about. When I got the call yesterday, I thought the asking to come to Mr. Wilkinson's office to discuss my mom's death was odd. She had died iv weeks agone and I wasn't expecting to inherit anything from her since she didn't take much to pass downward to me except maybe some debts. Although, when I attempted to take care of them, they'd been mysteriously paid off. Then, when I'd entered their posh offices and been ushered in to run into one of the named partners without waiting, I'd wondered if they'd mistaken me for someone else. At present, the mention of a mystery step-brother cinched information technology. I knew for sure something weird was going on here. "There must be a fault. I don't have a step-brother."
He rifled through a stack of papers on his desk and pulled one out. "Your mom was Diamond Jones, correct?"
I cringed at his use of her full first name. She hated it and preferred to be called Di, which was odd when yous thought virtually it since she named me later a gem too. What kind of person who hated being named after a precious jewel turned around and named their only child after one? Information technology fabricated no sense to me. And then once more, I never claimed to sympathize anything about my mom. She and I had always been polar opposites. "Yeah."
He stretched his arm across the desk and handed the paper to me. I glanced down and the words "Spousal relationship Certificate" jumped out at me. My mom was listed equally the bride, and information technology was dated for the day before the car crash which took her life four weeks ago. "My mom got married?"
Sympathy shone from the lawyer'southward optics. "Theirs was a cyclone courtship. I'k sure she was going to hash out information technology with you when she and Jonathan returned from their honeymoon. He was a very individual man, and there were public relations problems to work out before they went public with the marriage."
My mom married a guy who had to take public relations issues into consideration? One whose fancy lawyer referred to him by his starting time proper name? Oh, Mama. You finally landed the golden goose you'd always dreamed of, only to dice the next twenty-four hours. If that wasn't irony biting you in the ass, I didn't know what was.
"When I was contacted about her death, the police force mentioned there was a homo in the car with her at the time. Was it Jonathan? Did he survive the crash?"
"I'yard sorry to say he lingered in the hospital for a week earlier passing away," he explained. "Unfortunately, someone dropped the ball and neglected to contact you lot sooner so we could assistance with the arrangements for her funeral and make sure you were taken care of during this time of crunch."
"Thank you," I whispered. "But I accept everything under control. My mom has already been cached. I spoke with her landlord and the rent on her apartment was already paid upwards for last calendar month and this one as well. I have a little time earlier I need to clear it out which was a godsend since I have a evidence to prepare for and not a lot of costless fourth dimension right at present."
"I don't recollect you'll notice many personal effects at the apartment. I believe most of her things had already been moved into Jonathan's estate," he explained. "If you demand additional time, I'm sure we can brand arrangements to have the remainder of her items packed up and moved for you."
"That'southward kind of you to offer, but I guess I don't really understand what I'g doing here."
"My assistant should have explained when she called yesterday." He sent an irritated glance towards his door, as though she could see him. "You lot've been named in Jonathan's volition."
"Why would he even practise that when we'd never met? I mean, I didn't even know he existed," I mumbled the terminal part, cringing a footling at blurting it out like that. "When would he have had time to add me to his will?"
"Jonathan was a homo who knew how to get things done quickly." I held back an inappropriate giggle while thinking about how fast my mom had to have moved to become him to ally her then swiftly. Apparently spritzing men'south cologne in a high-end department store finally paid off. "And considering the size of his estate, he didn't want to go out anything to take a chance once your mom was a office of his life."
I couldn't help but think of all the men who'd paraded through my mom'southward world while I was growing up. As dissimilar every bit nosotros were and despite the distance between united states of america, I loved her dearly. It was securely saddening to know she'd finally met a human being who apparently treasured her the style she'd always wanted, only to dice shortly subsequently.
I stood, intending to stride away for a moment to gain control of my emotions before I concluded upward sobbing in front of a stranger. My breadbasket had another form of embarrassment in listen instead. The breakfast burrito I'd gobbled downwards this morning crept back up my throat. My gaze darted around the room, frantically searching for a place where I could vomit. "I think I'one thousand going to exist sick," I mumbled past the hand I'd slapped over my oral fissure.
The lawyer rolled his chair back and started to pull a trash tin out from under his desk. I didn't take enough time to look for him and scampered around to his side, falling to my knees and thanking my lucky stars when my puke hitting the lesser of the trash can. A couple minutes later, in one case my stomach was empty, I realized I'd trapped Mr. Wilkinson in his chair considering the wall was correct behind him. Grabbing the handkerchief he was holding out for me and lifting it to swipe at my lips, I felt my cheeks heat as I rose to my feet once again.
"What the hell are you doing hither, Jade?" The question was growled from behind me in a raspy voice with which I was intimately familiar. I swiveled on my heel and came face-to-confront with Lucas St. James. In his three-piece suit, with his dark hair perfectly styled and chocolate chocolate-brown optics glaring daggers at me, he looked nothing like the man who'd left me tousled and naked in a hotel room bed six weeks ago. "And why the fuck were you giving my dad'south lawyer a blow job under his desk?"
I felt the little blood which was left in my face after my puke-fest bleed. I wasn't sure if it was because Lucas had only said "dad" which meant he was nigh likely the step-blood brother in question or if it was the blow job insult.
Mr. Wilkinson jumped to his feet and threw his hands upwards in protest. "She was doing no such affair, Lucas. You should be ashamed of yourself for even suggesting something so untoward of this sweetness young woman."
Lucas's gaze dropped to my lips, his eyes heating. If I had to hazard a guess, I'd bet that he was remembering me on my knees, doing exactly what he'd just defendant me of. But to him, not the lawyer. "I've done a hell of a lot more than suggest it."
Yep, that's exactly what he'd been doing. My cheeks heated in embarrassment every bit the lawyer looked at us questioningly. Lucas had spoken depression enough that he couldn't hear what he'd said, but there was no mistaking the tension between the 2 of usa.
"Please, why don't the both of you accept a seat then we can go over the details of Jonathan'south will?"
I circled his desk and dropped back downwardly into the chair I'd been seated in before. Lucas moved frontwards, coming to stand to the side of the desk instead of taking the other seat. My gaze slid up his body, enjoying the sight of his long legs and lean torso, before coming to rest on his face. His attention was directed abroad from me, and I took advantage of the moment to savor the masculine beauty of his face up. My fingers itched with the want to paint him, to finally do justice to the portrait I'd started over once again at least a dozen times when I should have been focused on the paintings for my outset show.
Our weekend together was supposed to take just been a fling, but I'd speedily get fascinated by Lucas to the bespeak of distraction. If I hadn't been then wrapped upwards in meeting a looming deadline for my evidence while also dealing with my mom's death, I probably would have tried to discover him weeks ago to convince him that I hadn't known who he was and to run across if this obsession was a two-way street.
"Why in the world would she need to be here to discuss the terms of my dad'south volition?" Lucas'south question held a healthy dose of suspicion.
"Because the woman Jonathan married the day earlier the car crash was her mom, and he made arrangements for Jade to be taken intendance of in the example of both their deaths."
"She'southward the gold digger's daughter?" His eyes raked me up and down, icing over. "Yeah, that makes sense."
There went the two-way street idea. Evidently, he didn't share my feelings and wasn't interested in more than than what we already had together. It stung, but information technology was ameliorate to know now instead of later. I probably shouldn't have found the irony of my mom'due south situation the least bit amusing because at present karma came back to seize with teeth me in the donkey every bit I stared gape-mouthed at Lucas. Not merely was he the human being with whom I'd had a weekend fling, but he was as well responsible for the most probable explanation for my persistent nausea for these past few days. Crapballs, it looked like I really shouldn't accept put off taking a pregnancy test and hunting him down if it was positive.
Chapter two
Lucas
In that location was a part of me that was devastated to discover out Jade was the daughter of that ditzy, conniving, gilt digger who'd bewitched my dad with her ... avails, to gain admission to his assets. I'd hoped my suspicions about Jade were a production of my paranoia and I hated that they'd been confirmed by this latest development.
That role withal wanted to lick, bite, and suck on every inch of her pare, particularly her tits every bit they spilled out of my hands. Information technology begged to sink deep inside her, make her scream my proper noun. Fuck her until we were both too exhausted to go on. So find a picayune more than free energy and fuck her again.
The other part of me was fucking pissed. Were they in it together? Was this some kind of mother-daughter con? My begetter and I had e'er been shut. He was my hero, everything I wanted to exist, strong, logical, and a brilliant businessman. I followed in his footsteps, wanting to make him proud. So, when he started dating Diamond, a stripper proper noun if I ever heard one, I was shocked that he would let himself be controlled past his other head, instead of the one above his shoulders. I did my best to convince him that she was only after his money, but he wouldn't be swayed.
"Dad, you need to use your logic and go on solid ground. Then you'll run across that she is simply afterwards your money," I whisper-yelled, witting of the fact that we were in public, having lunch at a four-star restaurant.
He laughed and shook his caput, as though I'd said something ridiculous. What the fuck was and so crazy most wanting him to come across through the blonde bimbo he'd proposed to the day before?
"You may be correct, Lucas. I don't recall you are, but it's possible. All the same, whatever her reasons were in the beginning, I promise you they've changed. When you go to be my age"—I rolled my eyes, he was sixty but with the trunk and energy of a man at least ten years his junior— "you become tired of existence lonely and if you find a cute adult female who makes you laugh and experience loved, one that is amazing in bed"—I cringed—"y'all practise your all-time to woo her. And son, trust me, I know how to get and proceed a adult female. Looking back, I'm the one who pursued her."
I scoffed, "What'south keeping her from running off when she gets her greedy hands on your money?" I narrowed my eyes, scrutinizing his reactions to my questions. "Allow me judge, she offered to sign a prenup but the selfless gesture was enough to convince yous to marry her without one?"
Dad'due south brown eyes, ones that looked exactly like mine, lit with a sliver of irritation. If I didn't know him, hadn't seen all sides of him as his son, I would take completely missed information technology. He could kick anyone's ass at poker and it'south 1 of the things that made him and so successful.
"As a affair of fact, she did offer to sign a prenup—"
I cutting him off with a bitter laugh. "Of course she did."
He leaned in, looking at me with disapproval, and I withered within, hating that wait because it meant I'd disappointed him.
"Are y'all implying that I'1000 suddenly stupid, going senile in my old age?" he clipped.
Yeah, definitely feeling like a kid existence scolded for talking back.
He continued without a response from me, "I asked her to sign a prenup and she agreed."
I felt my optics widen. I was shocked.
"And after, I promptly tore it up."
Non then shocked.
"She was completely understanding about it, not the to the lowest degree bit insulted either."
Aaaaand, opinion of the gold digger restored.
I glanced at Jade in my peripheral, struck once again by her beauty and angry at myself for noticing. When y'all have money, it's piece of cake to become jaded (pun intended) and assume every woman is either after your fortune or what yous can practice for them in bed, until they prove otherwise.
I wasn't exactly sure which category Jade fell into, just like all other women, she'd gone after me because she wanted something.
I'd gotten lucky in the concrete department, inheriting my begetter's six foot ii acme and naturally muscular trunk. With the exception of the colour, my center
I was a figurer nerd through and through, but I was able to counter balance it by playing high schoolhouse football and excelling in art history. Girls dug a guy with brains and brawn.
At sixteen, my father defenseless me hacking into...well, places that would get me thrown in prison for the rest of my life. Instead of punishing me, he put me to work in his company. School was beyond easy for someone with my IQ, but I never said anything because I wanted to stay in the same grade and school every bit my friends. I thought I was getting away with it, until he informed me that he knew, just wanted me to brand my own decisions.
I stayed in high school, but I started taking higher classes and with the credits from working at our solar energy company, I graduated with a masters in Electrical Engineering and one in Computer Engineering past the time I was 20. Viii years afterward, I'd worked my manner up to executive. My father owned the company and I was to exist his successor. However, nosotros still had a board of directors who held forty-seven per centum of the vote.
They were older than me, set in their ways, which frustrated me to no end because we were supposed to be developing cutting border solar engineering science. But, it wasn't the production, it was our epitome they were more than concerned virtually. They were conservative, and the clients they brought to the table were the aforementioned. They expected your home life to reflect your business organization.
I'd brought up to Dad the fact that Diamond would in no manner exist adequate to the lath and clients nosotros catered to at that moment. He shrugged and told me they'd get over information technology. That we could overrule their decisions anyhow. While true, he seemed to be ignoring the fact that if any of those guys left, they would take their golf buddies, our clients, with them and I hadn't had enough time to bring in sufficient new business concern to withstand the loss.
I vowed to never make his same mistakes. And yet, in that location I was, my moment of weakness staring me in the face, with stake peel and a sickened await on her face up. I wondered for half a second if she had faked our whole weekend. It was a ridiculous notion, nobody was that good an actress, and I was very well aware of my skills in the bedroom.
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