Secret Baby: Billionaire Stepbrother

by Dance, Candy

  Secret Baby: Billionaire Stepbrother

  By Candy Dance

  This book is a work of fiction. Names characters, places and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

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  Copyright © 2015 by Candy Dance. All rights reserved.

  Written by Candy Dance, xxxcandydance@gmail.com

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  Chapter One

  “Well, Baby Bart, do you want to chance going to see your grandmother?” I muttered, looking at my six month old son with gray eyes exactly like his dad’s and mashed carrots painting his cheeks, chin, and lower lip. Bartie did not like his veggies. He cooed at me, waving his hands trying to get to the baby spoon as I expertly scraped carrot off him like a pro, then tried to get it into his mouth.

  I did the train sound and he opened up with a grin, and I shoved. His eyes widened almost as if he was accusing me of the sneak attack, but then he started munching.

  “See—” I tickled him under his chin. “It is good.”

  Just as I said that half of it spurted out of his mouth and dribbled in globs down his chin. I laughed. Oh my gosh, he was the most precious thing. But the instant I thought that, I got sad.

  His dad would never know his specialness.

  I continued to feed Bart while thinking over my newest dilemma; whether to go home for a visit or not. Back home, no one knew that I’d been pregnant and had a baby. When I’d first found out I was pregnant, and things being what they were, I’d determined I would never see my family again. That I couldn’t, not with the baby ... so I wouldn’t.

  I didn’t even mind giving them up. It was only my mom and stepdad, both of which I wasn’t super close too. Of course the one person in my family it tore my heart out never to be able to see again was my stepbrother Beck. But for my baby, I even tore myself away from him.

  I looked out the window of my house on the gulf of Texas as I multi-tasked giving Bart his after lunch bottle of juice. I wasn’t going to get anymore veggie’s down him so I would resort to liquid fruit. Bart chewed the nipple on the bottle before he started sucking on it.

  His eyes drooped a little ... God, I missed breastfeeding him. I had only managed to do it for six weeks, because I had to go back to work. I still expressed, but it wasn’t the same. Being the single breadwinner for my little family of two meant I had to work full time at my business which staged houses.

  I was glad for the business and the fact that it had moved so well, when I’d had to leave my home town, to hide my pregnancy. But that was before my mom broke up with my stepdad, which now opened up a door for me to maybe step through. It’s not like I thought my mom was going to be a great grandmother ... because I could not picture her that way. She’d never been the kind of mom saying “You have to get married. You have to give me grandbabies.”

  “But a kid deserves a grandmother,” I muttered, playing with my cell phone on top of the kitchen table in my kitchen nook overlooking the gulf.

  Bart would have a great place to play there once he got older, and it’s the reason I’d picked the place. I’d managed to swing a down payment on it from some money my grandmother left me. Now she was someone in my family that would have loved Bart.

  Maybe I was just lonely ... being a single mother was tough all alone, or maybe it was my guilt working. If Bart couldn’t have his father, then he deserved some other extended family.

  For the thousandth time I looked at my baby wondering if anyone could guess who the father was. I didn’t think so unless they were side by side, or I’d never chance it.

  ***

  It was a four day holiday weekend and I was driving like I was crawling back into my home town. Bartie was asleep in the backseat after I had exhausted my entire knowledge of upbeat kids' songs during the six hour drive. I think I was a little hoarse, but I proudly thought my son had actually started humming along during small bits of my car recital.

  My eyes darted like someone was going to pounce on me and my slow moving car and proclaim my worse secret to the entire town. I unclenched my shoulders and shook my head, trying to loosen up. I was being paranoid. The biggest problem facing me was springing a grandbaby on my mom that she had no clue about.

  But my mom was always so busy I would bet she’d spend only a second over it, if that. Still, I really looked over her house as I pulled up to it, checking to make certain it was her car in the driveway.

  She’d told me three months ago that she and my stepdad Murray, had split up over his bad finances. She’d said it like that too; as if they had been single and living together, and it wasn’t their married finances.

  Mom had acted like she had no control over it. But whatever, of the two of them I liked Murray a little better, and his son, well—

  “Don’t think about him,” I muttered, clenching my fingers on the steering wheel as I stop my car out front of my mom’s house. Just looking at that brick ranch house brought back memories I didn’t want to remember.

  We can’t fight it. Maybe if we do it, it will take the crazy forbidden desire away.

  I could still hear Beck’s deep voice saying that as we’d stood alone in the basement’s den of our house, which was now my mom’s house since she and Murray split. But he’d been wrong, because it hadn’t gone away. Not at all for me ... and it still hurt. I looked back at sleeping Bart. It hurt a lot.

  Forcefully, I shrugged off the memories, because I had not come home for that. I’d had to leave that behind, and I wouldn’t admit out loud, even to myself that I still thought about Beck every damn day. But I wasn’t coming home for me; I was coming home for Bart. So I got out of my car and I went to get my baby.

  Two minutes later, my mom screeched out of her opened front door. “A baby! How could you have a baby and I not know!”

  I grimaced, looking around the neighborhood, thinking now they’d all know. But I knew it was a shock, so I told the lie I had planned.

  “Mom, you were having trouble with Murray and I just couldn’t dump more on you.”

  My mom surprised the heck out of me by shooting out the open front doorway to grab the baby from me. She held Bart up in front of her and cooed at him. My mouth fell open. My mom? She jiggled Bartie, and he laughed at her.

  I decided I was on an alien planet, but then my world stalled with a cosmic heartbeat when my mom turned her head toward the inside of the house, and then she shouted, “Murray! You’re not going to believe this, but we have a grandbaby!”

  I think my heartbeat might have stalled for a full second, but my mom was hauling Bart inside, holding him like a pro on her hip, while he tugged on her hair.

  “Murray,” I gasped. “But I thought—”

  “Murray!” mom shouted again, disappearing deeper into the house. “Come look at this!”

  Oh, this was so bad; so, so bad.

  Only one thing could make it worse, and then I heard it—

  “You have a baby, Millie?” My stepbrother Beck’s deep voice came from the living room I was passing by.

  I was very much not a wilting flower. There hadn’t ever been a time in my life where I had even felt faint, but suddenly the hallway started to spin and I couldn’t seem to breathe. I needed everything that was happening too quickly to go away, and I needed to be able t
o time travel backward, to before I drove up to my old house, so I could just drive past and all this would have never happened.

  “Whoa, baby,” Beck uttered.

  His arm was across my back, then my head felt as if I couldn’t hold it up and everything went black.

  ***

  Beck lifted his stepsister up into his arms, feeling that she was much curvier than the last time he had held her. His dark gaze looked down the hallway where his stepmom had disappeared; her and the baby.

  “Is that baby why you have such tits and ass now, baby sister,” he muttered under his breath as her lax face pressed against his upper arm. Out loud he yelled, “I’m taking Millie upstairs, she’s wiped out.”

  Their parents made some affirmative sounds that they’d received the message from somewhere deeper in the house, while Beck started up the stairs. He knew the shock of seeing him at home had probably made Millie faint.

  Then he realized that he was angrier than he’d been in his entire life. And that was saying a lot, because the last night he’d seen Millie he’d felt rage unlike anything he’d felt before. All because she was making it impossible for them to stay together.

  But this eclipsed it. Because seeing her baby meant some other man had fucking touched his sister.

  He was surprised that he wasn’t more upset over her fainting, but he’d known she’d not expected to see him or his dad at their old house. It had to be a huge and stunning surprise to her, obviously. He’d been shocked when he’d come home to visit his stepmom, at her request, and there had been his dad, with the both of them saying they had reconciled.

  Beck looked down at Millie as he laid her on his bed with her blond hair fanning out across the pillow on his bed in his old room. It was impossible she could be any prettier, but she was, and a little bit of his anger receded just looking at her.

  It wasn’t hard to believe another man could desire her, and have moved on her so quickly. As much as he’d tried to forget her, seeing her again was like a punch in the gut. It had made him nearly walk out the back door once he’d realized it was her at the front door. But the news of a baby had stopped him.

  Beck drew his knuckles down her soft cheek. It seemed as if being pregnant had made her even more beautiful, and it soured his gut to acid thinking that some other man had bred her.

  Put a baby in her, when it should have been—

  “Oh,” Millie murmured. Her full lips pursed as he pulled his hand from her cheek. Her long lashes lifted and blinked, then he finally got to see her black eyes, which were one of the sexiest things about her. They drew him in like a black pool, and they always had.

  But he knew he looked fierce as he looked down at her, and their gazes locked.

  “Must have fallen into bed with another guy the next day after we parted ways, little sister.” He’d emphasized “sister” with nasty deepness.

  Millie’s gaze and face twisted in pain, and it touched his rage, but didn’t stop it. “It’s not like that,” she whispered. God her whispers tore at him.

  Harder, please, Beck, harder.

  Beck made a harsh sound and he stood, then he turned and stalked out of the room. If he didn’t get his anger under control he was going to do something he’d regret. When he hit the stairs, he pulled his phone out and he looked at the email he’d gotten about counseling the new owners of the billion dollar company he’d just sold to them.

  Work was how he’d managed to not think about Millie every damn minute of every day. He’d worked so hard and so many damn hours, he could never have believed it would have paid off so well. But he’d made a company that a bigger company and larger player in the field wanted, so they’d made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

  So he decided if fucking work had made him able to live without her the first time, hopefully it would a second time, and help him cool the fury he felt over Millie taking another man to her bed.

  “Fuck her,” he muttered, rounding the corner into the open area that held the kitchen, den, and dining room with his phone held up as he texted some instructions.

  Just as he reached the island, his stepmom whirled around, and planted the chubby baby on his chest.

  “Hold him, Beck,” she ordered.

  Then from further in the kitchen, his dad asked, “Did you tell her, Beck?”

  Beck’s arm curled around the baby as the baby’s fist smacked him in the cheek, and Beck looked down at him.

  “No,” Beck muttered, looking down into gray eyes framed by long eyelashes, and he felt his body tense as surprise inched through him.

  Beck set his phone on the kitchen island and he used his free hand to curl under the baby’s rear-end. Somehow he would have expected to see black eyes. The baby grabbed his chin with sticky fingers, and Beck held him closer so the boy could explore.

  His stepsister’s baby.

  Beck realized he should want to drop the baby like a hot potato back into someone else’s arms. The kid was another man’s baby, but somehow he didn’t feel that way. Maybe it was because it was Millie’s baby. But why the hell had she’d kept such big news from all of them. She’d just disappeared, and of course he’d just dug into his work, which was like disappearing.

  “What’s his name?” Beck asked, as the baby stuck a finger into his mouth, and Beck moved his lips on the tiny digit, making the baby look closer with curiosity.

  “Not sure,” Phyllis said, from across the island.

  “Bart,” Millie said softly, from behind Beck’s shoulder.

  Just the sound of it and its feminine quality made Beck wanted to turn and push her up against the wall to kiss her. He felt soft parts of her as she rounded and pulled the baby from him.

  “Just Bart, not like Bartholomew or anything,” she said, defensively. “Sometimes I call him Bartie though.”

  He felt her slightly shaking as he looked down on her. “You shouldn’t even start that nickname, Mil, you’ll give him a fucking complex.”

  At first she looked uncertain, then she looked accusingly as she swung the kid to her hip, which left a free hand she could raise to slap his upper arm.

  “Don’t cuss in front of him, Beck.”

  The many shades and emotions of Millie, and he loved them all. Beck nearly growled under his breath, amending his thinking: had, as in the past, loved them all. Not so much nowadays.

  Still— “I’ll stop, if you stop torturing his future chances with girls’ by using that nickname.”

  Then his stepsister did the lip bite of her full bottom lip. Just kill him then and there. That little move of hers was how it all fucking started. But she drew him closer with her uncertainty.

  “Are you teasing, Beck, or do you really think—”

  God, he’d missed her, and he couldn’t afford to think that way any longer.

  “Maybe cut it off when he’s older ... three or something.”

  The beginning of her smile did what it always started to do to him, but her mom’s voice butted in. “Who is the father anyway? How old is he?”

  Millie’s beautiful face crumbled, and that’s when Beck saw it in her for the first time; fear. And it wasn’t a small feeling inside her either by the looks of it, but huge.

  “Oh, I think he needs his diaper changed,” Millie exclaimed, and she whirled around and practically ran from the kitchen.

  Beck settled his hip on the edge of the island as he crossed his arms over his chest, watching her fucking amazing and very round ass sway away. Jesus, she’d not had such a fine ass before the kid.

  His stepmom set a bowl of guacamole in front of him, which his dad had been working on.

  “Well, that question lit a fire under her ass,” she said, with lots of speculation in her voice. She nudged his shoulder. “Did she ever tell you about that little bundle? I know you two are super close.”

  If she only knew how close, Beck thought, she’d scream. And now with her and his dad back together, it shot any chances Millie and him might have had.

  “Fuck n
o,” he muttered to his stepmom. Then for crystal clear clarification, he added, “This is the first I have talked to her since before you and dad split up.”

  His stepmom raised an eyebrow. “Okay, hmm. I do like the name Bart, and that little squirt reminds me of somebody. Maybe I will figure it out, because I bet she’ll never tell.”

  “I’m just happy we have a grandbaby,” Murray declared, bringing over the chips.

  Beck had only been there a few hours, but he’d already figured out that his dad was doing penance to his stepmom, so old dad was a “yes” man. And his dad had already hit him up for money.

  “We have to celebrate your buyout, boy,” his dad said, slapping him on the shoulder. “We’ll go to AJ’s Pub tonight and get some champagne or something.”

  Right then Beck moved his thumb secretly on his phone so it would sound as if a text had come in.

  “I have to get this, dad,” he muttered, then he followed Millie’s trail out of the kitchen.

  Chapter Two

  “Here, let me get that,” Beck said, from behind my right shoulder.

  I had Bart on my other hip, while I was struggling with the other hand to pull Bart’s playpen out of the back of my SUV. I knew I should have just gotten in the car and fled, but I was so afraid that might raise more suspicions, so I stayed even though it felt like I was standing in front of a firing squad.

  “I can get it,” I said stubbornly, with some inner need inside me about not having him help me with anything to do with Bart.

  “Yeah you can. But you’re going to let me fucking ... I mean damn well do it,” Beck uttered in his I’m-taking-no-shit voice.

  A voice that always made me quiver in places I shouldn’t. I’d always wondered where Beck had gotten his forceful manliness from, because it wasn’t from Murray. I guessed Beck just had it naturally.

  I supposed Beck knew me well enough to know I was caving, when I said, “Well, thanks for trying not to cuss, but saying ‘damn’ might not be good either.”