Free A Baby for My Billionaire Stepbrother 4 by Cassandra Zara Page A

lot more time in. Only James didn't feel that way. After spending a passionate night together, he told me that I had to go back to New York. Even though I was in tears when I left, I was already starting to forget him, but then he barged into my dorm room...
    In Part 3, James barged into my room, intent on fucking me right there. However, my roommate Nicole was in there, getting ready for a night out on the town. I wasn't sure that I wanted him back, and I definitely didn't want to appear desperate, so I foolishly invited him to go out with us. Nicole wasted no time zeroing in on him, making it very clear that she was his if he wanted her. Over bottle service at a swanky club, I had to watch as he put his hands all over her on the dance floor. I tried to leave, but James stopped me. He let me know that he traveled here for me, and that he wanted another chance. I gave him that chance, and he showed his true animalistic nature. He said that, due to his company, we couldn't be seen together in public, but that he was mine as long as we were discrete. I knew that I wanted more for my baby, but I was prepared to accept the compromise for now. That is, until my best friend Tessa called me to give me some important news...

Chapter One
    I stared at my own phone, unsure if I should just call Tessa back immediately on my cell phone. She'd probably never know, unless her work had caller ID and she had my cell phone memorized. However, I had heard the warning, the fear in her voice.
    “He's probably monitoring your communication. He wouldn't stop at your phone, he'd probably spy on your computer as well,” she had said.
    The thought was borderline silly. If it had been anyone other than James, I would have thought that she was being paranoid. However, it was James. Even if he wasn't an expert at communications technology, he was a billionaire, and had access to all the resources that that entailed. It would probably be trivial for him to hire a private investigator to keep me under tabs.
    Why would he do that, though? That question was kind of unimportant, though. I already had some evidence that he was monitoring the communications we sent in some way.
    “You weren't answering your phone or reading your emails,” he had said. He specifically mentioned that I hadn't read the emails, when he could have just said that I wasn't answering my phone or emails. At the time I had blown it off as fairly harmless, and had also figured that it was the worst that he was doing. I wasn't so sure now.
    I slipped on some flip flops and grabbed my room key. Sometimes I would just leave the door open when I left if Nicole was there, but she was out partying or something tonight. I was glad that she hadn't heard me mention James' name on the phone. Ever since their night dancing, I had been more and more worried that Nicole had been keeping in contact with him. If James ever came back to New York, I'd have to make sure that she didn't get anywhere near him.
    The front room of the dorm was a common area with a ping pong table, some tables and chairs, and a TV. It was the only area of the dorm where boys were allowed without an escort, which made James barging into my room two weeks ago that much more baffling.
    I looked around for a pay phone. This building was built more than thirty years ago, and should have had some sort of public land line. I didn't see any, though.
    I walked up to the receptionist. “Hi there,” I said.
    The bored-looking resident assistant barely looked up from her homework. They were all required to put in rotations at the front desk in exchange for free room and board, but none of them seemed to enjoy the job all that much. I didn't really blame them, they either had to be the bad guy to a lot of people or get fired from their job. “Can I help you?”
    “Do you know where a pay phone is?” I asked.
    You would have thought that I asked where the nearest cobbler was. “A pay phone?” she asked in a tone that told me that