Billionaire’s Secret Baby

7:28 PM Elliot Brand: A driver will arrive at nine to assist you with anything you would like to bring to the new apartment.

8:02 PM Elliot Brand: Ms. Johnson, I would like to confirm that you will be available at nine in the morning tomorrow.

8:47 PM Elliot Brand: Is something amiss? Have you decided not to take the job? Might I remind you, Ms. Johnson, that you signed paperwork this afternoon and are already a Brand Employee?

9:13 PM Elliot Brand: If I cannot reach you, I will come and speak to you face to face.

Elliot was fuming by the time he pulled into the rundown neighborhood that could only be described as the slums. Sirens wailed in the night air, far louder than any crickets had hoped to achieve.

The home looked to be held together with chicken wire and clapboard. Crumbling brick littered the front porch along with hundreds of cigarette butts.

Elliot knocked firmly on the door. There was a rustle behind the curtains and then the lights went off.

Did she think she could hide from him? He knocked louder, “We both know that you’re in there, Ms. Johnson.”

The door cracked open and the unmistakable sound of the gun being cocked ripped through his ears.

“Amanda?” Elliot’s hands tightened into fists. How dare she pull a gun on him?

The door opened a little further and he saw a woman in her fifties with a light between her yellowed teeth wearing a dirty housecoat.

“What you want with Mandy? You the fucker that put that baby there?”

Elliot could only stare.

The woman raised the gun to be level with his chest, “Better start talking fancy man.”

“What’s going on out there?” A man’s voice bellowed from somewhere inside. “Can’t a man get some sleep, damn it all to hell!”

“I’m her new employer,” Elliot stumbled over the words just as he heard a rustling behind the woman. He looked up and saw Mandy.

Her eyes were wide with disbelief, “Mr. Brand? What are you doing here?”

rather than showing him inside,

thin material left little to the imagination and he could make out her lovely nipples through the material.

But the tiny shorts she’d on weren’t helping. Her legs seemed to

“Fuck,” he breathed, “I’m so sorry for bothering

her honey blonde curls to wrap around one of her breasts and exposing part of her neck.

no reason to be sorry, Mr. Brand. I apologize for

filled Mandy’s cheeks. “What can I

she’d no control over. A wave of protectiveness washed through him. He couldn’t let her stay here, not for another night, another hour, or another minute.

will need your services right away,”

had an emergency at her shop, and I stayed late to help. I just got home a few minutes ago and plugged it

“Can I convince you to come tonight?”

at herself. She squeaked and covered her breasts, noticing

I just need a few minutes to

surprised himself with the request. But he didn’t want to lose sight of

had no

will need to carry the boxes,” Elliot added with a smile.

she was holding, “All right, Mr. Brand.

“I think I realized that the moment the revolver was pointed through the crack in the door.”

was mortified, “I truly

placed a long finger against her bow lips.

“Don’t be,” he whispered, “I’m glad that

well, something like that. Please come in.”

a wave of second-hand smoke hit them both. Mandy tried to ignore the way her mother was

basement smelled of rot and was damp. However, the bedroom that she led him too was clean even if terribly small.

was gruff, “Where are the boxes

of the room and returned with three beat-up liquor

Please just have a seat on my bed.”

him. He looked huge sitting on the edge of her tiny twin

the drawers of the dresser,

these items in a box if