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?”

her mother and unlatched the door. But rather than showing him inside, she

had seen better days. The thin material left little to the imagination and he could make out her lovely nipples through

tiny shorts she’d on weren’t helping. Her legs seemed to go on forever and even her baby bump was glorious

so sorry

her head to the side, causing her honey blonde curls to wrap around one of her breasts and

Brand. I apologize for

Mandy’s cheeks. “What can I do for you?”

couldn’t tear his eyes away from this beautiful woman that was apologizing for things that she’d no control over. A wave of protectiveness washed through him. He couldn’t let her stay here, not for another night,

away,” he stumbled over the words. “I

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

convince you

squeaked and covered her breasts, noticing how see-through her pajamas were in the

course, I just need a few minutes

in?” Elliot surprised himself with the request. But he didn’t want

Mandy hedged knowing that this man had no idea how they really lived.

boxes,” Elliot added with

was holding, “All right, Mr. Brand. But just a warning, we weren’t

that the moment the revolver was pointed through the crack in the door.”

was mortified, “I truly am

placed a long finger against her bow lips.

“I’m glad that you’ve had

from his, “Yes, well, something like that. Please

the way her mother

However, the bedroom that she led

“Where are the boxes that you can use?”

beat-up liquor boxes. Elliot smiled at her, “What can I

Please just have a

offer him. He looked huge sitting on

one of the drawers of the dresser, Elliot stopped

in a box if