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, she went out onto the

a tank that had seen better days. The thin material left little to

cock was on high alert and tried to look elsewhere. But the tiny shorts she’d on weren’t helping. Her legs seemed to go on forever

“I’m so sorry for bothering you.”

curls to wrap around one

I apologize for my mother, she

cheeks. “What can I do

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

your services right away,” he stumbled over the words. “I

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

convince

herself. She squeaked and covered her

course, I just need a few minutes to pack.”

come in?” Elliot surprised himself with the request.

man had no idea how they really

boxes,” Elliot added with a

breath she was holding, “All right, Mr. Brand. But just a warning, we weren’t expecting company.”

moment the revolver was

“I truly am very

a long finger against her bow lips.

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

his, “Yes, well, something

wave of second-hand smoke hit them both. Mandy tried to ignore the way her mother was yelling at the television. She showed Elliot to the back stairs and then

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

“Where are the boxes that you can use?”

with three beat-up liquor boxes. Elliot smiled at her, “What can I help you with?”

blushed, “I don’t have much. Please just have

wished that she’d a chair to offer him. He looked huge sitting

the drawers of the dresser, Elliot stopped her.

items in a box if you