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?”

and unlatched the door. But rather than showing

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

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

“I’m so sorry for bothering

to wrap around one of her

no reason to be sorry, Mr. Brand. I apologize for my mother, she probably thought

Mandy’s cheeks. “What can

A wave of protectiveness washed

right away,” he stumbled

shop, and I stayed late to help. I just got home a few minutes ago and plugged it in.”

“Can I convince

at herself. She squeaked and covered her breasts, noticing how

need a few minutes to pack.”

the request. But

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

need to carry the boxes,” Elliot added

Mr. Brand. But

eyebrow, “I think I realized that the moment the revolver was pointed through the crack

mortified, “I truly am very

held up a hand and placed a long finger against her bow lips.

whispered, “I’m glad that you’ve had

Mandy’s eyes skirted away from his, “Yes, well, something like

She opened the door and a wave of second-hand smoke hit them both. Mandy tried to ignore the way her mother was yelling at the television.

The basement smelled of rot and was damp. However, the bedroom that she led

are the boxes

room and returned with three beat-up liquor boxes. Elliot smiled at her, “What can

much. Please just

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

As she opened one of the drawers of the dresser, Elliot stopped her.

“I can put these items in a box