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

better days. The thin material left little

His 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 and even her baby bump was glorious

so sorry for bothering

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

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

can I do for you?”

control over. A wave

your services right away,” he stumbled over the

frowned, “My phone is dead, I’m sorry! My sister had an emergency at her shop, and I stayed late to help. I just got home a

Elliot nodded, “Can I convince

and looked down at herself. She squeaked and covered her breasts, noticing

a few

Elliot surprised himself with the request.

Mandy hedged knowing that this man had no idea

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

out the breath she was holding, “All right, Mr. Brand. But

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

was mortified, “I truly am very sorry.”

He held up a hand and placed a

whispered, “I’m glad that you’ve had someone to protect you.”

eyes skirted away from his, “Yes, well, something like that. Please

ignore the way her mother was yelling at the television. She showed Elliot

the bedroom that she led him too

“Where are the

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

just have

looked huge sitting on the edge of her tiny twin

she opened one of the drawers of the dresser, Elliot

these items in a box