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

tank that had seen better days. The thin material left little to the imagination and he could

weren’t helping. Her legs seemed to

“I’m so sorry for bothering you.”

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

be sorry, Mr. Brand. I apologize for my mother, she probably thought you were the

Heat filled Mandy’s cheeks. “What can I do

control over. A wave of

away,” he stumbled over the words. “I tried to text you.”

“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 few minutes ago

convince you to come tonight?”

blinked and looked down at herself. She squeaked and covered her breasts, noticing how see-through her pajamas were in the porch light.

a few minutes

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

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

to carry the boxes,” Elliot added with a

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

the moment the revolver was pointed

was mortified, “I truly am

hand and placed a long finger against her bow lips.

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

“Yes, well, something like

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

rot and was damp. However, the bedroom that she led him too was

Elliot’s voice was gruff, “Where are the boxes

room and returned with three beat-up liquor boxes.

Please just

looked huge sitting on the edge of her tiny twin bed.

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

items in a box if you