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?”

scooted around her mother and unlatched the door. But rather than showing him inside, she went out onto the

thin material left little to the imagination and he could

weren’t helping. Her legs

so

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

apologize for my mother, she probably thought

can I do for you?”

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, another

right away,” he stumbled over the words.

her shop, and I stayed late to help. I

nodded, “Can I convince you to come tonight?”

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

need a few

with the request. But he didn’t want to lose

Mandy hedged knowing that this man had no idea how they

boxes,” Elliot added with

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

Elliot raised a dark eyebrow, “I think I realized that the moment the revolver was pointed through the

Mandy was mortified, “I truly am very

placed a long finger against her bow lips.

that you’ve had someone to protect you.”

“Yes, well, something like

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

that she led him too was clean even if

Elliot’s voice was gruff, “Where are the boxes that you can use?”

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

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

He looked huge sitting on

the drawers of the dresser, Elliot stopped her.

put these items in