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,

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

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 and womanly.

so sorry for

the side, causing her honey blonde curls to wrap around one

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

Heat filled Mandy’s cheeks. “What can I do for you?”

over. A wave of protectiveness washed through him.

have found that I will need your services right away,” he stumbled over the words. “I tried to text you.”

is dead, I’m sorry! My sister had an emergency at her shop, and I stayed late to

“Can I convince you

her breasts, noticing how see-through

a few minutes to pack.”

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

had

the boxes,” Elliot added with a smile.

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

the moment

mortified, “I truly am very sorry.”

placed a long finger

“I’m glad that you’ve had someone to protect

from his, “Yes, well, something

door and a 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

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

the boxes that you can use?”

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

much. Please just have a seat on

looked huge sitting on the edge of her tiny twin

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

“I can put these items in a