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 him inside, she went out onto the porch.

The thin material left little to the imagination and he could make

shorts she’d on weren’t helping. Her legs seemed to go on

so sorry for bothering

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

Brand. I apologize for my mother, she probably thought you were the landlord.”

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

this beautiful woman that was apologizing for things that she’d no control over. A wave of

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

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

“Can I convince you

herself. She squeaked and covered her breasts, noticing how see-through

need a

himself with the request. But he didn’t want

Mandy hedged knowing that this man had no idea how

carry the boxes,” Elliot added with

out the breath she was holding, “All right, Mr. Brand. But just a warning, we

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

mortified, “I truly am

He held up a hand and placed a

be,” he whispered, “I’m glad that you’ve

his, “Yes, well, something like that. Please come in.”

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

basement smelled of rot and was damp. However, the bedroom that she led him too was clean even if terribly small.

are the boxes

returned with three beat-up liquor

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

looked huge sitting on the edge

As she opened one of the drawers of the dresser,

“I can put these items in a box if you want.”