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?”

unlatched the door. But rather than showing him inside, she went out onto the porch.

had on a tank that had seen better days. The thin material left little to the imagination and he could make out her lovely nipples through the material.

But the tiny shorts she’d on weren’t helping. Her legs seemed to go on forever and even her baby bump was

“I’m so sorry for

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

Brand. I apologize for my mother,

cheeks. “What can I do for you?”

over. A wave of

right away,” he stumbled

My sister had an emergency at her shop, and I

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

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

“Of course, I just need a few minutes to pack.”

“Can I come in?” Elliot surprised himself with the request. But he didn’t want to lose sight of her.

had no idea how they really lived.

“I will need to carry the boxes,”

Mr. Brand. But just a warning, we weren’t expecting

I realized that the moment the revolver was pointed through the crack

“I truly am very sorry.”

hand and placed a long finger

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

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

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

bedroom that she

the

walked out of the room and returned with three beat-up liquor boxes. Elliot smiled at her, “What can I help you with?”

much. Please just have a seat on my bed.”

she’d a chair to offer him. He looked huge sitting on the edge of her tiny twin bed.

one of the drawers of the dresser, Elliot

these items in a box