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?”

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

better days. The thin material left little to the imagination and he could make out her lovely nipples

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

so sorry for bothering you.”

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

have no reason to be sorry, Mr. Brand. I apologize for my mother, she probably thought you were the landlord.”

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

from this beautiful woman that was apologizing for things that she’d no control over. A wave of protectiveness washed through him. He couldn’t let her stay here,

will need your services right away,”

I stayed late to help. I just

nodded, “Can I convince you to come

She squeaked and covered her breasts, noticing how see-through her pajamas were in the porch light.

“Of course, I just need a

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

had no idea how they

to carry the boxes,” Elliot added with a smile.

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

a dark eyebrow, “I think I realized that the moment the revolver

“I truly am very sorry.”

a hand and placed a long finger against

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

his, “Yes, well, something

the door and a wave of 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 terribly small.

“Where are the

beat-up liquor boxes. Elliot smiled at her, “What can I

much. Please just have a seat on

offer him. He looked huge

the drawers of the dresser, Elliot stopped her.

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