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?”

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

material left little to the imagination and he could make out her lovely nipples through the material.

weren’t helping. Her

so sorry for bothering

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

apologize for my

cheeks. “What can

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

that I will need your services right away,” he stumbled over the

sister had an emergency at her shop, and I stayed late to help. I just got home a few minutes ago and plugged it

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

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

I just need a few minutes to pack.”

Elliot surprised himself with the request. But he didn’t

hedged knowing that this man had no idea how they really

“I will need to carry the boxes,”

holding, “All right, Mr. Brand. But just

moment the

was mortified, “I truly am very sorry.”

placed a long finger

whispered, “I’m glad that you’ve had someone

his, “Yes, well, something

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 television. She showed

smelled of rot and was damp. However, the bedroom that

gruff, “Where are the boxes

returned with three beat-up liquor boxes. Elliot smiled at her, “What

have much. Please just have a seat on

offer him. He looked huge sitting on the edge

drawers of the

these items in a box if you want.”