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?”

her mother and unlatched the door. But rather than

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

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

“Fuck,” he breathed, “I’m so sorry

causing her honey blonde curls to wrap around one of

Mr. Brand. I apologize for my

can I

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, not for

away,” he stumbled over the words. “I tried to text

an emergency at her shop, and I stayed late

“Can I convince you

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

I just need a few minutes

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

hedged knowing that this man had no idea how they really

the boxes,” Elliot added with a smile.

Mr. Brand. But just a warning, we

eyebrow, “I think I realized that the moment the

“I truly am very sorry.”

a long finger

glad that

eyes skirted away from his, “Yes, well,

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

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

voice was gruff, “Where are the

swallowed and walked out of the room and returned with three beat-up liquor

much. Please just

looked huge

of the drawers of the dresser, Elliot

can put these items in a box