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?”

the door. But rather than showing him inside, she

had on a tank that had seen better days. The thin material left little

the tiny shorts she’d on weren’t helping.

breathed, “I’m so sorry for bothering you.”

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

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

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

no control over. A wave of protectiveness washed through him. He couldn’t let her stay here, not for another

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

her shop, and I stayed late to help. I just got home a few

convince you to come

her breasts, noticing how see-through her pajamas were in

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

surprised himself with the request. But he

hedged knowing that this man had

will need to carry the boxes,” Elliot

let out the breath she was holding, “All right, Mr. Brand. But just a warning, we weren’t expecting company.”

dark eyebrow, “I think I realized that the moment the revolver was pointed through the crack in the door.”

mortified, “I truly am very sorry.”

He held up a hand and placed a

whispered, “I’m glad that you’ve had someone to protect you.”

Mandy’s eyes skirted away from his, “Yes, well,

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

However, the bedroom that she led him too was clean even

Elliot’s voice was gruff, “Where are the boxes that you can

three beat-up

She blushed, “I don’t have much. Please just

him. He looked huge sitting

drawers of

items in a box if you