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

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

shorts she’d on weren’t helping. Her legs seemed to

so sorry for

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

reason to be sorry, Mr. Brand. I apologize for my mother, she probably thought you were the landlord.”

“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 night, another hour, or

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

emergency at her shop, and I stayed late to help.

convince you to come tonight?”

blinked and looked down at herself. She squeaked and covered her breasts, noticing how see-through her

a few minutes

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

hedged knowing that this man had no

the boxes,” Elliot added

out the breath she was holding, “All right, Mr. Brand. But just

moment the revolver was pointed through the crack in the

truly am

placed a long

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

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

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 Elliot to the back stairs and then descended.

bedroom that she led him too was clean even if terribly small.

are the boxes that

of the room and returned with three beat-up

blushed, “I don’t have much. Please just have a seat on my bed.”

a chair to offer him. He looked huge sitting on

the drawers of

can put these items in a box if you