Billionaire’s Secret Baby

Mandy had made it back to her bedroom and was calling a cab when Elliot found her. His heart was beating erratically, but he steeled his nerves so that she wouldn’t notice.

“Is everything alright?” he said gently.

Mandy turned to face him. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears, and her hands betrayed her.

“I can’t seem to dial,” her voice was choked with emotion. “The damn buttons keep swimming around.”

She was so beautiful standing there so lost and forlorn. He gently approached her and took the phone from her shaking fingers.

“Who would you like to call?” his tone was gentle as if soothing a wild animal.

Mandy swallowed, and a single tear dropped from her impossibly long lashes onto her pale cheek.

“I can’t stay here, Mr. Brand.”

She wanted to tell him that she’d spent her entire life being unwanted. That at her parents at least she knew the score. Here was a whole new element, and she wasn’t strong enough to deal with more hatred and scorn.

The situation with Kim hadn’t helped anything. She was hurting for her sister. Not only had Kim lost her husband, but she was now a soon to be a single mother. Mandy had seven months of experience with the judgments and scorn that came along with that package.

And then there was Elliot. She could hardly look at him without feeling guilty that he was the father of her child, and that he was a good man.

Mandy had convinced herself that the man that night wouldn’t have cared that she’d gotten pregnant. Now, she knew better.

And then there was fear. Mandy had heard what Mrs. Herrington said about her being a ‘gold digger.’ What would happen if they did find out that Elliot was the father? What if they tried to take her baby away?

There were too many questions and not enough reasons to stay.

“Can’t,” he said softly, “Or won’t?”

Mandy felt another teardrop fall and grit her teeth, “I don’t belong in your home. You saw what I came from. Let’s just pretend that we never met. That Dr. Roberts never called you, and that I never came in for that interview.”

her personal space, and she could feel the heat from his large body.

and get a good night’s rest. We can speak more about this

that a good night’s sleep would cure everything. But she’d a feeling

pocketed the phone, and Mandy gasped.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she

don’t want you leaving in the

Mandy was beginning to get angry, and her tears dried immediately.

city if not the world. My staff is explicitly loyal, and if I must place Robert outside of your door all night long, I will do so. It is for your safety and that of the

to know what is best for my child and

chests brushed. Mandy felt a jolt of electricity from that innocent encounter that had her remembering that night from so long ago

hard slabs of marble. Mandy

Despite the roundness of your belly, your arms and legs are terribly thin. There are

doing this?” Mandy whispered. “Why do

He didn’t want to

I owe it

He loved the individual he was speaking about with all his heart. She could see

words slipped out and hung

said softly, “You’re not.”

like it had sustained

us anymore,

eyes, the intent promise that he would do exactly as he said

As if on cue, her

of a smile crossed Elliot’s face, “I will return

Mrs. H spoke from the doorway, “I have brought a tray, Ms. Johnson. And I wanted to apologize for my behavior

her cheeks heat, “Please, don’t worry about

lifted, “No, I

sandwiches. He walked over to the little bistro table in the living area and set the tray down. Pulling out the chair, he

sat in the chair, “Thank you, Mrs. Herrington. This looks