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.”

his large body. He was rugged and handsome, fierce, and independent, and she knew

something and get a good night’s rest. We can

believe that a good night’s sleep would cure everything. But she’d a feeling that it would only make her want to stay.

the phone, and Mandy

think you’re doing?”

leaving in

Mandy was beginning

one of the richest most powerful men in the city if not the world. My staff is explicitly loyal, and if I must place Robert outside of your door all night long,

dare you presume to know what is best for my child and

electricity from that innocent encounter that had her remembering

slabs of marble. Mandy blinked, trying to get the images

in a home without adequate heat. I know that you need to eat. Despite the roundness of your belly, your arms and legs are terribly thin. There are hollows under your cheekbones, and you’re swaying on your feet. I will not allow you to leave like this, Amanda. If I must sit here all night, I will.”

Mandy whispered. “Why do you care?”

He didn’t want to talk about his mother.

I owe it to someone.”

Mandy hadn’t heard before. He loved the individual he was speaking

that person,” the words slipped out and hung between them.

“No,” he said softly, “You’re

it had sustained a blow.

with us anymore, and

But the look in his eyes, the intent promise that he would do exactly as he said

cue, her stomach grumbled loudly.

a smile crossed Elliot’s face, “I will

spoke from the doorway, “I have brought a tray, Ms. Johnson. And I wanted to

her cheeks heat, “Please, don’t worry about it.”

The older woman’s lips lifted, “No, I behaved

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

Mandy walked over and sat in the chair, “Thank you, Mrs. Herrington. This looks