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. He was well within her personal space, and she could feel the heat from his large

hungry, and it is getting late. Eat something and get a good night’s

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

Brand pocketed the phone, and Mandy gasped.

think you’re doing?”

want you leaving in the middle of the night.”

keep me here against my will,” Mandy was beginning to get angry, and her tears dried immediately.

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

what is best for

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

been like hard slabs of marble. Mandy

of sleep. I know that you were living 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

this?” Mandy

Elliot clenched his jaw. He didn’t want to talk about

that I owe it to someone.”

his voice, there was something there that Mandy hadn’t heard before. He loved the individual he was speaking about with all his heart. She could see the

not that person,” the words slipped out and hung between them.

said softly, “You’re not.”

it had sustained a

us

look in his eyes, the intent promise that he would do exactly as he said kept her still. Mandy didn’t feel threatened any more, she felt oddly tired and

on cue, her stomach grumbled loudly.

face,

the doorway, “I have brought a tray, Ms. Johnson. And I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier.”

“Please,

“No, I

walked over to Mrs. H taking the tray of soup and sandwiches. He walked over to the little bistro table in the living

and sat in the chair, “Thank you, Mrs.