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.”

to her. He was well within her personal space, and she could feel the heat from his large body. He was rugged and handsome, fierce, and independent, and she knew that this was a man that got what

getting late. Eat something and get a good night’s rest. We

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

Mr. Brand pocketed the phone, and Mandy

do you think you’re doing?” she protested.

leaving in the middle of the night.”

against my will,” Mandy was beginning

explicitly loyal, and if I must place Robert outside of your door all night

Mandy scowled, “How dare you presume to know what is best for my child and me?”

of electricity from that innocent encounter that had her remembering that night from so long

slabs of marble. Mandy blinked, trying to get the

eyes from lack 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 you’re swaying on your feet. I will not allow you to leave like this, Amanda. If I must

“Why are you doing this?” Mandy whispered.

didn’t want to talk

just say that I owe it to someone.”

there that Mandy hadn’t heard before. He loved the individual he was speaking about with

slipped out and hung between them.

said softly, “You’re not.”

like it

she isn’t with us anymore, and you’re.”

look back. But the look in his eyes, the intent promise that he would do

if on cue, her stomach grumbled

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

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

heat, “Please, don’t worry about it.”

lips lifted, “No, I behaved poorly, and I’m

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

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