Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

Clammy rays of light shine through the glassy window of Mr Gordon’s room. He walk gently to the window and part the curtain sideways. There, he stands in front of the mammoth window of his room, gazing at the compound from up there.

A light sigh escape his red plump heart shape mouth and he moves his hands to his waist. Caressing the side of his waist with his thumb through the plain black shirt he’s putting on.

Then, Melanie walks into the room, closing the door behind her.

She trace her steps to his back and stop right behind him, exhaling through her mouth before speaking up.

“You ask me to meet you here, sir… Alfred.” She says to him as soon as she finds the right way to announce her presence.

“Mel…” He turns, facing her with his mouth watering face, his eyes flicker under the damp ray.

There is a dribble of sweat on his forehead.

“Do you think I’m pushing things too far?” He asks. There’s a worried frown on his face. Worrying that he might endanger her life, by sending her to have dinner with his uncle-like a father.

“Why are you worrying?” Melanie asks, closing the gap between them, then place her hand on his shoulder.

“How’s Archie?” Mr Gordon asks, drawing away from the intense conversation.

“Why would you divert the question?” Melanie raises her eyebrows and gently rubs her thumb on his shoulder.

“It’s not necessarily. Nobody knows you from the organisation so you should be safe. Besides, I won’t make the same mistake again, I’ll protect you with everything.” He assures her. Smiling brightly as he withdraws his hand from his waist and places it in Melanie’s grip on his shoulder.

“Are you saying there’s a danger ahead of me?” Melanie’s eyes glisten with worry.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Just my thoughts.” he grins for a moment before his face turns dark.

“But the organisations are not people you could predict.” he kneads the back of his head.

Mr Gordon sit on the cold floor then pulls Melanie to sit beside him on the floor.

He crosses his hands on his chest, exhaling deeply.

“Which should I worry about, is it your family, or the organisation?” Melanie asks curiously.

“The problem with the Gordons is not something you could understand, that’s one thing.” he crackles, resting his back on the wall.

“But the organization is another thing… Another problem on its own.” He rolls his eyes.

“The organisation is filled with greedy people. Believe me, when I say I’m too good for them, they’re jealous of me.” he beams, clamping his mouth together.

Melanie glares hard at him “C’mon is it that hard to say? Why cracking a job with the questions?” She groans audibly beside him.

Mr Gordon keeps mute at first, he stares at her fleetingly then takes his gaze off her.

“Things are messed up…” Mr Gordon paused briefly “You see, I disowned my family fourteen years ago.” He chuckles, wiping the dribbles off his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Can you please be serious with this?” Melanie groans tiredly.

She just wants to know what the problem is with his family, but this man right here can never be serious. Or he doesn’t want to be serious with it.

Melanie sighs and stands up from the floor, rubbing her butt as she speaks.

“I’m going to prepare for tomorrow.” She uttered with a sudden anger.

“Don’t dig into the organisation, it won’t do you any good.” He stands up, stretching his figure tiredly.

“Don’t worry about my uncle and cousins. Mia can be infuriating and my uncle can be a little bit crusty.” He says, tapping Melanie on her shoulder before walking towards the couch.

“Who’s your uncle?” Melanie asks trailing behind him.

“The man you’re having dinner with. But, don’t address him as my uncle, he didn’t like it wh the people refer to him as my uncle.” he warns, falling over the couch.

“Understood!” Mr nods, sitting on the single sofa across from him.

“What about your father?” she asks, pressing her fingers on the backrest of the seat.

“I do not have one,” he replied shortly, picking a book on the centre table.

“What about your mother?” Melanie couldn’t stop herself from asking.

Don’t blame her, she’s a little bit curious. If she’s going to act like his fiancee she needs to know everything about him.

“She’s no more.” He lets out, tearing a page from the book in his hand, making a ball out of it.

Melanie mouthed an ‘oh’ before nodding her head like she just confirmed her doubt.

“Dead?” she widened her cute amber eyes.

“Yes, both died.” he shrugged his shoulders rolling the ball paper in his palm.

“How did they die?” She asks, adjusting on her seat for more information.

He stands up from his seat, heading to her side, he sit on the edge of the single sofa she’s sitting on then says,

“Based on what I heard, they died in a road accident when they were coming from the organisation gathering…” he huffed, cursing the darn organisation under his breath.

“I was three years old then and little Mia wasn’t born then. I usually spent my weekend at my uncle’s place. The little me grew fond of my uncle and his wife, then, that I couldn’t wait for the weekend before reminding my parents of my usual break from home. That day, I was at my uncle’s place as usual, and both my uncle and his wife had gone to the organisation party along with my parents. They were already drunk by the time the party was over, so my parents didn’t take any driver along. They drove themselves there and they decided to stay in the lodge till the next morning but got a call from my uncle’s nanny that I’d caught my allergies. My parents…”

“Do you have allergies?” Melanie asks with a creased brows, cutting him off from the story he’s telling.

“Yes, I’m allergic to carrots then, but not anymore.” Mr Gordon sighs, playing with the paper ball in his hands.

“What did you mean by not anymore?” Melanie says, paying more attention to him.

“I started eating carrots when I heard that my parents died in a car accident because of my stupid allergy. They couldn’t just stay when they knew of my allergies, they were speeding to the hospital that I was admitted to just so they could be with me. They ran into a careless truck motorist, and since they were drunk they couldn’t do much. The vehicles collided and none of them survived.” Mr Gordon says sadly, shaking his head like he doesn’t want to think of the painful incident.

“So, what happened after…”

Mr Gordon shoves the paper ball into her mouth, preventing her from asking any other questions.

His palm is placed on her mouth, preventing her from spitting it out.

“Hmm. Ahhh… Just…. i…” Melanie tries to speak but it only comes out mumbling.

“Shhhh, don’t talk. Stop asking questions, you curious cat.” Mr Gordon laughs, pressing his palm on her mouth.

Just then the door flung open, followed by a murmuring voice of Archie.

“Dad, do you know where… Oops, never mind.” He chuckles, rushing out of the room.

“Shit!” Mr Gordon cursed, releasing his palm from Melanie’s mouth.

“Darn you! What’s that for?” Melanie yells, she removes the paper from her mouth and throws it at him.

Mr Gordon ducks it and the paper ball lands on the floor.

“You wouldn’t stop asking questions, c’mon you’re not a parrot. You fucking talk too much.” He rolls his eyes.

“Don’t you dare complain. I’m doing this for you.” Melanie cries out, pointing her index finger at him.

“Me? C’mon you’re asking those hard questions to please your father in law.” He smirks weirdly at her.

“I don’t fucking have any father in law. We’re not fucking fucking dating. I’m just helping your flat ass.” She groans, her chest rises and falls in obvious irritation.

“Thanks for the information but I’m not the one you should be saying that to. You know that right?” He yawns, covering his mouth with his palms.

“You’re so annoying.” Melanie kisses her teeth. Scowling at him.

“You are welcome.” He chuckles.

“You’re no different though,” he mumbles under his breath but of course, Melanie could hear him.

“What did you just say?” she arcs her eyebrows, standing from the sofa letting Mr Gordon fall on the seat.

“Whatever you heard, that’s what I said” He clamped his mouth after saying that.

Melanie heaves a sigh, she’s tired of the annoying man in front of her, and anyone can tell by the look on her face.

“You know what? Fuck you?” She spat angrily walking towards the door.

“You don’t mean that right?” he asks, standing up from his seat.

“Mean what?” Melanie hissed, turning around to face him.

“About the fuck. You know I’m hot, that’ll mean you’re taking advantage of me if you do that.” He pouted his reddish lips at her.

“Ahh!” Melanie slaps her forehead in annoyance.

“What should I do with you?” she groans, rubbing her forehead in vexation.

“Anything you want, baby.” Mr Gordon winks at her, Melanie nods her head in confirmation.

“It’s true that Archie takes nothing after you. He’s only stubborn, but you are a fucking pervert.” she kisses her teeth and Mr Gordon grin at what she said.

“We’re going to the store later, please get ready.” He says amidst his laughter.

“Go alone, I don’t care.” she makes use of the exit, slamming the door shut behind her.

Even as she’s out of his room, she could still hear his weird laughter in her head.

“Fucking bastard!” She smiles as she walks to her room.

She opens the door and closes the door behind her.

“Welcome Auntie.”

“Not again!” Melanie cries out, rushing out of her room.