Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

“Hmm, that,” Mr Gordon drops his glass and stands up from the stool. “Before I could tell you what I intend to say to you, you will have to follow me somewhere.” He smiles and stretches out his palm to her.

Tapping on the wine glass in front of her, to glaring at the drawing in front of her, Melanie shakes her head slowly and wonders what is actually inside the drawing.

“Hey,” Melanie chuckles, she nervously stands up from the stool and slowly slides her palm into his waiting palm. “Let go.” she smiled back at him, before grabbing the drawing from the counter.

Mr Gordon tightens his grip on her palm as he leads her up to the stairs, he looks down at their intertwined fingers and a smug smile creeps up his charming face.

“Where are we going anyways?” Melanie asks, feeling nervous all of a sudden as she trails quietly behind him.

“You will get to know if you see it.” He says shortly. “And you will love it,” he assured her with a bright smile on his face.

Melanie arches her brows when Mr Gordon walks her towards a hallway she never thought is on the second floor. She keeps peeping at her back as she walks, she can’t afford to miss her way when going back.

“Is the place we are going some…”

“Can you please take a deep breath?!” Mr Gordon giggles as he rubs his thumb on the back of her palm.

“Okay,” she mumbles, then tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

They stop walking when they get to the front of an in-restraint room. Mr Gordon clears his throat before unlocking the door with the passcode.

“Please Go in.” He steps aside and then stretches forward his hand to Melanie, and she walks in first before he does.

As soon as she steps her foot inside the room that seems like a music studio. Mr Gordon closes the door behind them and makes her sit on a design stool. Melanie sits and stares at everything in awe.

“This used to be my studio. I love music, as much as I love my business. And I used to be distressed here, a long time ago.” he smiles and walks around to sit on a single stool in front of a white piano. “You are the first person I’m bringing here, so please don’t feel nervous,” he says while taking a deep breath.

The room lacks nothing that a normal studio would have. Ranging from the wallpaper to the coloured bulbs, to the instruments in the room.

Mr Gordon smiles, staring at Melanie who seems to be nervous. She seems a bit shocked that such a room exists in the mansion and also, she is a bit anxious to uncover what Mr Gordon has to say to her.

“Please stay calm. I don’t want your anxiety to get the best of you,” he warns before placing his sexy fingers on the keyboard.

Melanie stares at him warmly as he plays a nice song on the piano. The tone sends her to the first day she entered the mansion, how she gets lost in his sexy face that she found herself drooling over him.

To the time she got stuck between him and his son when they were yelling at each other. She remembers how she tried stopping their fight and she got her head hit on the wall.

When she tried running away from the mansion and she messed with the buffer which left a message for Mr Gordon. How she fainted on the cold floor and he rushed her to the car in his arms.

Her mind drift to when she caught him on the floor of the kitchen, shivering like a possessed cat as he hallucinate about things she didn’t know.

Her mind goes back to the night he almost squeezed the life out of her in the dining room, how she dropped to the floor, only to woke up to meet him lying helplessly beside her on the floor with his eyes closed.

She recalls how he apologised to her over a meal he first prepared for her, to how she went to bed that night with his thoughts on her mind.

She remembers the time at the store when he made an attendant doll her up for the organisation’s gathering, and how he introduced her to his family as his fiancee.

Her mind didn’t skip the part when she had her first kiss with him right on her bed. How he looked into her eyes and called her ‘his’ even though she didn’t know what his intention is.

Going back to the afternoon they went shopping and how he shrieked to Andy to let his hand off his ‘woman’.

An alluring tear dropped from her eyes as she remember how he had come to fetch her at his uncle’s place and how they had a romantic moment at the top of the hillock.

Going back to the day he drove her to the company when she was newly got appointed by his uncle and how he bought ice Americano for her to relieve her anxiety.

She memories the night she got a car gifted to her and how he cuddled her in his arms, telling her to tell him if she needs anything.

To the day she went to his office to discuss Archie’s birthday with the event planner and how he swept her off her feet, telling her sweet things that melted her heart. To how she almost made out with him on the couch that same night.

To the day he sent her a huge amount of money just because she was feeling down when she was with him. And how they cooked together that night while playing with each other’s tongues.

She recall the sweet moment she had with him that morning when she was making the flower stud for the guests. To when he showed up in her room wearing the earrings she got for him the previous night. and how he kept flirting with her throughout the party.

The piano stopped playing a while ago, which was unknown to Melanie. She blinks rapidly when Mr Gordon calls out to her and she stares down at her legs to see him kneeling on one knee right by her feet with a box in his hand.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“I know we have been having a lot of things going on in our minds lately, and how much focus we need to put to work. But recently, I have been thinking more about you, than work that I kept messing up with proposals.” He gulps, gazing at Melanie to see her staring brightly at him.

“I don’t know where I belong in your heart, or if you feel the same way as I do. That’s what makes it difficult to concentrate on the work I want to be with you every time. So, here I am, kneeling before you to know if you feel the same way or if I’m getting ahead of myself.” Mr Gordon inquires, staring up to see Melanie drooling in the creek of her tears.

“I want to start seeing you as my woman, someone that can take care of me and my son, someone that I can trust with my life, someone I could share both my happy and sad moments with. Someone I can share my secrets with without leaving anything behind, someone that would make me forget about my past and give me the reason to see the ray of the following day, someone that would be the last person I will see in the night and the first person I will see in the morning.” He smiles and pauses so Melanie could digest what he just said.

“So, will you be that someone for me? Will you be my woman and love me until my last breath?” He drops the question with a lot of voices screaming in his head.

Melanie sniff back her tears, she couldn’t believe he is saying all that beautiful things to her. She couldn’t believe her dream is finally here and it was happening.

“No,” she cries, jumping down from the stool.

Mr Gordon moves back in stock and stares at her in bewilderment. “Why… Why did you say that?” he mumbles, fighting the urge to burst into tears right in front of the woman he loves dearly.

“Silly,” Melanie sniff, going on her knees before him. “Is that what you were expecting me to say?” she grins like a chisel cat.

“What are you saying?” Mr Gordon stares at her face, trying to get his answer but her expression is blank.

“How can I say no when I want to do everything you just mentioned with you, I want to do all and more for you. I love you so much.” she cries and sneaks her head into his chest.

Mr Gordon smiles, not believing she loves him to the point of crying because she realises it is not a side thing.

“You love me for real?” Mr Gordon asks, pulling her up from the floor.

Melanie nods, unable to say anything. Mr Gordon smiles and pulls her to his body, pressing her tightly to his body as he finally fulfils his heart’s desires.