Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

Melanie stands in front of her room window with her arms crossed on her chest. She let out a sigh as she stares intensely at the waterfall from the window. Her mind has travelled far as the thought of what’s going to happen next troubles her mind. Which makes her gag in anxiety.

Is she truly ready for the answer? How will she take it? Would he accept her?

She’s scared of the answers, even though she hasn’t gotten them yet, but the truth is certainly going to hurt the two parties. With the little information she has huddled, she knew she was in trouble.

Her mind drifts off to Andy and she wonders why he hasn’t called her yet. Or, is he afraid for her also?

“What could be delaying him?” she sighs sadly and turns around, resting her back on the wall. “Is the interview not over yet?” she groans, gripping her dress.

A tear streamed down her cheek as she remembers the night she would never forget in her life. That night, has she not gone to that concert, it wouldn’t have happened, right?

She trembles and slams her fist on the wall. “Why did it have to be him, huh? I thought I would hide the truth forever.” she cries out, sliding down to the floor.

She curls her legs up against her chest, resting her chin on her knees sucking in her thoughts. Just then, a notification poop on the screen of her laptop that was placed on her bed, she scramble to check the content.

Her legs scurry on the floor as she scrambles to check out the content. She grabs her laptop and plunges into the bed right beside her laptop. She peeks at the notification.

“It’s from Andy!” she grips tight at her dress as she opens the message.

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Getting close to the heart of the city, Mr Gordon hit the traffic and bang his fist on the steering wheel, fending his anger on the darn tragedy. The piles of cars halting alongside him in the traffic makes him gag for breath, he hates having a lot of people with him. Mr Gordon stares out of the window and relaxes into the seat, running his hand through his hair. A light sighs escape his mouth as his mind wander back to the necklace and how it meant so much to him.

The necklace is the only item of his mother that he possessed. Seeing it around his woman reminds him of his mother, even though he was still a kid when his parents died, somehow he still remembers what his mother looks like while wearing that necklace and he so much cherished it. More than anything. He once lost a part of it to a stranger, and he couldn’t believe Melanie would give out the last piece freely without feeling any remorse.

Does she not have a heart?

“I could swear Melanie would never do such a thing to me,” he sniff, sending back the tears that were threatening to fall from the nook of his eyes.

“I thought she loves me? I thought the spark I saw in her eyes was affection. How can I be so foolish to mistake lust for affection?” he bangs his fist on the steering wheel, throwing his head backwards in tears.

He’s feelings hatred towards himself and he blames himself for feeling that way. He’s the one that wanted her more than just a friend, he wants her more than just an employee. Had he known she also feels that way towards Andy, he wouldn’t have developed feelings for her.

He didn’t know when the traffic light turned green, the boisterous honks from the impatient drivers jolts him out of his fantasy. He slowly moves his hand to the key in the ignition and turns it back on. Driving away from the street.

He doesn’t feel like going home but how would he clear his dismay if he doesn’t go home?

The only way he could know if Melanie truly gave out the necklace to Andy is if he meets her, check if she was not with the necklace, and ask what her relationship with Andy is.

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Mr Gordon drives inside the garage, fuming in anger. He couldn’t even pull out the key from the ignition before storming out of the car.

He leaves behind his briefcase on the passenger seat and strides inside the house. He steps inside the living room and meets Archie on the couch, playing a video game on his tab, with a pair of headphones stuck on both ears.

Mr Gordon ignores him and storms up the stairs.

“Dad, wow, dude, thought you wouldn’t be home until tomorrow?” he asks, giggling happily as he gets his butt off the couch, peeling off his headphones.

Mr Gordon says nothing, he continues ascending the stairs without sparing his son a glance.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Archie scoffs, he put on his headphones while watching his father rush up the stairs. “Did you miss her that much? Jeez!” he giggles and settles back on the couch to continue his game.

Mr Gordon stride towards the hallway that leads to Melanie’s room, with a heart as heavy as a rock.

He made to grab the doorknob tightly and twist it open without making any sounds when he glimpsed at the door wide open.

He let it slide and stridden inside the room, meeting her on call, smiling and giggling to whatever the receiver is saying to her.

“Okay,” Melanie giggles on the phone, sounding as cheerful as ever. “Is that all you want to hear?” she asks, laughing as she covers her face with her palm.

Mr Gordon wants to barge into her front and ask her about the necklace, he badly wants to yell at her for giving out the necklace to Andy before telling her a piece of his mind.

He shut his eyes and take in a deep breath before unwrapping his lids. He makes to take a step forward when he abruptly stops on his track.

“I love you too, baby!” She blows out a kiss to the receiver, giggling like a kid at a candy shop.

Mr Gordon halts on his track, his hands trembling in fear as he clenches them tightly. ‘It has been confirmed, she’s in love with another man’ he feels bitter from the depths of his heart.

His heart thumped loudly and he scrambles towards the door. He stretch out his hand to grab the doorknob when Melanie’s phone started ringing again.

“Yes, Andy!” she utters, smiling widely. “You calls again?”

‘What! What the hell?’ he scream inwardly, the rage he was feeling within could burn down a house.

Melanie is indeed seeing another man, not just another, but Andy! Andy Reid?! His one-time friend?

Mr Gordon hit his fist on his chest, panting heavily as he scrambles out of her room.