Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

Mr Gordon clicks on the ‘send’ icon on the system and he smiles before he shut down the laptop.

“That was a nice way to start afresh with father.” he chuckles and stretches his figure lazily on the reading seat.

“That old man thinks he can make me marry again after what he had done? If not for the sake of Mia, I would have had his business go down the drain with me, but no I won’t do that.” he groans and closes the notebook on the table.

He stands up from the seat and drags his feet to the mini fridge in his room.

He brings out a can of soft drinks and opens the lid.

‘Long enough that we should have had a kid in elementary school by now

He could still hear the words of Melanie to Mitchell echoes in his head.

“I’ve never seen that side of her before, so bold and fearless.” he compliments and smiled before gulping down the drinks down his throat.

He feels relaxed and he closes the fridge before walking out of his study with the can in his hand.

‘I can’t wait to see her face again’

He chuckles at his silly thought and moves the drinks to his mouth once again, gulping the rest down his throat.

He strides toward the exit and dumps the can inside the bin, by the door.

He stretches his hand toward the doorknob and he feels a bang in his head.

‘Alfred you need to help me

He remembers his dead wife’s voice over the phone, years ago and he moves his hand to his head. Holding it tightly in his palm.

‘I think I’m being tail’

He hears the voice again and he groans hard, panting heavily like he’s running a marathon.

‘Where are you?’

He hears the voice again and he forcefully opens the door, rushing down the hallway. Running to where he knew people will be, where he’ll be safe from his fantasy world. To where he won’t feel alone. Yes, he’s running downstairs, to the dining.

He gets to the stairs and heaves a sigh of relief. He knew he won’t be alone here, perhaps he could have a little fight with his son, so he’ll have someone take his thoughts to bed.

He strides down the stairs with the voices still echoing in his head, and it’s becoming unbearable for him.

He peeks at the dining room to see Melanie ruffling Archie’s hair with a smile on her face.

“Auntie will serve you now,” he could hear her say and he grips his heart as he’s no longer seeing their faces but someone that he couldn’t recognise.

“Are they here to hunt me?” he mumbles with his heart clenched.

“What did you two think you’re doing?” He yells and he hears them erupt in a peal of weird laughter and scared him to the bone.

“Mr Sullen!” He hears them yell at him and he couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t let them torment him anymore.

“I dare you to say that again,” he yells as he descends the last stairs.

Eyes blasting as fury. Mr Gordon Scrabble to the dining room at light speed and push Melanie to the table, her butt landed roughly on the furniture and she winches in pain.

He doesn’t know who she is all he could see is a stranger mocking his miserable life.

“What did you just call me, huh?” Mr Gordon asks again, grabbing Melani by her waist and she shivers at his touch.

She looks into his eyes wondering what has gotten into him, she tries to push him but it seems impossible. She seems like a feather in his hands.

“I asked you a fucking question. What did I hear you call me?” he yells, shaking her roughly.

“I called you Mr sullen,” she mumbles shakily under his touch and of course, it’s loud enough for him to hear since she’s closer to him.

“Why?” he yells.

His eyes hold so much anger that scares Melanie to her pant. He moves his hand from her waist to her arms, gripping it tightly.

Melanie winched in pain as his nails pierced through her skin leaving red dots that later drips off her blood.

Not realising what he’s doing. He pulls her up from the furniture and pushes her roughly into the wall.

He pins her to the wall with his hands pressing hard on her shoulder.

He’s boiling with anger and he doesn’t know why. He feels so much anger towards her and he couldn’t see the pain in her eyes as his gaze is filled with hatred.

“Ouch!” Melanie cries, struggling under his grip as balls of sweat form on her forehead.

She gathers the remaining strength in her and kicks him on his knees.

He groans and lets go of her. Melanie tries to escape his presence but he grabs her by her hair and shoves her to the table once again. She lands on the table on her face, her back facing him.

“Please let me go.” Melanie cries and grabs a hold of his hands on her hair and he pins her to the table with his knee.

He tightens his grip on her hair in one hand and cages her hands to her back with his free hand.

He pulls her onto the table, using her face to hurl the dish on the table.

By now, Melanie has already wailing profusely. He releases his hand from her hands and pulls her up from the table, with her hair.

Melanie clutches tightly at her hair and fights his hands on her hair with the remaining strength that’s left in her.

She looks at his face and she couldn’t fight back her tears any longer as the look on his face makes the tears she’s been fighting all along to stream down her cheeks. Feeling helpless.

“How dare a lowborn as you call me that?” he yells.

He curls his hands on her neck, strangling her as she lifts her hands to grab him, but she’s too tired to lift a finger.

“Alfred!” she calls out to him in a crying manner as life starts to leave her soul, bit by bit. Mr Gordon is taken aback and he seems startled a little hearing her call out his name.

“Melanie!” he mumbles and looks down at his hands on her neck, trembling as reality dawns on him.

He wanted to let go of her neck, but he doesn’t know how to. He watches the last drop of tears crop from her eyes before her lid shut on its own.

He stares at her pale face and forcefully lets go of her. She plunges to the floor, right beside his leg.

He moves back in shock.

“Melanie!” he yells and moves a step backwards.

Fair grip him. He couldn’t bring himself to move closer to her and he can’t control his legs to walk out of the scene.

He finds himself getting stuck on the spot.

“What did you do to her?” He hears a crying voice holler at his back.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

He turns around to stare at the face of the only person that he could explain himself.

“I didn’t mean…” before he could complete his sentence, he feel a heavy object smack his head and he go to his knees. Falling right beside Melanie.

“Melanie!” he mumbles before his vision becomes blurry and they shut dead without his knowledge.