Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

Melanie’s P. O. V

I gather enough courage and stand on my feet. My hands are a little shaking from what I heard but I encourage myself by clenching my fist on both sides.

I don’t have any relationship with Mr Gordon so I shouldn’t let any of these get to me.

The relationship that his family thinks we have is nothing but an act. If he has his reasons for starting it, so I’m going to stop at nothing until I help him get what he wanted.

He’s not as evil as they claimed. After seeing the frightened side of him last night, I realised that he also has an inner wound that he’s nursing which seems like no one knows about it.

I rest my back on the counter and I sigh as I’m already confused about what I should do. I’m mentally exhausted and I don’t know what to think at the moment.

For the first time in five years, my brain went blank. Everything in my head seems like it has been deserted, I don’t feel anything in there which makes me wonder if I’m doing the right thing by getting myself involved in another family’s business.

“Family business is to solve by the elder of the family, why to involve me in what that doesn’t seem to have anything to do with me.” I puff out air from my mouth and I bang my fist on the side of the counter repeatedly as my head starts throbbing.

“Whatever I don’t care about anything that happens to him, fuck! I won’t continue with his stupid taunt with his father.” I kiss my teeth, boiling in anger, since I no longer wish to continue with his fucking plans, I’m not going to let him drag me into his family war.

I groan at the thought of ‘Family War’. The thought alone is enough for me to panic.

I face the counter and lift the tray in my hands.

“Count everything you do for him as a way of showing gratitude. If not for his money, where would I be today? Probably in the prison.” I release a heavy sigh, tightening my hold on the tray.

Thus, the money I received from his secretary is an advance payment for work that I’m going to do. However, if he didn’t approve my request there’s no way his secretary might have done it. He helped me without knowing who I am, or what situation I’m in. He helped me regardless. So, it’s natural for me to do the same for him, right?Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

I keep on assuring myself with the only help he has once done for me, which he might not have counted, but it does mean a lot to me.

“Aunt, are you okay?” Archie asks from the dining room, as soon as I step out of the kitchen.

The look on his face shows that he’s worrying about me.

Another reason why I should help Mr Gordon, his son worries about me and it feels like I matter to him.

“Yes, I’m fine.” I smile at him.

I move closer to them and carefully drop the tray on the furniture. My hands tremble as I place a plate in front of Mia and her escort, Mitchell.

“Are you running a fever?” Archie asks once more and I brush his hair to the back, telling him that I’m truly okay through my smile.

Mia clears her throat.

“Never knew you were on good terms with your stepmother.” Mia grins, she’s sitting opposite Archie which makes it easy for them to glare at each other.

Archie moves his gaze away from me and shoots Mia a deadly glare.

“Don’t be mistaken, she babysits me and she matters most to me than any of you.” He screeches at her.

I squeeze Archie gently on his shoulder and steal a glance at Mia, only to see her sending a smirk my way.

Does she know?

I quiver and release my grip on Archie’s shoulder.

“So she went from your babysitter to your stepmother? That makes sense.” Mitchell scoffs, crossing her hands over her chest.

My head snaps to her, ‘can somehow tell this bitch to shut up

I groan inwardly, Archie may have a wrong idea if they keep on talking.

“What did you mean by that? And who gave you the right to interfere in my family business?” Archie fiercely stands on his seat, stomping his foot on the table which results in a loud bang.

“How foolish of you to side with your father’s wife, do you think she worth it?” Mitchell fake a side face.

I’m already shivering in my spot, someone needs to stop them from talking. I don’t know what else to do in this situation than to watch.

“I swear I’m going to make you regret coming here if you keep on spilling shit about my babysitter,” Archie warns and I gasp.

I pull him down from the seat and he gently shoves my hand off his arm as soon as he’s back on his feet.

“Aunt why don’t you want to tell them, huh? Tell them you’re my aunt and not my father’s fucking wife,” he yells to my face and I gulp nervously.

“Ahm, the thing is… I’m not what they think I am.” I gulp hard like never before.

Fondling with my dress, I stare at Mia’s face and she has a knowing smirk plaster at the corner of her lips. Like she’s telling me that she knew what is going on.

Mitchell arches her brows at me, urging me to continue my speech.

“Archie…” I place my hands on his shoulder and he moves his hands up, caressing my hands on his shoulders.

“What is going on?” Archie’s face suddenly becomes gloomy. His eyes become sharp and dark.

“I’m not…

“Yes, she’s my bride-to-be! Who’s doubting?” Mr Gordon appears from nowhere and hugs me tightly to his body. My back press on his hard chest and I gasp in shock.

I’m trying to solve things but he’s going to worsen the situation.

“So, it’s true?” Archie sniffs. I stare at him to see that he’s already in tears.

“You can’t fool me, Alfred.” Mia scoffs and I shut my eyes in annoyance.

What else does she want, huh?

“You’ve delivered the message that you were asked to deliver to my finance, what else are you still waiting for?” Mr Gordon’s husky voice says behind me, he sneaks his left hand to my shoulder, caressing it with his thumb.

“Are you chasing me out of your house?” Mia holler and I scoff seeing the confused look on Mitchell’s face.

What’s the problem of these two? Whom is the problematic, Mia or Mitchell?

I roll my eyes at them.

“You’re never welcome in my house. Don’t act like we’re ever close. Please make use of the exit.” Mr Gordon stretch forth his hand towards the door and beckoned for her to get out.

“I have my eyes on you two. Don’t forget.” She says and picks up her purse from the table.

Mia strides out of the dining room, and Mitchell trails behind her, swaying her butt in the air as they make their way out of the house.

“I’ll be waiting for you in my room. Please, sort things out quietly,” he whispers to my ear and pats my hair before walking out on us.

Leaving me alone with Archie in the dining room.

Archie watches his father ascend the stairs before turning his gaze to me.

“Tell me the truth,” Archie demanded. His face held so many questions, worries and doubts are clearly shown in his face.

I clamp my mouth shut. I don’t know what to say.

A while ago, I was thinking of how to face this boy here, after everything is over. But here I am with a tight lip.

“Tell me, did he forced you to do this?” Archie asks again and I shake my head nervously.

He didn’t force me, rather I chose to help him.

I hope I’m not making a wrong decision. A lot of people judge him wrongly when they don’t know what’s going on with him. I’m not going to do the same because I know he’s suffering in his way.

“He didn’t force me to do anything.” I blurt out calmly and I get surprised at how smooth my voice came out.

“You did it of your own accord?” He raises his eyebrows, not believing my speech.

“Yes, I’m doing it willingly,” I reply, not regretting any of my words.

“Are you doing this for money?” He inquires and I shoot him a glare.

“If it’s about money, ask me for anything and I’ll give you without having second thoughts.”

“Do you think low of me? Of course, I’m not doing this for money. I don’t even want any reward in return.” I sigh sadly. He still thinks of me as a gold digger.

“Do you love him?” he asks, a little bit calm.

Is this Archie? Why is he asking these questions and why is he sounding so calm?

But then again, do I love Mr Gordon? Am I being like this because I love him? Or is there more to this than I thought?

“No, I don’t love him. I like you and I’m doing this to restore peace.” I voice out and I watch him smile heartily.

“You have my support. But I hope you won’t regret this.” Archie covers the space between us, I look down at him, staring at his face that held no facial expressions. His face is so blank that you can’t tell if he’s being serious or not.

“If you think you’re no longer interested in his game, quiet before you get hurt, I’m doing this for you and not him.” Archie smile, showing me his cute set of teeth.

“Are you not angry?” I stutter, not believing my ears.

“I am angry, but not at anyone of you.” He sighs and I pull him to myself.

“Thank you!” I smile shyly. Caressing his back with my palm. Just then, I felt hot liquid stream down my back followed by an audible sniff.