Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

Mr Gordon drives inside the Company carport. He open the car door and stuck a foot out of the car. He peep through the mirror, eye searching for Melanie but he couldn’t see her anywhere outside the company.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

‘Did she leave already?’ he thought, his eyes roaming around, searching for her one more time before deciding to put a call across to her.

“Shit!” he cursed under his breath, “Did she hail a cab?” He arches his brows. “That doesn’t make any sense.” He sighs. He rests his head on the backrest.

“Or is she still busy with work?” He flung his eyes open at the thought of Melanie working an extra hour. “I swear I’m so going to sue uncle if he dares stress her.” He spat angrily. It’s just her first day, why would he throw a bunch of tasks at her?

He hasn’t called his uncle in age, and he never thought he would be calling him anytime soon, but there he is, dialling his uncle’s line.

“Yes, Dad. Good afternoon.” He greets his uncle with gritted teeth.

“Son! How are you? Have you closed for today’s work?” the cheerful voice of Drew asks from the other side.

“Yeah, I’ve closed for the day’s worm. I’m at the front of the company.” He rolls his eyes even though he knows the man won’t be seeing him.

“Are you here for your woman?” Drew questions him, he knows that Alfred won’t drive down to the Gordons’ organization just for him.

“Yes, I’m here to pick her up. Is she still at the office?” Mr Gordon ask calmly, hoping he would hear a positive reply.

“She left an hour ago, I heard that from her assistant.” Drew’s voice blasts from the other end.

Mr Gordon’s mouth an ‘oh’, and he sighs as his uncle decides to infuriate him with his harsh tone.

“You didn’t get a ride for your woman? Don’t tell me!” Drew spat angrily.

“No, that’s not true, she didn’t drive herself here this morning.” Mr Gordon huff, he tries calming himself down but his uncle keeps on taunting him.

“If it is true that you brought her in the morning, why didn’t you pay me respect?” He queries him, one could tell that he is a bit angry at him.

“I fucking drove her here in the morning. Sorry, I didn’t step down to greet you but, she fucking shouldn’t have left with someone else.” He yells, hitting the steering wheel as he speaks. How could she leave without hearing from him?

“Suit you right. You shouldn’t be too cheap, she’s your woman.” Drew spat. Follow by the rustling sound of a paper which tells that he’s still working at the moment.

“Dad, I will talk to you later.” Mr Gordon sighs, he can’t stand his uncle at all, not when he is furious with what Melanie did.

He hang up the call when he didn’t get any reply from his uncle. The man can be a little prickly.

“She left with Andy, right?” He laughs through his beak, “She fucking rides in his car. C’mon Mel, I’m better off than him.” He hisses audibly, hitting his fist on the steering wheel.

“Is that what you want huh?” He arches his brows as if he’s orchestrating his question at her, ” “Taking off with a man you know nothing about. Not bad!” he kisses his teeth in animosity.

He ignites the engine and drives out of the carport at high speed. She can do whatever shit she wants with her life, she owns her life and he can not dictate for her.

‘But since people believe that you were together, she should have stuck with you and made it real’, his inner mind fire at him, and he nods his head in conceding to what his mind said.

“Does she even care about me at all?” Mr Gordon hiss, banging his fist on the steering wheel. He then moves his hand to his head, stroking his hair as he drives inside the gate. “Acting like everything about me is of less concern to her.” He shrieks, letting the seatbelt slide down from his body.

He picks up his briefcase and walks inside the house. Getting to the living room, he sights Archie in the kitchen cutting vegetables on the counter.

“Ouch!” Archie cries out, moving his finger to his face.

Mr Gordon wonders what is happening to him, he drops his briefcase on the couch and strides to the kitchen to have a look at his son. “Are you okay?” he asks as he fully enters the kitchen.

“Dad,” Archie groans, he moves his gaze to his father. “I snip my finger while chopping vegetables.” He says amidst tears. He puffs out air on his finger.

Mr Gordon shakes his head. “What were you thinking, chopping vegetables when you haven’t done it before?” He mumbles angrily, he stretched out his hand to him. Archie lifts his palm to his and moves his gaze away from his father.

“I was only striving to prepare dinner for you… Us.” Archie sniffs when he couldn’t believe that he would be getting scolded for trying to ease everyone’s stress.

“I’m sorry that you get your fingers cut. But, you should have not to tried to do it since you do not know about cooking.” Mr Gordon mumbles. “Thank God it’s not that deep, come with me let’s get you treated.” Mr Gordon proposes, he takes Archie’s hand and walks him out of the kitchen.

“Sit here, let me get the box.” Mr Gordon makes him straddle on the couch, he picks up his briefcase and strides towards the staircase. “Don’t touch it, just leave it like that I will take care of it.” He yells from up the stairs as he hastily strolls through the hallway that leads to his room.

A part of him wants to ignore and a part of him wants to check if Melanie is home yet, in her room. He treads to her room, penetrates inside and shouts her name twice. Knowing that she’s not inside her room, only means one thing.

“Melanie is not home yet!” he exclaims in surprise. “She’s enjoying herself with Andy.” He shrugs his shoulders and then proceeds to his room. He flung his jacket and briefcase on the bed, walk to his cabinet and bring out the box.

He walks out of his room, with his mind not clear at the thought of Melanie being with Andy instead of coming home after work.

He rolls up his sleeve as he descends the stairs. “So, let’s get your cut treated.” He grins, settling down beside Archie who has his eyes glued to the blood on his finger.

“Why did you take so long just to fetch that?” Archie groans, still not taking his eyes off his finger.

Mr Gordon stops from opening the box. He stares at his son for a while and then shakes his head. “I decided to check on someone… Something rather.” He clears his throat, opens the box and brings out a wrap of chocolate.

“She’s not home yet, you should have asked me before rushing off to check her in her room. She’s my Aunty, not yours.” Archie rolls his eyes.

“I’m not checking up on her because I want to. Just wanted to ask her about someone.” he lies, unwrapping the chocolate. “Say, Ahh!” He says to Archie.

Archie opens his mouth and Mr Gordon shoves the chocolate in his mouth. He chews the chocolate and smiles because he knows that his father is really curious to know where she is.

“Can I have one more wrap?” Archie demands. His father shakes his head negatively which makes him earn a groan from his son as he applies the ointment to his cut.

“One wrap for a patient, not two… Okay?!” He glares at Archie.

“But if she’s the one that is asking I’m sure you will give it to her.” Archie rolls his eyes.

Mr Gordon lift his gaze from Archie’s hand. “Who is the ‘she’, who are you talking about?” He asks truthfully, having no idea who he is referring to.

‘No one… I’m just saying.” Archie shrugs.

Mr Gordon only sighs, he applies a band-aid to the cut and packs up the box. He moves his back backwards and rests his head on the backrest.

“Have you eaten yet?” Mr Gordon asks, closing his eyes ready to fall asleep on the couch for the first time.

“Yes, I have eaten,” says Archie, holding the empty crust of the chocolate wrap in his hand. “I ate two slices of pizza with milk.” He smiles, licking the chocolate wrap.

“I never ask you to tell me what you ate,” Mr Gordon groans. “Don’t be a parrot! I only ask if you have eaten.” He mumbles, rubbing his eyes with the tip of his hand.

“Please, can I have one more wrap?” Archie begs, his eyes not leaving the box.

Mr Gordon promptly unfolds his gaze, staring at his son with his head still on the backrest. “Take two wraps.” He sighs immediately after he says that.

Archie beams with a smile, not only is he getting one wrap but two. “Thanks, Dad!” he smiles.

He quickly opens the box and brings out two wraps. “You should get more packs of this candy, I will be getting injured more often.” He chuckles as he speaks.

“Then you will be getting treated at the family hospital each time you get injured, henceforth.” Mr Gordon laughs. The evil glare from Archie makes him stop laughing.

“Don’t be cheap, it’s just a stupid chocolate.” Archie sneers at him.

Mr Gordon watches him keenly. “If it’s that stupid why not give it back?” He rolls his eyes as he watches his son shove the chocolate in his mouth. He’s being a crackhead and he is at the edge of blaming himself for giving him the chocolate in the first place.

“No thank you.” Archie chuckles. “Wanna ask you a question,” Archie says, sitting properly on the couch.

“What is it?” Mr Gordon groans. He lifts his head off of the backrest and adjusts his seat. Archie contests if he should proceed with his question or not.

“When are you getting married?” Archie asks and Mr Gordon chokes on his drool.