Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

Melanie is not expecting the question. She wonder if he went to pick her up after she left. The look on his face tells that he knew she left with someone but doesn’t know who.

“My friend, Kayla picked me up.” She let out truthfully. “She took me to my old apartment, that was the reason why I came home late.” She says with a soft smile.

“I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” Mr Gordon mutter lowly, he releases his hand from her shoulder and slowly looks away from her.

“I have no idea of what happened, I thought you went with someone else so I resent you for leaving without me.” He sighs, and Melanie smiles at him, even though he can not see it.

She understands who he is referring to and she wonders what is wrong with her riding inside Andy’s car. “I didn’t even see him before leaving. It wasn’t him.” She laughs and pulls his hand so he can face her.

“Hey,” Mr Gordon yells. “Don’t laugh, it’s not funny.” He groans and pulls her for a hug.

Melanie smile, this man can be a baby. “Were you worried about me?” She teases him, curling up in his chest.

Mr Gordon sneered at her. “I wasn’t worried,” he rolls his eyes. “I was mad at you.” He says, caressing her hair.

Melanie chuckles in his chest. “Really? That’s not fair.” She groans.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“I know and that’s the reason for my apologies.” He moves his lip to her hair and plants a kiss on the side of her head.

“Are you okay?” Melanie suddenly asks when she senses the sadness in his tone.

Mr Gordon stops fondling her hair which gives Melanie access to slip off the hug. She sits straight and takes his hands in hers. She rubs her thumb on the back of his hands and he let out a soft sigh.

“What is it that is bothering you?” Melanie asks, she stares at him with a look no one has ever shown him before. He is not sure if it’s love or worries.

“It’s about Archie!” He sighs.

Hearing about Archie, Melanie’s heart skip a beat and she let go of his hand. She sits tight and urges him to continue with what he has to say. She cares so much about Archie that she fears the little boy has done another thing that infuriates his father.

“What about him? Did anything happens?” She asks, letting her hand drop on his thigh.

“Archie is fine,” he sighs when reality down on him, Melanie only worries about them as her master. She doesn’t love him, she doesn’t harbour any feelings for him, he just confirms that and he feels hurt that he has been hoping and waiting for the one that will never be his.

“So, what happens.” She asks, her brows arching in confusion.

‘Shit!’ he curses under his breath, ‘can you just stop worrying?’ he groans and gently squeeze her hand on his thigh.

“I’m merely worried about his birthday.” He smiles and Melanie’s mind eases a bit, knowing that nothing has happened between them.

“Why is it bothering you?” She asks, still not of the reasons why he would be worried about a birthday of all things.

Mr Gordon sighs. “As you know, I haven’t been a good father to him.” He gulps hard like never before. “The truth is, Archie has never celebrated his birthday before and I don’t know what to do.” He moves his hand to his hair and brushes it to the back.

“I want to be good to him, I suddenly see a reason to be a father and I want my son to feel my presence even if it’s this once.” He whines and drops his head on her shoulder.

Melanie laugh at him, whining like a baby. She strokes his black hair and feels its length. “Is that why you are worried?” She beams. He nods his head on her shoulder and she smiles.

“I’m here, why are you still worried?” She says and he let out an audible groan. “I will do everything I can to help you. Just tell me what you want me to do and I will deliver.” She assures him with an alluring smile.

“What can I do without you?” He puffs out.

“Nothing!” She grins, hugs him and pats his back.

“I wish to meet your friend one of these days.” He says, his chin hitting her back as he speaks.

“Kayla?!” Melanie chuckle, “She is always busy. I even wonder how she creates time to pick me up today.” She smiles as she speaks of her friend.

“I’m glad that I am now your friend, that automatically makes us friends, including Kayla. Just tell her that her second friend wishes to meet her.” He grins behind her back and she grabs his hair.

“Okay, I will deliver your message.” she smiles and pack his hair in her hand. “Your hair is getting longer, same with Archie.” She affirmed. His hair is long enough to be able to pack up, but she wonders if he will want to pack it up.

“Do you not like it? I can cut it if you want.” He says with his eyes close.

Melanie shake her head. “I love it this way.” She smiles. “We will be wearing the same hairband.” She chuckles and he groans behind her.

“Don’t go there.” He yells, he moves his face to her neck, finds a good spot and bites her.

“Oh my gosh!” Melanie yelp. “Why did you bite me?” She whimpers and pushes him off of her.

Mr Gordon sucks on his bottom lip. “That’s what you get for thinking of packing you… Our hair.” He bulges his tongue at her and Melanie marvels at how she gets familiar with the crazy man in front of her.

“Is that why you bite me?” She asks, moving nigher to him.

“Yes. Do you want more?” He laughs wildly.

Melanie lunges over him and begins to bite him all over his body.

Mr Gordon let out a rough giggle. “I’m sorry, Mel,” he yells, slightly pushing her off and running away from her.

The next day,

“Bye Dad. Bye, Auntie.” Archie smiled, he step down from the car and flung his backpack over his shoulder.

“Bye, Archie.” Melanie bid him goodbye. “Your lunch box.” She yells after him.

“Oh! Thanks, Auntie.” he smiles, fetches his lunch box and starts moving towards the building.

“Hey, do you want to escort him to his class? Why the long stare?” Mr Gordon is forced to ask when Melanie doesn’t want to look away from Archie.

“What if I decided to follow him, what will you do?” She rolls her eyes and tries to remove her seatbelt.

“You have work to do.” He scoffs and starts the engine. “You wouldn’t want to get fired on your second day in the office.” He grins out the last sentence.

“Yeah. Whatever!” she laughs and adjusts the seatbelt.

“Any plans for lunch?” Mr Gordon asks, staring at Melanie with keen interest.

She smirks. “I haven’t even had breakfast yet you’re hoping to plan for lunch. Please keep driving.” She taps his shoulder and rests her head on the backrest.

“You’re…”

“I’m quite impressive!” Melanie grins loudly.

Mr Gordon shakes his head. “Far from that.” he laughs and returns his gaze to the front.

“Do you mind if I pay a visit to the principal of Archies’s school later?” Melanie asks, she moves on her seat to have a proper gaze at Mr Gordon.

“I’m driving, Mel. We haven’t even gotten to the office, yet you are already planning on what to do later.” He smirks, Melanie understands what he did, and he fucking gets back at her.

“Ahh,” she arches her brows, then nods her head.

“But what are you planning to do? Why do you want to see the school principal?” He asks, curiosity won’t let him stay quiet without asking the question.

“I don’t have anything to say to you, keep driving.” She yells loudly. Mr Gordon stares at her and wonders how she doesn’t feel pain in her throat for yelling extensively every time.

The car pulled to a halt in front of the enormous company, Melanie step down from the car, waved at Mr Gordon and didn’t wave for him to say anything before striding inside the company. The staff bows to her as she walks majestically towards the elevator. She’s fighting the urge to bow to the staff that comes her way.

She notices the extra respect that is been given to her by the staff and wonders how they all know that she is the new Director. Not all of them were present at the conference hall so she marvel at how they all know.

She press the first-floor button and the elevator door opened. She gets in and it closes. She meets three staff inside, they all bow to her as soon as they realise the person that enters the elevator with them.

“Good morning, ma’am.” they all shout in unison.

She smiles brightly at them. “Good morning,” she says shortly.

The rest of the ride is hushed and she appreciates it. The elevator makes a beep sound and Melanie is the first person to get out of the elevator.

She studies the change in the atmosphere and she dreads what is happening.

She strides down the hallway that leads to her office, twists the doorknob and the door creeps open.

“Congratulation!” comes the shouts of the fashion team in her office.