Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

“Ahh!” Melanie whimpered as the hotness of the hand dryer burn a part of her skin. She drops it on the dressing table and applies lotion to her hair.

She carefully massage the part that got burned and she let out a small cry as she feel the pain. “Oh, why did I have to wash my hair?!” She groans and wears a band on her head.

Her phone makes a beep sound and she peeps at the screen to see that she has a message from her mother. “Oh, mother!” she sighs and drops the phone back on the table without checking the content of the message.

She needs not to check the content before she will know what the message is all about. “She needs money! And I don’t have!” She groans inwardly.

“What am I going to do? I can’t possibly ask Kayla for money.” She sniffed and didn’t realise when she started crying.

It’s not her fault that she couldn’t send money to her money at the appropriate time. She needs to bear with her for a little longer. She heard directly from her assistant that Directors get paid every week. At least if her mother could be patient for a few more days she could be able to send something to her.

“What can I do than ignore her call? I’m such a bad child.” she sighs deeply and applies light makeup on her face.

“Just wait for a few days and I will send you some money.” She says to herself with a shrug of her shoulders.

She picks up her purse and slides her phone inside. She checks out herself in the mirror and she seems proud of her look.

Walking down the stairs in her short wine gown that stops right on her thighs. The stone on the dress shines brightly as she makes her way to the living room.

“Where is Archie?” she asks Mr Gordon who has his back fixed on her.

“He left some minutes ago.” Mr Gordon replies without turning to have a look at her.

Melanie walk out of him and head straight to the parking lot. She came out in Mr Gordon’s car the previous night and it’s only natural that he take her to the company.

“Mel, are you okay?” Mr Gordon asks as he walks out of the house. He moves closer to her and stops right at her front. “You good?” He stares at her gloomy face.

Melanie moves her gaze from him and nods her head twice. “I’m okay, just thinking about work and stuff.” She lies, rubbing the back of her neck.

“Okay?!” Mr Gordon drawls his reply as he stares curiously at her.

He knows that she is lying but he doesn’t want to force her to say things she doesn’t feel comfortable saying to him.

“Help me with my earrings.” He smiles and hands over a pair of black stud earrings.

Melanie chuckles as she fixes the earrings on his pierce. It’s something he can do by himself, she wonders why he has to make her do it for him.

“You look stunning when you laugh. You should smile always.” he winks at her.

Melanie giggles as she enters the car. “And you look better with earrings on. You should keep on wearing it.” she returns the compliment before shutting the car door.

Mr Gordon gets inside the car and roams his eyes on her body before diverting his gaze back to the steering wheel. “Do you not feel cold in that dress?” he asks, wondering why she has to wear something that shorts in that weather.

Melanie gaze at her legs, checking out her outfit as if she didn’t put it on by herself. “Strangely, I don’t feel cold before and I’m starting to catch a cold now that you say it.” She laughs at herself, she wears that dress for it and now he is making her feel stupid for doing that.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“You should feel hot when you are with me. Why feeling cold?” he rolls his eyes and presses down his seat, so he could grab a jacket from the backseat.

“Here, wear it.” he hands over the black jacket to Melanie and she thanks him with a smile before sliding her hands inside the jacket.

“You look cute in whatever you wear, you don’t need to try so hard.” he smiles and cares about her cheeks before moving his gaze from her.

“Hmm, thank you!” Melanie mumbles. Her phone starts to ring and she brings out the phone from her purse. She checks the caller and sighs sadly before returning the phone to her purse.

Mr Gordon notices the sadness on her face and wonders what is going on with her. “You know, you can tell me anything. I won’t judge.” Mr Gordon says to her as he drives out of the compound.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me.” She sighs and rests her head on the backrest.

“How can you tell me not to worry when you’ve been sighing since forever.” He groans angrily. “Mind you, I have every right to worry about you, you are under my care for goodness sake!” he cries out in a shaky voice.

“It’s just a phone call I don’t know why you think I’m hurt or something,” Melanie says almost in a whisper.

Mr Gordon exhales deeply, trying to calm himself down. “Why didn’t you want to pick up your call and who is the caller?” He asks, still not taking his gaze off her face.

“It’s my mom and I can call her back later.” She says then move her gaze to the side, looking out of the window as she let her anger feed on her gut.

“Okay!” Mr Gordon mumbles. He didn’t know why he was worrying about the reasons why she has to decline her mother’s call and he thinks he knows what to do only if his assumption is right.

They get to the company minutes later, Melanie steps down from the car and thanks him absent-mindedly before walking toward the entrance.

She has barely taken a few steps when her phone makes a beep sound. She groans at how persistent her mother could be. She decides to read the message and see why she has to disturb her that mom only to meet the shock of her life.

It is a transfer alert from Mr Gordon, of course, she could see his name boldly on the text. She told around to run back to the car and thank him greatly but his car is already out of sight.

“Do I deserve this much?” A drop of tears streamed down her eyes as she stares unbelievably at the message. She fears she would go crazy if she should read the amount out loud.