Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

Melanie’s p. o. v

It has been a week since we left the mansion and I can say I’m doing a good job of taking care of my two children. I’d drop them off at school in the morning and they will hail a cab back home in the afternoon.

After telling Archie what happened in the past, he was still confused about the house, well, he told me he had been to Mom’s former house before and he was curious about how the house changed. Well, I got Mom our new home a day before the incident. My daughter was so happy that she begged Mom to put her on the phone. She thanked me and told me how much she loves me; something she has never done before.

I was literally broke after paying for the house with my last card. I decide to get back to the company and see if I’m still eligible to work at the Gordons. I never heard from Alfred and I tried calling him on several occasions but his line was not reachable.

I would be lying if I say I’m not worried about him. He’s my baby-daddy after all.

I have resumed back to work today and it’s a surprise no one at the organisation has heard about the news. Not even Drew knew about it, to be honest, I was happy and relieved at the same time. Guess my baby daddy is not the type that goes around telling people about his love life.

“Tell your daughter I’ll come visit this weekend,” March says, packing the necessary files into my bag. It was a close hour and I’m preparing to head back home.

I chuckle lightly after March got to know that I have a daughter she has been wanting to meet her. Did I tell you guys, she got to know about Skye even before I found out about Alfred being her father? Well, she found out by chance and I have no choice but to spill the beans; excluding the part that I didn’t know who the father was.

“Okay. I will deliver your message. But if you don’t show up, you’ll have to face the consequences.” I joke, tying my shoelaces as she pushes my bag to me.

“I will definitely show up.” she winks, I shrug, pick up my bag and get up from the seat.

“See you tomorrow, then. Make sure you close early.” I pat her shoulder before exiting my office.

I inhale the fresh air as I step into the parking lot and get inside my car. I start the engine and pull out from the company.

Driving in a street that leads to mom new place, I checked the side mirror and I noticed a black SUV driving closely behind me. I have noticed the car has been following me since I drove out of the company. Is the driver tailing me or it was just my assumption?

I couldn’t be so sure of the shit going on until I make a turn in another direction and I watch the car make a turn in the direction I take.

“Who the fuck is that?” I yell to myself, gripping tight on the steering wheel and I speed up.

I’m practically panting by now, I don’t know who the person is and I’m having a bad feeling about this, what does the driver want? Does he want money or my car? Why is he following me?

I pull over in front of a store and I see the car also put to a halt at a long distance. I hurriedly step down from my car, and walk inside the store, pretending like I’m there to buy a beverage. I look outside and I watch the car drive away after two minutes of waiting outside for me.

I heave a sigh of relief and grab a pack of cookies, go to the attendant and pay for it.

Getting outside, I eye search for the car and after I’m satisfied that the car is nowhere to be found I get inside my car and drive back home.

It takes me 30 minutes to get home since I keep on watching my back to see if the car is still coming.

I couldn’t tell my mom about it, she would freak out if she get to know that someone is tailing her daughter. Besides, it’s might be a coincidence, the driver might not even know me and I’m getting myself worked up over it. I can’t be so sure since it only happened today, and the area is popular, the driver might going the same way as mine.

That’s the only way I could get my mind off it. Days passed and the activities continue. The same car keeps following me around and when I captured the plate number and send it to Kayla, she made her search team work on it and it turned out to be an unregistered number.

Today, Kayla asked me to meet her after work. She told me she’ll get a tracker for me and I’ve been checking my watch for the nth times now, I can’t wait to get off work so I could meet with Kayla.

I’m already getting tired of the stalker that I no longer feel safe. What if the driver turns out to be a higher assassin?

“I didn’t offend anyone so who could be after my life?” I groan, hitting my head on my desk.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” March asks, I raise my head from the desk only to meet a pair of worried eyes piercing through my sight.

“Ahh,” I chuckle nervously, “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me.” I flash her a nervous smile.

After staring at me for about five seconds, March nods unconvinced and carries on with her paperwork.

My phone buzzed, indicating that it was time to get off work. I quickly stand up from my seat and grab my already-packed bag.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“Are you going home already?” March asks, I stare at her for a while. Lately, March has been a good friend to me and I somehow feel bad for hiding the news about my stalker from her, but I have to play it cool.

“Yes. Got a call from my kids’ principal. I think my presence is needed in the school.” I lied, I’ve never thought I could lie this smoothly before but you wouldn’t know what you’re good at until you try.

“Oh,” she mouthed, dipping the pen in her mouth. “I hope the kids are okay?!” she sighs and I tap her shoulder.

“I supposed they’re okay, if anything happened the principal would have told me instantly.” I grins, bring out my phone from my bag and exit the block.

Parking my car in front of a coffee shop, I heard someone tap on the window and I sighs before unlocking the door after realising who the person is.

“You look dull, and tired. Are you okay?” Kayla asks as soon as she close the door.

‘What a friend’ I chuckle at my own thought and bring down my palm from my face.

“You don’t expect me to feel good after everything that has been happening for the past few days?” I roll my eyes, adjusting on my seat.

“You have to calm down. That’s the reason why I’m here.” Kayla groans.

I didn’t say anything, instead I watch as she brings out a small box from her pant pocket. “Here is the tracking bug,” I open the box and brings out three pieces of a black think that I suppose it would be the so-called bugs from the box.

“Okay?” I raise my brows, I can’t help myself raising one brow at this point.

“You’ll make sure you always have this one on you.” she says, fixing one on my hair. It’s the same colour as my hair and it would be hard to tell if I had anything fix on it.

“Okay, so what about the rest?” I ask, eyeing the remaining two on her palm.

“This one will be here, inside your car.” she raise it up and fix it behind the mirror. “Then, the last one will be with me, I’ll be tracking the two bugs with the last one.” she utter, putting the last one in the box.

“When will you connect it?” I ask curiously, honestly, I’m scared of going around knowing someone is watching my movement.

Kayla chuckle dryly. “Don’t worry, it’s working already.” she stare at me for a while before glancing down at her watch. “I should get going.” she blurt out suddenly, which makes me diverting my attention to her.

“Why?” I arch my brows. Kayla is a bitch she better have a good excuse for leaving me in danger.

“Duty calls.” she whines sadly.

Okay, I take back my words. Kayla is not a bitch she’s just not a regular type of cop. She loves her job and also don’t want to be there.

“Get off my car and get those criminal arrested.” I slightly push her shoulder.

“It’s easier said than done.” she rolls her eyes. “Are you sure you can go back on your own?” she pulls me to herself, hugging me tight to her body.

“I will be fine. Make sure you don’t get hurt.” I say, running my hand down her back.

We disengage from the hug. Kayla slide the box in her back pocket and get down from the car. I watch her cross to the other side of the road, get in her car and drive off.

Once again, I am left alone to face my fear. “G-d, please keep me safe.” I say a short prayer before driving away from the area.