Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

Melani’s P. O. V continues

The drive back home is hushed as we’re both tight-lipped. None of us refused to say anything and it’s starting to make me feel bothered.

He was behaving like my boyfriend a while ago, and here he is, not saying anything to me. I clear my throat for the umpteen times and rub my palm together.

I rest my head on the air vent as the drama he pulls at the party rush through my memory.

**

“Mitchell meet my fiancee. Her name is Melanie.” Mr Gordon says and my eyes widen in shock.

Is he being serious right now? I blush as I look sideways. The songs playing in the background and the constant click-clack of shoes on the dance floor make it impossible for people to hear or pay attention to us. They are all engrossed with their partners.

“Oh, is she the one?” Mitchell asks with a disgusting sound in her voice.

I dart my attention to her. Honestly, if I take every possible insult from people, I can’t take it if people look down on me.

“Yes, I am the one.” I smile, stretching out my hand for a handshake. She curses in her mind before taking my hand for a handshake. Giving me the best fake smile ever.

Don’t be surprised I can always differentiate fake expressions.

“How long have you two been dating?” she asks, not releasing my hand and I’m not ready to break the handshake either.

“Long enough that we should have had a kid in elementary school by now,” I smirk at her and I hear Mr Gordon chuckles beside me.

“So, why haven’t you two tied the knot yet?” She glares at me, squeezing my palm angrily.

“I heard your family had an accident and he lost a leg in the process, shouldn’t he have gotten an artificial leg by now?” I ask and she forcefully lets go of my hand.

“What… What are you saying? Why are you interested in my family affair?” she asks nervously and I fake a smile.

“Same way you’re interested in my love life.” I flash her my charming smile and I watch her face harden in surprise and maybe shock at my heroism.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Excuse me, I have to find someone.” she groans, walking out of us.

“Oh, dear!” Mr Gordon laughs. Squeezing my shoulder lovingly. Or maybe not.

**

I smile while recalling what happened in there a while ago, and I feel proud of myself.

Mr Gordon turns on the sound pad and plays some rock music till we get to the mansion.

That’s better because I don’t want to listen to the sound of his breath.

He drives gently inside the garage and parks the car at the vacant spot. I open the door and step down from the car, I walk inside the house not sparring him a glance.

Stepping inside the living room, I meet Archie sleeping soundly on the three-seater couch.

“Why is he sleeping here?” I wonder as I move closer to him.

Getting to him, I sigh sadly seeing how he’s sleeping uncomfortably on the couch.

Just then, Mr Gordon walks in and proceeds to the stairs without bothering to check up on his son.

“Why should I care? He has always been like that.” I kiss my teeth together, in an angry manner.

I tap Archie lightly on his arm and he sprang up and the first stroke.

“Hey, you’re back? Are you okay?” Archie smiles on seeing me and I couldn’t hide my smile either.

“I’m fine.” I smile back at him.

“Did he hurt you anywhere?” Archie asks and I smile. Running my hand through his hair.

“Had anything yet?” I ask and he shakes his head negatively.

“Go freshen up and come down for dinner in 25,” I utter gently to him.

“Okay!” Archie mumbles, rushing up the stairs.

I watch him rush upstairs till he’s out of sight. I can’t believe he has been worrying about me.

I smile and strides to the kitchen. As I walk, I feel a sting feeling from my ankle and I stop to check what the problem is.

I bend over and remove the heels to see a sore at the back of my right leg.

I pick up the heels in my hand and limp to the kitchen. My leg hurt more as I walk barefoot to the kitchen.

I place the heels in a corner and limp over to the counter to start cooking. One thing about me, no matter how tired I am, I always make sure no one goes to bed on empty stomach.

Kayla can testify to that.

Speaking of Kayla, it’s been a while since I last heard from her. I hope she’s okay!

I sigh as I pour the rice into a bowl. I put the bowl under the tap and let water pour into it.

After washing the rice in clean water, I pour it inside the steamy pot and cover the lid.

I proceed to the fridge to fetch beef and some vegetables.

Minutes later

I pick up the heels from the corner I had dropped earlier and walk up to my room for a quick shower.

I walk in and close the door behind me, I smile at the familiar scent of my room and I inhale the scent, grinning happily.

I walk to the bathroom and have the warm water stream down my body, soothing my skin by massaging it with my soft hands.

I walk out of the bathroom minutes after and stride to the wardrobe to get a simple dress to eat downstairs.

After cladding in soft black baggy trousers, and a blue button-down shirt, I pack my black waist-length hair in a messy bum and stride out to fetch others for dinner.

I walk to Archie first, since his room is much closer to mine.

“Alright, I’ll join you soon!” he yells from inside at the first knock on his door.

I proceed to Mr Gordon’s room and I knock about four times before I hear his grumpy voice usher me in.

I walk in to see him sitting on his study desk, scribbling something in a note with a white apple laptop in his front.

Does he ever get tired of working? I roll my eyes and I watch him dip the ballpen he’s writing with inside his mouth.

Kids habits! I laugh inwardly.

“Ahh, I come to fetch you for dinner,” I say in a low tone and he quickly turns his gaze at me, on hearing me speak about dinner.

He roams his eyes on my body, from head to toe and I see him looking at his own body.

Hold on, is he comparing our body or… Oh! Funny, he’s checking our outfit because he’s putting on the same thing.

“Ahm, I’ll join you. Go get Archie first.” he stutters, still glaring at my dress and I’m forced to scoff at his actions.

“I’ve done that already and I’m sure he’s already in the dining room,” I mumble and he nods in affirmation.

I turn around to leave since we both don’t have anything else to talk about.

“Thanks for being early, I was able to make my father approve a contract with your presence.” Mr Gordon utters behind me, I turn around to have a good look at who he’s talking to and I’m surprised to see that I am the one he’s referring to.

What does that suppose to mean? What does he mean by my presence made his father approve a contract? I tilted my head in confusion.

“What are you talking about, sir?” I ask anyways. I’m not sure what he’s insinuating and it’s normal for me to ask, right?

He smiles “It’s fine, you can’t understand. Just feel like thanking you.” he shrugs, taking his gaze back to the stuff at his front giving me access to stare at his manly back.

I bow slightly and exit the room since I don’t have any other things to say to him.

I walk downstairs to see Archie stealing meat from the covered pane and I tiptoe to his back, slapping the meat off his hand.

“Oh, Auntie.” Archie groans and I walk to his front, placing my hands on my waist.

“Why can’t you wait for me to get here before stealing the meat?” I glare at him.

He put his thumb in his mouth and lick the oil off his hand.

“C’mon don’t be mean with food I’m just hungry,” he whines and I ruffle his hair.

“Auntie will serve you now,” I say and he beams from his heart.

“What did you two think you’re doing?” we both hear the cranky voice asks, the voice coming from the magnificent stairs and we both stare at each other before bursting into a wide laugh.

“Mr Sullen!” we both say in unison and I cover my mouth in shock.

“I dare you to say that again,” he yells and Archie stares at me with a devilish smirk on his face.

“Dear Auntie, you’re in trouble.” Archie scramble out of the dining room before I could say “jack!” leaving me alone to my fate.

“What did you just call me?” Mr Gordon asks again, grabbing me by my waist and I shiver at his touch.