Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

MELANIE’S P. O. V

My head snaps to the door the moment I hear that voice.

Wait, what is he doing here?

I didn’t know what to say or do at the moment. I glance at Mr Gordon who also seems to be lost in his thoughts.

I mean, Archie is his son, the son whom he doesn’t want to have around him and also, Archie must not find him here either. Archie trusts me, even if it’s a little bit, still trusts me and I can’t shatter his trust in me.

There comes another knock on the door and a stupid idea poop in my head. I rush to the closet and grab a hair towel.

I tied it on my head and grab a bottle of water behind Mr Gordon. I splash the water on my face and I rush for the door.

I can feel Mr Gordon’s eyes gored on my skin, I leave him to watch on since I have a big boy to deal with.

“Hey, you okay?” I flung the door open a bit, popping my face out of the door with the towel hanging tightly on my head.

“Oops, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in the bathroom I wouldn’t have disturbed.” He apologises and I nod with water dripping from my face down to the floor.

“I’ll come back then,” Archie mutters and I grin at how great my act is.

“What did you come to tell me?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking and the little boy nervously hitch his nape.

“They are here.” he smiles nervously.

“I rush down here, thinking I’ll hide in your room but it’s fine,” he says seriously and I pop out my head even more.

“Who are they? And who’s she?” I ask still. My curiosity has grown wide that I don’t think I can think straight if he doesn’t tell me what she meant by “they are here”

“My supposed Aunt, Mia. I know you don’t know her but I hate her so it’s fine.” he grin and started walking away from my door.

I wanted to ask him to tell me everything that I know who Mia is. But I can’t. He’ll ask me how I get to know about her, or better yet, he’ll have a hint of where I went with his dad. I shrug it off and shove the question down my throat.

I close the door and yank the towel off my head before walking toward Mr Gordon who stands with confusion written on his cute face. I smile the moment I get to his front.

“It’s Archie and he’s gone now, so you can leave.” I flash him a smile which seems to trigger his curiosity more.

“Why is he here? What did he say he want? Did he knows that I’m here?” Mr Gordon bomber me with questions and I hitch my nape nervously at his worrying expression.

“He’s fine. He mentioned hiding away from his Aunt… Mia, but he didn’t tell me anything aside from that.” I say and I see his face growing darker.

“Did he say that he’s hiding from Mia? Does that mean that Mia is here?” he spat and brush his hair backwards.

“Shit! Fuck Mia! Fuck!” He cured under his breath before walking towards the door.

I watch him walk away through the exit and I heave a sigh of relief.

“Pheww! I can now breathe.” I groans.

I walk towards the bathroom and slam the door shut as soon as I step foot inside the bathroom.

***

Walking down the hallway with the thought of Mia fogged my brain. Inhabiting every possible space in my mind. She floods my brain and fucking hunt down my inner mind.

What brought her here, anyways?

That’s the question I’ve been asking myself repeatedly since I heard of her arrival from Archie. Even if my mind happens to wander around somewhere else, miraculously the thought of Mia will eventually sneak back into my mind.

‘Holy shit! This is not how I plan to spend my day’

I groan as I slow down my pace.

It’s Sunday morning, and I need to focus on my job. I need to prepare a meal for the family before they starve to death. Honestly, I have so many things to do today.

I march down the stairs in a pair of dark blue trousers, a navy blue baggy shirt and black home slippers. I had my thick black waist-length hair up in a tight ponytail and roll it in a dough.

Getting downstairs, I meet Archie in the living room, shoving a snack in his mouth before washing it down his throat with a glass of milk.

“Eating alone, not bad.” I brush his hair as I walk past him to the kitchen.

“Do you need my company in there?” He yells after me and I shake my head, even though he can’t see me.

“Worry not. I can handle the business in here.” I yell back to him and I hear his soft sighs followed by a munching sound that’s coming out of his mouth.

I can’t risk him coming here with me again. His father might see us here together and be appalled by it.

Minutes into the kitchen I hear voices coming from up the stairs.

I’m already done with what I’m preparing… bacon, egg and waffles.

I’ve packed everything in the tray ready to take them to the dining room when a knock on the door stops me from moving.

“Archie, do you plan to eat everything alone?” I groans.

“You’ve come here the first and the second time to steal from what I’m making, you still want to come for the third time, huh?” I yell dropping the tray on the counter and striding towards the door.

“I’m on my way to the dining room don’t even think of stealing… Hey, we meet again.” I grin on opening the door to see that the person knocking on the door isn’t Archie Gordon, but fucking Mia Gordon.

“Good morning to you too.” She grins darkly at me and pushes the door open.

Mia looks sideways, obviously checking out if there’s anyone in here with me.

She enters the kitchen, followed by someone behind her, someone that I recognise instantly.

‘Stupid Mitchell’ I groan inwardly before forcing out a smile.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hi, nice meeting you again.” I smile, bringing out my hand for a handshake.

She takes my hand and shakes it gently.

“Pleasure seeing you too.” she smiles soothing me with a deadly smile.

They’re both inside the kitchen with me now and I wonder what they want from me.

“Hmm, if you will excuse me, I need to take this to the dining room.” I blurt out to them, they’ve been here for over two minutes, and none of them refuses to say anything to me and I wonder if they only come to gaze at my face.

I understand that I’m cute, but having them stares at me without saying anything is kind of weird.

“What did you mean by that?” Mia crosses her hands on her chest, making her boobs pop out from the cut of the silk dress that she’s putting on.

“But I have things to do.” I roll my eyes at her, she’s starting to get me upset but I don’t want to show it.

She freaking walk in here to speak with me but decided to keep the muffler and started doing a gazing competition with me.

“Father send me here…” she raises her eyebrows and I snap my head up to gaze at her at the mention of their father.

Has the man learnt the truth that I’m not his son’s partner?

Balls of sweat form on my forehead, thinking of what could make their father send her to me. I beg her with my eyes to continue with what she’s saying and I think she understands because she moves her mouth to talk.

“Father wants to have dinner with you, tomorrow at the lighthouse by 7 Pm,” she says, at first, my mind calmed hearing that he only asks her to dinner.

But wait, he only asked me to have dinner with him, alone!

I gasp inwardly, my eyes expanding, widening at the thought of being with the old man alone in their lighthouse.

What if he asks me a question about us (Mr Gordon and I” and I’m unable to answer? He’ll detect that I’m lying about dating his son, and worst, he’ll have me arrested.

I slam my hands on the counter and move back into stock.

Mia scoffs, jotting me back to reality.

“Why are you zooming out? It’s not as if you look that smart. I don’t know why he wants to make your work at the company.” she kisses her teeth in annoyance and my face snaps to her at once.

“I should be the one doing all that if you haven’t seduced my man.” Mitchell hissed and I swear, I’d forgotten about her presence.

“What did you mean by that? I didn’t ask to work at the company.” I blurted out truthfully and Mia release her hands from her chest.

“You should ask your man the reason why he suddenly picks interest in the family business. Now, he’s gradually getting the attention he never deserve and you…” she moves her eyes from my head to toe. “You’ll also get a position at the company even when he hasn’t married you yet,” she smirks and I sigh heavily.

“I don’t understand all you’re saying,” I say, still feeling confused about everything she’s saying.

“I know that you’re not that brilliant to comprehend it, but make sure you make it to the venue tomorrow. Father doesn’t tolerate belatedness.” she flaunts her silver stone purse in the air.

“O-okay!” I manage to say, even though it seems like everything she’s been saying, she said into a basket.

“Good day, soon-to-be Mrs Gordon. I hope you don’t meet your early grave as his first wife did.” she grin at the last part. Tapping my shoulder with her purse before walking out of the door.

I pant heavily as my hold tightens on the counter.

“What did she mean by that?” I panicked as I placed my palm on my chest to feel my heartbeat, beating loudly like a drum.