Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

MELANIE’S P. O. V

“Yes, welcome to Paradise.” Mr Gordon says to my face, jotting me out of my fantasy. I move my face sideways in total embarrassment.

Did he see my cheeks turn red? Did he catch me drooling over him? Did he take advantage of my awkwardness?

I groan inwardly and I see him take a step back, smiling proudly making me speechless.

Woah! He’s a bad person.

I discreetly roll my eyes at him, and he clears his throat.

“I apologise for ruining the dinner you prepared. So, hmmm, I made a portion of spaghetti with tomato sauce to apologise for the effort you put to prepared the meal.” he rush his words and I smile shyly.

“Oh, yeah, thank you,” I mumbled nervously. It’s like someone is in control of my tongue.

I swear that’s not what I wanted to say. I want to tell him to forget about the dinner and that I’m not interested in his food. But, here I am, stuttering in his front. Unable to stand my ground.

“This way,” he smirks, leading me to the dining room.

Don’t ask me, this man is a devil. He knew what he was doing to me and he’s proud of his action.

I trail quietly behind him, I fondle my shirt till we get to the dining room. He pulls out a seat for me and asks me to sit down.

What’s all this about? Okay, I get it, he’s doing all these to make up for his wrongdoing.

I settle down on the seat and he sits opposite me.

“So, I’m not a good cook and I hope you manage the meal.” he smiles nervously and I nodes my head, unable to say anything to this devilish gentleman in my front.

He opens the covered plate and scoops some spaghetti on the plate and pushes it toward me.

I balance the plate at my front and I peek at him. The look on his face seems like he wants feedback on the meal.

I pick up a neat fork and dip it in the food, I roll it on the plate, scooping spaghetti on it. I move it to my mouth and stare at him, I breathe in before shoving the fork in my mouth.

I pause, not chewing on the food and not spitting it out either. I watch his face dilate patiently waiting for my response.

I smile and give him a thumb up sign.

‘How can a man be this perfect? He’s rich, handsome and knows how to cook. Gosh, he’s such a dreamy guy.’ I blush at my thoughts and my inner mind yells at me for drooling over a demon, but who cares?

“It suits my palate.” I flash him a toothy smile and I watch him eaves a sigh of relief.

“Thanks for earlier.” he blurts out and I stare at him in confusion.

“Earlier, earlier, what happened earlier?” I inquired. Not getting his point.

The only early that I could remember is when he was manhandling me right here, taking the life out of me. And that’s not something he can thank me for. Unless he’s proud of what he did.

“The party, you escort me to a party.” he reminds me and I let out an “oh”

Didn’t know that is what he was thanking me for.

But wait, isn’t it a punishment that I served for taking both his car and son out?

“I thought it was a punishment, why are you thanking me?” I raise my brows and he moves his hands on the table, nervously.

“It’s not a punishment.” he smiles dryly.

“I don’t have any problems if you take my son out, I just need someone to escort me and I felt you were a better choice for the job, so I put it that way.” he laugh dryly and I watch him say all that in discomfort.

This man is something.

“Well, I’m planning on rewarding you anyways, so you can tell me anything you want.” he let out and a thought flash to me.

“Can you be a little nice to your son?” I inquire and he seems tensed by mentioning his son and I feel curious about whatever his reasons may be, for hating his son.

“I know that I’m not in any position to tell you this, but can you be a little nice towards him? He’s hurt a lot from the inside and he needs you. He needs someone to watch over him.” I let out and he brushes his hair with his hand.

“No, it’s not that easy. It’s not something I can do even if I want to.” he groans, clenching his fist under the table.

“But you can do it if you put your mind to it.” I pleaded with my face, urging him to reconsider by giving him my apologetic gaze.

“That’s it!” he yells.

He stands up from his seat and pushes the dish to my front.

“Please retire to your room when you’re done eating.” Mr Gordon mumbles as gently as he can.

“Oh!” I gulp nervously at his sudden reaction.

“Shit!” Mr Gordon cursed as he walks out of the dining room, I peek at him over my shoulder to see that he was not in the living room.

‘I shouldn’t have crossed the line’ I sigh, stabbing the fork on the plate.

Minutes later

I’m done eating the meal that was prepared by Mr Gordon. I smile when I remember how anxious he seemed when he was waiting for the review.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

I chuckle as I dry the plate with a neat napkin, then fold it afterwards.

I set the plate back on the rack and I dry my hand with the napkin that’s now on the counter.

I stride towards the door and yank it open, striding out of the kitchen with a smile on my face.

‘I need to call Kayla, I haven’t been in touch with her and it’s absurd.’ I sigh and I drag my legs toward the stairs.

I stand on my feet, gazing at the gigantic stairs for what seems like forever before finally lifting a foot in an attempt to ascend the stairs.

‘I mean the stairs are so wide that I usually get tired even before I’ll start to climb.’ I mumbles some words to myself and gathered all the strength that remains in me to ascend the ‘death wish stairs’

“Oh, men!” I stop to catch my breath. I rest my hand on the rail and I pant heavily as I stare back at the stairs that I just climbed.

“Everything here is a suicide attempt.” I groan and continue my walk to my room.

Walking down the silent hallway, I realise how boring their lives are. No family to cheer you up when you’re down. No older or younger siblings to get on your nerves when you need peace. No wife to scold you if you come back home, late at night.

Not many workers you can yell at when they work clumsiness. No friends to bring liquor just to share your bad moment with.

“Having all the wealth doesn’t justify your happiness.” I sigh as I get to my room. I walk in and close the door behind me.

Good thing I’d freshened up earlier before going to eat dinner. I plunge into the bee and spread my hands happily.

I lift my legs to the bed and raise my waist a little, so I can pull the duvet.

I’m about to drag the duvet over my body when I heard the beeping sound of my phone.

“Oh, fuck!” I curse at whoever it may be.

I angrily pick up my phone from the nightstand and I gasp at the notification.

“What?” I yell, standing up to my feet. I walk to the door and pull it open.

There he is, standing in his goodness with his hands intertwined behind his back.

“What do you want?” I ask, almost in a whisper.

“Can I sleep in your room for tonight?” he pleads and I let out a gasp.