Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

The staff has ceased the day’s work and Melanie is seen standing outside the company waiting for the available cab. She waves to the staff that greet her on the way home.

She watches as they all drive off in their various cars; she feels jealous of them, but since they seem to be better off than her, she shrugs off the cast-down feelings and keeps a watch for any cab that passes by.

“Ma’am,” March, her assistant calls out to her, running in her high heels to meet up with her. “Why are you not leaving? Waiting for someone?” She asks, grinning as she stares at Melanie’s face.

“Hmmm, I am not waiting…”

Melanie is still saying when a car pulls to a halt in front of them, almost crushing their toes. Melanie peep to have a good look at the crazy driver only to behold Kayla smirking devilishly at them.

“You fucking cop!” Melanie hollers at her. She whirls her gaze to March and apologises on her friend’s behalf.

“Yo, baby!” Kayla laughs heavily, peeling off her shade glasses.

“What are you doing here, Kayla?” Melanie asks, popping her head inside the car through the open window.

“To take you home, Mine!” Kayla winks at her.

Melanie laugh heartily before shaking her head. “I will see you tomorrow, dear.” Melanie waves in March. She clutches her purse tightly before getting inside the passenger seat.

“You crazy girl, how do you know that I was here?” Melanie questioned Kayla who wouldn’t stop grinning at her.

“That’s a job of a tremendous cop, wait, do you still think if I decide to know something, there is anything in the world that could stop me?” Kayla laughs wildly before tapping Melanie on her shoulder. “C’mon I’m more than what you think of me!” She smirks, wearing back her shade glasses before stepping on the break.

The drive to Melanie’s former apartment was hushed, she wonder what happened that Kayla decide to visit her. ‘Is she okay?’, her mind is not clear yet.

“Get off my car before I kick your tiny butt,” Kayla yells, opening the car door for Melanie.

Melanie rolls her eyes before stepping down from the car. She gazes at the surrounding and it doesn’t seem like she has vacated the house, everything remains as she left it.

“What are we doing here?” She asks, closing the car door.

“Do you want to stand here and question me, or are you coming inside?” Kayla sneer as she locks the car with the control.

“Arrogant bitch!” Melanie laugh. She moves her purse to her armpit, pinning it with her arm as she packs her hair up in a messy ponytail.

Kayla shakes her head in weary she sneaks her hand to Melanie’s hair and removes the band that is holding her hair, making her hair fall back on her shoulder.

“Ouch! What’s wrong with you?” Melanie groans loudly, not believing that her friend could still have the mind to stress her after a long day at the office.

“Your hair is okay that way.” Kayla smiles, adjusting Melanie’s hair with her hands.

Melanie knows that she still looks good in a messy ponytail even without checking in the mirror. She doesn’t know why they all prefer her hair down than packing it up.

“You and Mr Gordon do have a thing with my hair.” She kisses her teeth together angrily.

“Mr Gordon? Is that not your boss?” Kayla grins as she opens the door. “Why would your boss tell you what to do with your hair?” Kayla smirked as she pushes the door open.

Melanie knows that she has made a mistake by saying such but she knows her friend, she wouldn’t let her be until she hears what she wanted to hear.

“What are you thinking? Can’t my boss speak up when my hair is disturbing me while serving him?” Melanie whines, she plunges into the nearest couch and she let out a ‘moan’ sounds with her kissable mouth.

Kayla gasp before sitting down beside Melanie on the couch. “Oh, my ghad! By saying ‘my hair is disturbing while serving him’, were you guys making out?” Kayla moves her palm to her mouth, suppressing herself from crying out. “Did you listen to the sound you made after? You are fucking smacking your boss, oh my god!” Kayla giggles as Melanie throws a buffer at her.

Kayla ducks it and stops laughing. She knows that her friend can’t do much, but she can’t just be around her without poking fun at her. “Tell me, is he sweet in bed?” Kayla asks with a straight face.

“Oh, gracious goodness!” Melanie sighs loudly as she is already getting tired of Kayla whining. “C’mon Mr Gordon is my boss, there is nothing like that. We only kissed once… Twice, maybe three times but we didn’t make out. We are friends.” Melanie hissed, flipping her hair to the back in annoyance.

“You kissed your boss? Not once but three times?” Kayla asks with her eyes popping open.

Melanie bites her bottom lip when she realises she just makes another grave mistake. She slaps her mouth, wondering why she can’t just keep such information to herself.

“Pretend like you never hear it, it was a slip of tongue,” Melanie says, pressing her lips together.

Kayla shakes her head negatively. “No, no one is forgetting anything. You must finish what you started and we must talk about it.” Kayla insists.

Melanie knows there’s no going back in the conversation but she needs to buy herself time to prepare herself for the conversation.

“Why did you bring me here? why is everything here sparkling clean after being away for weeks? How did you know that I was at the company?” Melanie stops talking for a while, she gulps down a lump of saliva and turns on the couch. “You see, I have a lot of questions for you but we are drifting to the unnecessary one here,” Melanie says, moving a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Melanie Watson,” Kayla calls out her full name, Melanie knows fully well that if Kayla should call out her full name before striking up a conversation, it only means one thing, she wants to clear her curiosity which she is not ready to open up to her.

“What did you feel for Alfred Gordon?” Kayla asks with a straight face. There was no way Melanie could hide anything from her after seeing this face of hers.

“I… you see… I don’t…”

“What did you want to eat?” Kayla asks, standing up from the couch. She pulls off her jacket and tosses it on the couch.

“Old habit of yours? Yes, I know.” She laughs.

Melanie wonders what has gotten to her friend. First, Kayla is not the type to cook for a visitor, not even can she cook for herself. She would rather come to Melanie to cook for her than for her to cook for herself, not to talk of her asking Melanie what she wants to eat.

Secondly, not even in history has Melanie read or heard anywhere that Kayla let a conversation slip without going to the bottom of it.

“Why?” Melanie asks, standing up from the couch. “Why are you trying so hard to let the conversation slide?” She crosses her arms over her shoulder.

Kayla laughs loudly. “That is because you are my friend… My best friend.” She corrects herself. “I may be a cop but I do not need to pester my friend before she tells me about her personal life. If you want to tell me then you tell me, but if you don’t want to, then it’s fine.” Kayla shrugs her shoulders.

“Wow, that’s so thoughtful of you.” Melanie grins.

“If you talk I will smack your butt.” She says and they both chuckles.

“And yes, I’m asking you what you would love to eat because you seem tired. Even if it’s just a drink, you should have.” Kayla confesses to Melanie. She walks towards the kitchen but Melanie stops her from going further.

“Let’s just chat over a soft drink.” She smiles nervously.

“Why not beer?” Kayla scoffs, she’s not a soft drinks fan.

“Who is the guest here?” Melanie rolls her eyes.

“Whatever.” Kayla hiss.

She walks to the fridge instead and grabs six cans of soft drinks.

“Why can’t you just clear out the fridge.” Melanie rolls her eyes at Kayla.

“Shut up and take your share of three cans.” Kayla flouts. She drops the cans of drinks on the centre table and then takes her seat beside her friend.

“You good?” Melanie arched her brows.

“Yes. I’m fine.” Kayla presses the lid. She opens the can and gulps down the drink.

“Do you have any problems with me bringing you here?” Kayla inquires, her tone grasping no expression as she speaks.

Melanie drop her drink without drinking from it. “Why would I have a problem with it?!” She sighs, not knowing how to clarify what she said earlier. “Look, I am just curious to know. I’m not revolting against you.” She cries out.

“I was watching the news earlier when I stumbled upon the channel that deals with fashion,” Kayla lift the can to her mouth and gulp down a large quantity. She licks her bottom lip and then stares at Melanie to see that she hasn’t taken her drink.

“I saw you and I knew that you were at the Gordons company… I saw the crest.” she shrugs at the last sentence. “And about this place,” Kayla move her gaze around the ample living room. “I couldn’t just stop coming here, even after you left.” She smile, remembering the good times she had with her friend at the apartment.

Melanie’s face beams with a delightful smile. She knows Kayla for keeping her space even if she’s not there.

“I started this morning.” She chooses to reply to the most pertinent conversation. “I was merely helping Mr Gordon out and I didn’t know that I will end up as a Director at their head firm,” Melanie utter truthfully, she sees no reason in hiding from her friend. Kayla is the only friend she has and she is the last person she would want to hide from.

Kayla chuckles loudly. “How did it get to that? Since when has it been like that?” She asks with a stern face.

“Hmm,” Melanie sighs. “Honestly, I do not know how or when it all started. I felt sorry for him when I first saw him struggling to breathe in his Kitchen, I wanted to do everything in my power to help him.” She mutters, dropping her gaze to the floor.

Kayla observes her friend very well, she knows there is more to what she was saying. “Why would you get yourself involved in their business? Mel, you’re just a simple girl who knew nothing about the vicious organisation.” Kayla screams in fear.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Melanie bows her head and explain everything that had happened to her friend without leaving a word unsaid.

Kayla forcefully stands up from the couch, standing in front of Melanie with concern plaster on her face. “You can’t get yourself involved in their game. Those people are horrendous. Or is there anything you are not telling me?” She arches her brows, questioning Melanie with her stare.

“I… I felt pity for him and I also did it for his son’s sake! You wouldn’t understand Kay. Those two need someone to care for them, someone to love them… you would do the same if you were in my shoe.” Melanie blow the gaff. Her mouth wouldn’t stop moving.

“There’s no need to blab the whole story. I will support you, Mel, you know I would support you in whatever you do.” She sighs and curses under her breath before letting out a weird smile.

“Just tell me the truth Mel,” She grins loudly as the thought crosses her mind. “Do you like him? Do you love Alfred Gordon?” Kayla asks.

Melanie nods her head shyly, she’s not sure of her feelings but whatever things she feels for her boss, her mind says it’s love.

“Hehe,” Kayla flash her a toothy smile. “From the moment you started blabbing the story, I knew that you were in love.” Kayla smile, she leaps as Melanie throws a can of drink at her.

“Stop saying shit!” She scoffs, hiding her red cheeks with her purse.