Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

Melanie glance at her room door, peeking out from her hidden place to know when Archie will be out of her room.

She hides quietly behind the rail, with her eyes wide open. Watching out for the little boy to exit her room.

Just then, there comes the sound of the opening door. She heaves a sigh of relief when she sees Archie working out of the room, grinning widely. She scoffs dumbly at him, and without making a sound she steps out of her hiding.

“Oh, Lord! Thank you.” She puffs out air, does a cross sign then proceeds to walk back to her room.

“I’m tired of them.”She stares into space, “Everyone of the Gordos.” She groans, dragging her feet towards her bed.

She takes her to sit at the edge of her bed and picks up her phone when her eyes imprecisely land on the poor phone, beside the nightstand lamp.

She decides to check her social media handle since she doesn’t have anything to do at the moment.

Logging into her insta account, notification starts flooding her phone which makes her want to log out that instant.

Her finger clicks on the notification by accident and sees that she has gotten a lot of friend requests in the last few days that she hasn’t come online.

“Wow!” She exclaims.

She’s not popular on any social media, she was wondering how she has gotten a lot of friend requests.

She clicks on it and a light gasp escapes her mouth. “Andy Reid.” she remembers him, “The guy from the organisation gathering.” she mouthed an ‘oh’.

She clicks on accepting the request, and she enters his DM to leave him a message but further gets surprised to see a pending message from him.

“Hey, My brand model.” Melanie read his message out loud, she couldn’t help the flush as her cheeks turned red at his compliment.

‘He indirectly calls her a cutie.’

“Hi, Mr white.” She chuckles as she sends the message.

She addresses him as Mr white because of the excessive use of white that day.

He was clad in white, from head to ankle. Only his feet were clad in royal blue leather shoes.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

She leave his DM and wanted to log out when she get a message from him.

‘He’s even here

She chuckles and opens his message without wasting any seconds.

“You didn’t tell me you were a low-key model.” She reads his message and her eyebrows raised in confusion.

“What are you trying to insinuate?” She says loudly even though she’s typing it, and it doesn’t matter if she says it with her mouth or not.

“The car you modelled a week ago caught a lot of people’s attention.” she halt reading the whole message, staring at the user to see that she was chatting with the right person.

“… which wants a lot of brands owner to start searching for any information about you.” She reads the rest of the message and laughs at his jokes.

“Hey, this is Melanie Watson!” She crackles as she sends the message.

‘Does he forget who I am, or did he mistake me for someone else?’

She wonders as she waits patiently to receive a confirmation message from him.

“Are you not this?” She reads his message which makes her widen her eyes at the picture he sends, accompanying the message.

‘Fuck! It’s the picture I took at the parking lot, with Mr Gordon’s rose gold Lamborghini.’

She mumbles under her breath with her left palm on her mouth.

“How did you get to see it?” Her fingers type the message subconsciously. She rested her back on the backrest, thinking of who could have probably posted the picture.

“Archie!” she yells with teeth gritted. She grabs the bedspread in her hands, fuming in anger.

A beep sound of her phone grabs her attention, calming her down from the outrage she’s feeling.

She grabs her phone, hoping it’s another message from Andy but instead, it’s a message from Mr Gordon asking her to come down to the parking lot, for the shopping.

She wonders when this man is going to stop texting her with different numbers.

‘Shut up! You’re the one that didn’t save his contact.’

Her inner mind fires at her. She rolls her eyes, mouthing ‘whatever’ as she climbs down the bed.

“What am I going to wear for the shopping?” She asks herself, tracing her steps to her wardrobe.

She flung it open, and shuffled through the closet for a while, before settling down for a cranberry gown with a moulded cup shape which had a slit on both shoulders. She stripped from her current dress and clad in the outfit that she brings out from the wardrobe. The short gown that stopped above her knees hugged her body tightly, bringing out her shape.

She brings out a black Peep toe from the shoe rack and slides her feet into it, which fits her perfectly.

She hand-brushed her neatly styled hair and grabbed her black purse from the table. She slides her phone inside before zipping the purse.

She exhales through her mouth before walking out of the room.

Walking out of the front door, she notices that the guys are already at the parking lot, waiting for her.

She grinned wickedly when her eyes caught Archie by his father’s side, resting the back of his head on the car.

“Hey, you little devil! Come over here.” Melanie yells, grabbing Archie by his long sleeve shirt, and pulling him to the back of the car.

“Why did you post that picture?” Melanie blurts out through her gritted teeth.

Archie smirks in awareness of what she’s saying.

“What picture?” Archie raises his eyebrow slightly at her.

“The picture of me that you snapped the other day, why did you post it?” She groans, already getting tired of Archie feigning ignorance of what she’s saying.

“Oh, that one?” Archie says, rather as a question. “I posted it because you happened to be beautiful inside the picture.” He shrugs his shoulders, walking out on her.

“I’m still talking. Hello!” Melanie yells after him.

“Should we head back inside?” Mr Gordon groans, already getting tired of waiting.

“We’re done,” Melanie mumbles, pulling Archie inside the car with her.

They enter the backseat. Archie barely settled down on the seat when Melanie raises the question once again.

“Why would you post it?” She whispers to his face.

Mr Gordon enters the driver’s seat and starts the engine with the control.

“Do you know how many people must have seen it?” She whispers into his ear, glaring hard at him.

“I do know exactly how many people have seen it, but I’m certain they must be millions of people.

Mr Gordon stares at them from the side mirror, he wonders what secret conversation the two must be having that makes their whispers, make him look like a villain.

“What is it you guys are saying? He asks, his curiosity growing wide as he speaks.

“It’s nothing.” They both let out in unison, they stare at each other and start laughing, giving Mr Gordon a weird feeling.

“Whatever.” He hissed, concentrating on driving and constantly hitting the horn whenever he heard them whispering at each other.

Getting to the store, Melanie moved her gaze outside through the window. Only for her eyes to meet with the familiar store bringing out the incident of that night that has been buried in her mind.

“You forget to tell me what happened that night after you both left for hours,” Archie asks the question she’s been trying to forget.

“Let’s get down to shop.” Melanie grinned.

She opens the car door and scrambles into the store, leaving the guys behind.

Mr Gordon sees that as an opportunity to ask Archie what is going on with him and Melanie.

He turns his neck from the chair, staring at Archie who’s ready to step down from the car.

“What is it that you two are discussing earlier inside the car, what is the conversation all about that makes you guys say it in a whisper?” He asks, hoping his son will tell him.

“We already told you it’s nothing, what else do you know?” Archie hissed loudly, walking out of the car.

Mr Gordon sighs tiredly.

“None of them like me.” He groans. He removed the key from the engine, stepped out of the car, looked at it with the control before walking inside the store.

He walks in and he’s welcome by the guy from that night. The guy recognises him at once and asks how he was going to be of help to him.

Mr Gordon waves his hand in the air, “It’s fine, I come with family.” He says politely, making the guy look at him in surprise.

He hears the giggles from Melanie and a man from the other side of the section. He dismisses the guy and traces the voice that sounds like Melanie’s at the store with his ears wide open. The voice stopped and shrieked at the sight before him.

“You have three seconds to get your nutty hands off my woman!” He screeched, marching angrily towards them.

Melanie seems shocked by his attitude, It feels as if she just cheated on him by his reaction. She slipped her body out of the guy’s grasp on her waist and faced Mr Gordon with trembling hands.