Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

Alfred P. O. V continues

“What does that suppose to me?” I furrow my brows.

“Don’t ask me that. You should know I’ll never tag myself as part of the Gordon.” He grumbles.

Archie brushed his shoulder against my chest as he makes his way inside. I open my mouth in shock, unable to comprehend what just happened.

“Is that my son?” I ask no one in particular, I watch Archie till he’s completely out of sight.

I mean, Archie is the one that has been making it obvious all these while, trying to get Mia’s attention and now that he’s getting his babysitter’s attention, he doesn’t care about any other things. And did he not disown his family just now?

“Should I worry about this?” I sigh.

I walk inside the house and make my way to my room. Getting inside, I rush to the bathroom to have a quick shower.

“Did Archie just disown his own family?” I ask myself and growled under the shower as I couldn’t find myself to get him off my mind.

I walk out of the bathroom minutes later with a head towel wrapped around my head. I dry my hair hurriedly checking the wall clock to see that time is no longer on my side.

“Shit! I need to get out of here as soon as possible.” I mumble, throwing the used towel in the bin.

I apply the lotion on my body and dry my hair with the hand dryer.

“I would not like to keep her waiting.” I groan, rushing to my gigantic wardrobe to clad on anything I could lay my eyes on.

I shuffle through the tons of suits and I get confused about which one to wear.

Mia will try to taunt me with my look if I dare not look the best. I sigh and pick out what I think is the best and walk to my dresser.

After cladding in the white neatly folded white trousers, and an ocean blue inner shirt, I adjust the champagne gold leather belt that matches my shoe. I fix the collar of my deep green jacket and slip my billion-dollar Rolex watch on my wrist.

I peek at my reflection in the full-length mirror and I’m not satisfied with my look.

“What needs to be adjusted?” I sigh and grab the hairbrush, doing Justice to my hair.

“I hope I get it done just this once.” I groan and grab my hair spray.

“Oops, let’s match it with a silver stud,” I smirk and pick out a shiny stud from my earrings collection and fix it on my left hair.

“Perfect!” I wink at my reflection and curl the strand of hair that I leave at the front with my hand.

“Everything is in order.” I whistle as I make my way to the couch in my mini living room.

I grab my phone and a car key, I stride out of my room afterwards whistling to a random song that comes to my mind.

I descend the stairs, watching my steps as I walk elegantly down the stairs.

I sights Archie squats on the three sitters’ couch, munching on the chicken pizza and I suddenly crave some.

I tiptoe to his back and steal a slice from the box and he yells in fright.

“Oh! It’s just me, big boy.” I smirk in a pleasant way that you could mistake for an apology.

“Fuck you!” Archie cursed, giving me his best deadly glare which makes me chuckle widely.

“Say that to your father,” I replied to him with a raise of my middle finger in the air.

I look sideways “Did I just curse myself?” I mumble to myself with a smile.

I look back to see Archie glaring at my back, I wink at him and started walking toward the exit twirling the key in my hand as I make my way outside.

I walk to the garage that’s just a stone’s throw from the exit and I press the control in my hand. A white Lamborghini makes a sound and I walk to where it was.

I unlock the door to the driver’s seat and get in. I insert the key and ignite the engine, the car makes a romantic sound and I smark the starring, driving out of the compound after the gate crept open.

Mins later.

I get to the store exactly 20 minutes after and I park at the nearest space. I pull to a halt and step down from the car.

I lean my back on the car and stretch out my wrist to check the time, and I smile seeing that I’m just 5 minutes late for the party.

“The star always arrives late anyways.” I comfort myself with an assuring smile that crept up the corner of my lips.

I close my eyes, waiting for the lady of the day and just then I hear a step… No, I hear footsteps approaching.

“I shall take my leave now.” I hear a guy’s voice says and I quickly open my eyes to behold the owner. and just then my gaze landed on the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

“Melanie… Is that… You? I stutter, not believing my eyes.

She smiles and clutches tightly at the purse in her hand and drags her feet to my front.

I smile nervously and take two steps forward, covering the space between us.

“You look… great!” I compliment her, I discreetly roam my eyes on her curve shape and I hitch my jaw nervously.

“Thank you.” she smiles, dropping her gaze to the ground.

“Oh! This way, your royal Majesty.” I smile as I guard her in the passenger seat.

She smiles and enters the car after opening it for her.

I close the door after she has settled in, I beam in excitement and adjust my suit jacket very well.

I wouldn’t want to look like a nobody, besides her. I chuckle and strides back to the driver’s seat and get inside the car.

“Hmm!” Melanie clear her throat, and I get the hint that she wants to say something to me.

What could that be? I sigh.

“Please, hmmm, sir, where are we going?” she implore and I gulped nervously.

Since when did I start feeling nervous around my employer? I groan in obvious disappointment in myself.

“What were you doing out here with my son?” I gathered enough courage and I stare at her with a stern face.

“Oh! That?” she gulps down what I don’t know down her throat.

She moves a strand of hair behind her ear giving me free access to her cheeks which were crimson red.

Has she been blushing? With whom? I widen my eyes in shock and I could swear the guy she’s been blushing at can’t have half of my handsome.

I scoff and glare hard at her.

“Why would you take my son out without my permission? You even drive my car without consulting me?” I yell at her and she flinches in shock.

Calm down Alfred, you didn’t mean to scare her you’re only angry that she’s blushing over a random guy, right?

My subconscious shouts at me and I bang my fist on the starring.

“I’m sorry, Mr Gordon. The house was somewhat stuffy and he looked unhappy, judging by the look on his face and I decided to bring him out here to lighten up his mood.” Her voice sounds broken like she’s about to tear up.

“It’s my fault for persuading him to hang out with me, please punish me for I’ve committed a grave sin.” she let out.

I wanted to hug her to my body and tell her that she did a good job. I wanted to cup her cheeks in my palm and gaze at her cute face and tell her not to feel bad about it. I wanted to praise her for making my son happy.

“Yes, you should be punished for not knowing your place and that’s why I’m taking you to the party.” that’s all I can say and my hands start trembling on the steering wheel.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles.

I steal a glance at her face and see her wiping out something that looks like tears off her face, with her palm and I feel bad for making her tear up.

I hate you, Alfred! I cursed and started driving out of the store.

Melanie look out of the window, gazing at the beautiful city of New York and I wouldn’t lie, the view is always nice here, at night.

She looks gloomy and I feel bad for making her feel that way, I blame her for making my son happy and if you should blame anyone then it must be me.

Can you at least smile? I groan and she stares at me.

“Why should I smile?” she asks and I mistakenly step on the break.

What, did I say that out loud? I yell.