Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

MELANI’S P. O. V

I dipped the towel inside the bowl of cold water and squeeze it gently before moving it to Mr Gordon’s face.

I wipe his forehead with the towel and I watch him breathe soundly through his patted mouth that opened slightly.

Earlier, after kissing me on my lips and calling out the name “Selena” I know he’s not himself and I’m not mad at him.

But a part of me is angry at him for not seeing me for who I am.

After much struggle, he finally fall asleep with his head on my lap.

I went downstairs to fetch a bowl from the kitchen and a bottle of cold water from the fridge to wipe his sweaty forehead.

I couldn’t sleep as different thoughts run through my mind.

‘What if he wakes up tomorrow and forgets about everything that’s happening now?’ I thought with a sad look plastered on my face and I couldn’t help the sighs that follow.

‘What if he gets angry at me again, for touching his face?’ I groan when I couldn’t stop thinking.

“Isn’t he the one that asks me to pat him to sleep? So, why would he be angry because I’m touching him?” I scoff and dipped the towel back inside the bowl.

I wipe his forehead for the last time and my eyes started to get heavy. Just then, my phone started ringing and I reach my hand to the nightstand to fetch my phone.

Taking the phone and gazing at the caller I couldn’t help the smile that swept up my face.

I slide it to receive the call but Mr Gordon grips my free hand and stops me from doing so.

“Selena, where are you going?” he asks half asleep and I drop the phone back on the nightstand to focus on the man beside me.

Kayla can wait, right?

I adjust myself beside him on the bed and he tightened his grip on my hand.

“Selena please don’t go. They’re everywhere, looking for us.” Mr Gordon cries out. Tears gushing out of his Hazel eyes and I couldn’t just watch.

I need to do something to stop his nightmare.

I move my free hand to his face and brushed it on his smooth cheeks which seem to calm him down a bit.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m here for you and I’m never going to leave your side.” I smile, pretending to be the lady in his dream and I felt his hot tears on my thumb.

I sigh and proceed to stroke his thick black hair.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

He tensed at my touch on his hair and he open his eyes slightly.

“You’re beautiful!” he mumbles, staring at my face and I nodes in affirming.

“Yes, she’s cute. But can you please go back to sleep?” I groan, hurting by him staring at my face yet seeing someone else.

I continue to stroke his hair and I look down at his face to see that he’s still staring at me.

His puppy eyes flicker as tears stream down his cheeks.

“C’mon stop crying. At least I’m here.” I smile, stroking his hair with my hand.

What a poor man. Only he knows what he’s going through yet he wouldn’t let anyone in his life.

I exhale deeply as he blinks his eyes, his eyelashes moving up and down, making him look like a small boy.

I scrawl my fingers on his face and they landed on his lips, his heart-shaped bumpy red lips shots out to me, inviting me to have a taste.

I don’t know what came over me, I see myself moving my face closer to his, closing the space between us.

Our foreheads collide and I rub the tip of my nose on him which sends a shiver down my spine.

I cup his cheeks in my hand and I move my lips closer to his. Our lips are just an inch apart when I get a grip on myself.

I hastily move my head back from his. I place my palm on my chest, panting heavily.

“What was that all about?” I groan, knocking myself lightly on the head and see Mr Gordon smiling hard at me.

“Stop smiling huh?” I yell and pull my hair.

I slap my forehead in shame.

“How can I think of taking advantage of a man that’s not in his right mind? Isn’t that an assault?” I widened my eyes as I clasped my mouth shut.

“It’s okay Melanie.” Mr Gordon smiles brightly at me and I nod my head in reply.

But, did he just call my name?

I widened my eyes in shock and divert my gaze at him.

“Do you remember me?” I ask, not sure if he can see me as I am. And not some random lady in his dream.

Mr Gordon shakes his head positively, grinning at me with his eyes glued to my face.

“Of course, I know who you are, you’re Melanie my son’s discovery and Babysitter.” he blurts out and I sprang up on the bed.

He also sits beside me on the bed and takes my hands in his.

He traces his eyes from my hands and they land on my face.

His puppy eyes meet with my amber eyes and I am lost in his gaze.

“I want to forget about my past and move on with my life. But, it’s not as easy as it seems.” Mr Gordon sighs, squeezing my hands gently, reminding me that he’s still in possession of my hands.

“I hope we can get along well and you can help me forget about my dark past.” Mr Gordon says, deepening his gaze at me and I tremble at his worrying gaze at me.

“I’ll try and help you as much as I can, sir,” I mumble he glared at me, releasing his hands from mine and I feel empty as soon as his hands left mine.

“We can’t be friends if you insist on calling me ‘sir’ it would make me seem far because you’ll remind me of our relationship.” he groans and I feel bad for calling him ‘sir’.

I stretch my hands forward and carefully take his hands.

“I’ll be your friend. A friend you can run to when you are sad, a friend you can vent to when you are angry and a friend that will pat you to bed when you’re having trouble with your sleep.” I assure him with my bright smile and sniff my nostrils.

I didn’t know when tears started pouring out of my eyes and he reach out to my face.

He wipes the tears off my face with his thumb and I stare at him with a cute smile on my face.

“Because of you I didn’t experience pain on this day, thank you Anie.” he smile and I arched my brows at him.

“Anie?!” I smirk and he nods his head.

“Mel-Anie! Anie from Melanie.” He emphasis on the ‘Anie’ and I didn’t know when I burst into a peal of wild laughter.

“What?” he groans, covering his face with his hand and I remove it.

“My name is Melanie only Kayla has the right to call me Anie.” I fake an angry face and he stares at me. Confusion displays on his face.

“Who’s Kayla?” he asks and I grinned.

“She’s my best friend.” I smile and he scoffs angrily.

Wait, is he jealous?

I dart my gaze at his crease face and I try hard to hold my laugh.

“She’s your friend and so am I. Why can’t I call you the name that I want just because someone has already been calling you that?” he falls back on the bed, turning his back on me.

Wow!

I dabbed my mouth open.

‘Don’t tell me that he’s angry because of that?’ I wonder and I sigh.

I need to make him happy on this day, not the other way around.

I lay gently beside him and moves my hand behind my head.

“Oh! It’s only my friends that can call me whatever they want.” I mumble to myself, and of course, it should be loud enough for him to hear since he’s close to me.

“Then can I call you ‘MINE’?” he groans beside me and I nudged him with my shoulders.

“Of course, Alfred!” I grinned and he jerked his shoulder.

“Don’t call me by my name. Call me something cute.” he let out, still not looking my way.

Ahh! This is trouble.

First, he didn’t want me to call him Mr Gordon and now he also doesn’t want me to call him by his first name.

‘What a troubled guy’ I groan inwardly and I sigh.

“What about Mr Gordon?!” I smirked and he bounce on me, pinching my nose and I couldn’t help but to giggles under him.

Just then, he started to move closer and I close my eyes as I feel his lips pressed gently on mine.