Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

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Mr Gordon’s shoes click on the floor dazzlingly as he makes his way out of the conference hall of one of his prosperous companies, in New Zealand. His secretary (Harley) trails quietly behind him, swaying her hips magnificently in a black short gown she put on, she held tightly onto the file in her hand and swirls her hair over her shoulder.

None of them says anything as they enter the office that looks so much like his office in New York City. A black swirl leather seat hid behind a well-arranged office desk, and tons of files was placed on both sides of the desk with a MacBook Pro at the centre of the desk.

A resting area at the far end of the vast room, a long circular sofa with a glass table in the middle. A flat-screen TV hung neatly on the wall, with a mini fridge in a corner.

Mr Gordon hastily walks towards his desk and plunges into the seat. “What about the project cost of the building resort? Any news? Have you received the estimated budget and have you gone through it?” he asks, as soon as he settles on his seat.

“Yes, sir,” Harley replies, pushing forward and placing the file in front of him. “I’ve gone through it, the plans for the resort have gone accordingly. Both the construction team and the town mayor have approved the blueprints. I have the estimated budget here and if you approve, you may sign and I will give it to the construction team so they could start by next week.” she says, with her hands clutched tight to her back.

Mr Gordon nods, and he rolls up his black button-up shirt to reveal his veiny forearms. He moves his hand to his white tie and loses it a little. His jet black hair was neatly parted, which was pushed up in the front. It was a little curly in the front and the back of it. Making him look extra hot.

“I will check it later,” he says, he sounds so smooth and swaggering. “Do we have another meeting for today?” he asks, picking up a pen from the pack.

“No, everything here is going accordingly.” she smiles brightly, stretching her legs as she speaks. “We don’t have anything on our schedule.” she beams and extricates her hands from her back.

“Good!” Mr Gordon smiles, shoving his head in the file in his hand. “Guess we can leave today then?” he says, rather in a questioning manner.

Harley shakes her head slightly. “It’s 3 pm already, our flight has been booked and we’ll be taking off by 9 am, tomorrow. After the meeting with the exec,” she informs.

Mr Gordon sighs, he taps on his phone screen and stares at the wallpaper. His gaze not leaving Melanie as she smiles warmly at him, through the phone.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“I can’t wait to be with you again,” he mumbles under his breath. Scribbling his signature on a file.

“What did you say?” Harley asks, peeping at his phone screen.

“Oh, nothing. Not you.” he smiles, raising his gaze to stare at her for the first time since they got to his office.

He gasps, seeing her standing with her palm resting on the table. “Why are you on your feet, you can sit down, Hayley.” he gestures to the seat across from him, and she takes the seat happily.

“Alfred?” Harley calls out to him, rubbing her sweaty palms together.

Mr Gordon drops his pen to stare at her, he knows they only interact as friends when they want to have a friendly chat. They are done with work, aren’t they? So they are free to chat.

“Yes, dear, what is the matter?” he arches his brows, watching Harley moving nervously on the seat. “You can tell me anything,” he assures her with a calm, yet smooth voice.

“The… The last time we had a conversation about your love life, I mean, I want to ask if you later take a bold step?” she stutters, not knowing how to put it in her words.

“Oh,” Mr Gordon smile, staring at her face with an amused look on his face. “I did.” he nods, his cheeks growing bigger as he curves his cheeks up.

“It turns out she loves me too, and was afraid of letting it out.” he moves his hair to the back as the incident of that night comes afresh in his memory.

“Oh,” she mouthed, gulping hard on the seat. “Congratulations!” she smiles and stands up from the seat.

“Why don’t you stay for a cup of tea, and a plate of chips?” Mr Gordon suggested, he stand up from his seat and walk over to the resting area.

“Sure,” Harley mumbled nervously.

The duo stride to the resting area and Mr Gordon walk over to the counter to brew them a cup of tea each. While Harley takes out two plates of chips from the mini-fridge.

“Heard there’s an event at the organisation today? Do you not know?” Harley asks, placing the plates on the table.

Mr Gordon walks up to the circular sofa and hands over a cup of tea to Harley. “It’s just some preposterous interview, nothing interesting.” he retorts with an eye roll.

Mr Gordon walks in and seat down next to her, facing the flat screen. “Should we at least watch it?” Harley smiles, taking the mug to her mouth.

Mr Gordon shrugs. “We can. But it’s nothing interesting, I warned you,” he replied, taking out the chips.

Harley put on the Tv and put it on Star Channel. The organisation’s news cone up follows by a recent interview with the organisation.

Andy shows up on the screen and Mr Gordon scoffs in annoyance. “I will rest a little before working on those files.” he pointed out to the files on the table.

“Okay, sure.” She drops the mug to concentrate on the screen.

Mr Gordon wanted to turn around and leave, but his gaze drift to the screen and his eyes lands on Andy’s arm.

“Is that not the necklace?” his eyes widen in shock as he couldn’t take his eyes off the necklace around Andy’s wrist. The craft and everything screamed ‘That’s my necklace’ He hastily turns his full gaze on the screen, but unfortunately, the camera was taken away from Andy and just then, the interview ended.

Mr Gordon couldn’t be so sure of what he saw. The necklace is the only pair in the whole world and he couldn’t think of any reason why Andy now has it. He remembers giving the Necklace to Melanie and Melanie is somehow close to Andy, which makes a good reason why he’s wearing something that is meant to be with Melanie. A part of him doesn’t want to believe that Melanie could give out the necklace to Andy, knowing pretty well it was given to her, by him?! But a part of him says ‘Something is going on between the two’

He paces to and fro in the resting area, with Harley staring confusedly at him.

“She has been acting strangely lately, is that what it is? Cheating on me, with Andy!” He cries out, balls of sweat form on his forehead and he didn’t bother to wipe it.

“Alfred, what is the matter?” Kayla asks, she stands up from the sofa and moves closer to touch him.

Mr Gordon steps back and raises his hand in the air for her to stop. “I need to fly back to New York City, today! And now!” he yells at her.

Harley shudders fearfully at the way he said those words to her. “What about the meeting with the exec?” she asks in fear.

Mr Gordon ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t give a fuck about them, I’m leaving now, you can stay here if you want.” he squeals and walk away from the resting area.

Harley stares at Mr. Gordon’s back till he’s completely out of sight. “He’s going insane.” she sighs and picks up her phone to place a call to the board.