Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

Mr Gordon drives inside the compound and parks at the garage.

He’s going to attend a reception by 8 pm and he needs to get home as early as possible to get his son ready for the occasion. His son needs to be there.

He steps down from the car and didn’t bother to check out the cars at the garage, no one can get inside the mansion without his help so he has no reason to check his stuff.

He strides inside the building and he’s greeted by the usual quietness of the living room.

What was he expecting? Not like he has anyone to welcome him so why be sad?

He sighs and proceeds to his room.

Once inside, he takes off his suit and strides to the bathroom to have a quick shower.

He’s not happy and a blind man can see it. He steps under the shower and turns it on with his thumb. The cold water splashes all over his body and he moans in relief.

He uses his hand to move his hair backwards, he stares at himself in the full-length glass and blushes at his reflection.

He’s handsome and hot, no doubt. But will she accept him even though he’s somehow against it? He thought and couldn’t help the sigh that escape his mouth.

“I hope it goes well.” he kisses his teeth and turns off the shower.

He picks up a neatly folded towel and hangs it around his waist.

He walks out of the bathroom and moves to the dresser. He dries his body with the towel and dumps it inside the bin. He picks up his body cream that screams wealth.

He applies it on his body and closes the lid. He picks up the dryer from the drawer and plugs it into the socket. He turns it on with the button and dries his hair with care.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

He off the socket and drops the dryer back to where he took it from when he’s done drying his hair.

He picks his hair lotion and applies it to his thick black hair.

He moves to his closest and his phallus dang along with him as he moves. He picks out a white hairy sweater and a pair of black Jean trousers and lastly, he picks out a designer man shorts from the collection. He move back to the dresser and watch his reflection in the mirror as he was glad in the simple house outfit he had picked.

He picks up his phone and walks out of his room. He looks around hoping to see his son or his babysitter anywhere on the balcony but they’re not there even in the living room.

“Wow!” he exclaims.

He sits on the two-sitter couch and operates on his phone. He decided to check his notification and he seems surprised to see that he had an unopened message from the buffer.

“What has she done this time?” He scoffs, clicking on the message without thinking twice.

“What?” he widened his eyes in shock.

He quickly stands up to his feet and rushes to the garage, beholds the car is not there as the buffer said.

He picked up his phone to put a call to her but get surprised to see a notification from Instagram. His son posted a picture hours ago.

He scoffs “since when did he start to take pictures?” He says to himself and clicks on the notification, resting his head on one of the car’s trunks.

He widened his eyes in shock at the picture his son had posted. It was a picture of Melanie posing in the lost car.

But wait, she is fit for the role. Should he just go with her instead? He thought for a while and smile at the idea.

“Yes, let’s go for it, I’ll pay her handsomely.” he grins, rushing back inside to get the car key.

He steps out seconds later after he had randomly picked a car key. He gets to the garage and press on the control and a white sports car make a sound.

“There you are.” he smiles before getting inside the car.

He drives out of the mansion, heading for the most luxurious store that will provide what he wanted.

He steps on the break and the car pulls to a halt in front of an extravagant store. He steps out of the car and strides inside the store through the glassy double door.

A male attendant rush to welcome him and he shakes his head at him.

“Call me any female attendance that knows much about fashion and style.” He says to the guy and he nodes in the affirmative.

Seconds later, a lady in a black mini skirt over a white neatly pressed shirt walks up to him with a beautiful smile on her face.

“Hi, my name is Hannah, how may I be of help to you, sir?” the lady asks politely. Not only does she dress smartly, but she also seems courteous with a perfect shape and a gorgeous face.

“Oh, hi. Can you please pick out a dinner party gown for my partner by taking a look at her picture?” he asks nervously and the lady smiles.

“I’d love to do that for you, sir,” she reply with an assurance smile.

“Okay, thank you.” he smiles bringing out his phone from his pant pocket.

He taps on the screen and the phone comes to life.

He scrolls through his son’s pictures on Instagram and he is stunned to the bone to see that the picture has been taken down.

“Really? Archie!” He groans angrily with his teeth gritted.

“Is there any problem?” The lady asks, noticing his discomfort.

“It’s nothing! Hold on for a second, I need to call someone.” He force out a smile, walked out of the lady and started walking toward the exit.

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Archie couldn’t believe his eyes and he open his mouth to tell Melanie to turn back but couldn’t find his voice.

He gulps down the lump that hung his throat and Melanie stares at him, wondering what the problem is.

Archie nudges her to stare out of the windscreen but Melanie is too confused to understand what he’s saying.

Just then a knock comes on the windscreen, pulling their attention.

Melanie opens her mouth in shock before undoing the seatbelt and Archie do the same.

Melanie stares at Archie for help but it seems they’re both in trouble.

“I’m dead.” Melanie cries out before stepping down from the car.