Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

Alfred’s P. O. V

After leaving Melanie in the care of Hannah, I walk back to the guy that came to attend to me earlier. He bows his head a little as I move closer to him by his desk.

“Are you shopping?” He asks me calmly, standing up to his feet.

“No, but I won’t be here to welcome her. Please debit me her bills, here!” I utter, dropping my black card on his desk.

I turn around to walk away but suddenly halt and turn my gaze back to the guy.

“Do treat her well,” I added and the guy nodes his head in the affirmative.

“Good!” I smile inwardly and finally walk out of the store.

“Melanie please help me!” I mumble the moment I step outside.

January climate is still very cold which makes the evening cold very pleasant to the body of those that had a sweater on. I adjust the white hairy sweater on my body and inhale the sweet scent of the air with my gaze shut tight.

“How much I love the smell of evening breeze.” I smile and a moan escapes my mouth.

I open back my eyes and a sigh retreat from my mouth as I remember that Archie is still locked, inside the Maserati Quattroporte car.

“What are they doing out here, by the way?” I sigh audibly and make my way to where the car is roughly parked.

I better let it slide if I truly want Melanie to help my sorry ass. She will obey my command if I choose not to speak about it, right?

I smile at the thought and I’m proud of the man of action that I am.

I bring out the key of the Maserati Quattroporte from my pant pocket and unlock the door with the control. I retrieved the key from Melanie early before taking her into the store.

I just hope Hannah dolls her up to my taste. I wouldn’t want to use a minute to explain to my dad how I meet her, and still use the other minutes to explain to Mia how I happen to meet a lady that’s not a fashionista like herself.

“Oh! Humans are dramatic.” I sigh and open the door to the driver’s seat.

I enter the car and close the car door with a brief closing and opening of my eyes.

I see Archie jark up at the sound of the opening of the door and he closes his eyes back when he realises that the person that enters is me, and not Melanie.

What is the relationship between these two? I thought and clear my throat before inserting the key and igniting the engine.

“What are you doing here?” Archie asks not taking his head off the backrest.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Were you surprised that it’s not your babysitter?” I ask with an audible scoff that comes out of my mouth without realising it.

“Speaking of her, why is she not out here with you?” Archie asks, lifting his head off of the backrest.

“She’s paying for your sin. You know that I’ve never granted any of your nannies the chance of stepping out of the mansion.” I say, hoping he’ll just shut up already.

“What have you done to her?” Archie yells, grabbing me by my shoulders.

“Shouldn’t your stupid brain tell you that I can’t possibly kill her inside the store?” I tease him, with an obvious smirk that crept up the corner of my mouth.

“I swear I’ll hunt you if anything should happen to her,” Archie yells with tears streaming down his eyes.

I smirk and turn my hands on the stirring, making a reverse before driving out of the store parking lot.

“What about the white sports car you came with?” Archie asks out of the blue and I’m forced to stare at him.

Since when did Archie start to care about me and my properties? I couldn’t help but wonder what brought the sudden worries.

Is he finally coming back to his sense? I smile and quickly cover it up with a smirk.

“Why did you care?” I scoff and he rolls his eyes at me before looking out of the window.

The moment Archie stopped talking to me, that’s when I’m left on my own again. I started thinking about how I’m going to explain and make everyone believe that Melanie is my woman.

Oh, this is annoying. I groan and slightly bang my fist on the stirring, and it makes a sound that I guess angers Archie because he suddenly turns his head at me and gives me a deadly glare.

I chuckle because I’ve always found his glare funny. His girly glare is not something a well-built man should find intimidating.

I drive inside the compound after the gate crept open. I park the car carefully at its usual spot in the garage and step down from the car.

Archie is already out of the car by the time I walk to the side of the car.

“What is your relationship with your babysitter?” I ask calmly, not wanting to let it seems like I’m angry.

I’m not angry. Don’t get me twisted. But, I don’t want my son to develop any friendly motive for his babysitter.

Archie sighs and I can tell that he’s tired of seeing my face. I understand but I won’t leave him be unless he does as I want.

“What do you want to know? What answer will be pleasant to your ears? Tell me so I can avoid telling you what you want to hear.

“Answer me before it’ll be too late for you to save her,” I yell at him and I watch as Archie’s face turned pale.

Archie’s face twisted to anger.

“What have you done to her?” He yells, tugging at my sleeve and I slap his hands off my expensive sweater.

“She’s fine where she is and stop worrying about a mere babysitter.” I spat angrily. Angry at the thought of Archis getting along with Melanie.

“Her name is Melanie and stop calling her a mere babysitter’ she’s my Aunt and she has a name.” Archie fires at me and my arms drop in surprise.

“What did you mean by Aunt? Mia is the only Aunt that you have, get it into your stupid skull.” I yell, tapping his head with my index finger.

“Since when did you start tagging me as a part of the Gordons’?” he scoffs and I watch my eyes ball dilate in shock.