Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

In the busy road of the city, Mr Gordon pulls his red Lamborghini to a halt in front of the old town bar. He loses the buckle of his shirt and rolls up the sleeves.

He steps down from the car and marches angrily inside the bar. There, he sights his son causing a ruckus with the bar attendant.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Oh! Welcome, Mr Gordon.” The lady rush over to meet Him as soon as he strides inside the spacious lounge.

Mr Gordon raises his brow when he sights his son being held down by the male attendant.

“Care to tell me what is happening here?” Mr Gordon grumble as he divert his attention to the lady that came to welcome him.

“Oh, bless you, sir, this young fellow came here a while ago asking for liquor and judging by his appearance it’s clearly shown that he’s a high school kid that’s supposed to be receiving a lecture.” The lady mumbles with her fingers intertwined behind her back.

“So why did you call?” Mr Gordon inquires taking his gaze from the lady to his son who seems wasted, judging by the way he’s staggering from the male attendant’s grip.

“We told him to heed back to school that we don’t serve liquor to underage kids.” She mumbles the last part with her gaze down.

Mr Gordon smirked before shaking his head.

“Why did you call me here?” He raises another question and the lady stared at him with a confused gaze.

“Of course, we had to call you, sir. He’s your son and we couldn’t just watch him get wasted since he already had a bottle and started to cause a commotion. He’s a son of a public figure and we couldn’t let his reckless act get to the media.” The lady slightly raises her voice which makes Mr Gordon secretly grits his teeth.

“Send an email across to my Secretary, she’ll compensate you for whatever damages my son might have caused.” Mr Gordon lets out and strides over to where his son stood.

“Release your grip from his shoulder.” Mr Gordon spews calmly. The male attendant let go of him making Archie smirks.

He turns around to face his father with an eyebrow raised.

“You bastard, what are you doing here?” Archie scoffed, pointing his index finger at his father.

“You’re drunk Archie, let’s get you out of here.” Mr Gordon says, dragging Archie along with him as he makes his way out of the bar.

Getting outside, Archie slaps his father’s hand off his sleeve and enters the car by himself, he bangs the door shut and rests his head on the backrest.

Mr Gordon smiles and waves his hand at the ladies drooling over him, at the coffee shop next to the bar. He walks over and enters the driver’s seat. He ignites the car engine and drives out of the lane without sparring his son another glance as he hit the road that leads to their estate.

He creased his brows as no one refuse to say anything to one another.

The gate automatically slides open the moment the car pulls to the front of the mansion. Mr Gordon drives in and pulls to a halt at the garage.

He opens the driver’s seat door and steps out angrily.

“I give you 5 secs to meet me in my room.” Mr Gordon command as he makes his way inside the mansion.

Archie sluggishly steps out of the car and rest his head on the windscreen as different thought runs through his mind.

Not that he’s afraid of his father, neither is he anxious about what his father is going to do to him, but he’s tired of getting scolded every minute he tries to get himself wasted.

He knew he was too young to be taking alcohol but he couldn’t help it since he was only a child who needs parental care.

“Are you alright?” Melanie asks standing a few steps away from him.

Archie removes his head from the windscreen and turns around to face Melanie who had to confuse look on all along.

“Why do you care? Excuse me!” Archie slightly nudges her out of the way and strides inside the mansion.

Melanie sign tiredly and open the back seat door. She fetches Mr Gordon’s suitcase and takes it inside.

‘I hope they settle their feud soon’ Melanie thought, walking upstairs to deliver the Suitcase to her boss.

Archie opens the door and enters his father’s room without announcing his presence. He rests his back against the door and stares at his father who had his back facing him.

“Why would you do that?” Mr Gordon asks, not taking his face off the window.

Archie connives his shoulder “I did it because I feel like it is the right thing to do.

“And how’s that the right thing to do?” Mr Gordon yells, turning around to face his son who had a smirk dancing at the corner of his lip.

“Do you realise how much it would have cost me to shut the media if that had gone public? Do you have to behave like a ludicrous kid, when you ought to focus on your studies?” Mr Gordon yells angrily, he takes a few steps closer to Archie who doesn’t seem to care about his rants.

“So you can care about your stupid reputation and not me, I’m your fucking son,” Archie yells back at his father.

Mr Gordon raises his eyebrow and crosses his arms over his chest.

“What makes you think I’ll choose you over my reputation?” He asks with a malicious smirk on his face.

Archie scoffs “Nonsense! I’m your fucking son!” Archie yells at the top of his voice which seems to impress his father.

Mr Gordon laugh and shortly his face becomes hard once again.

“Since when did you acknowledge me as your father I can never father a bastard son.” Mr Gordon mutters, only if his husky baritone voice could be called mumble.

Archie’s heart skips a beat and he mulls over what his father just said, he opens his mouth to talk but instead, tears begin to stream down his cheeks.

“So you weren’t my father?” He asks with a broken voice. He clenches his fist hoping to hear a soothing answer from his father but instead…

“I never said I was your father, you can use your head to do the calculation.” Mr Gordon towering says. He covers the space between them and his figure towering over Archie.

With the last strength in him, Archie pushes his father and his push seen to not have any effect on him.

“So it is true that I’m not your son. I don’t think it’s worth hiding because you never act like my father.” Archie screams at his father.

“Now you know, so stop acting recklessly because it can never get to me.” He replies. He walks up to the window and secretly clenches his fist.

“You know what? I hate everything about you!” Archie spat and walks out of the room.

He opens the door and bumps into Melanie, who stood dead on her track with her mouth open.

“Did you hear that? He’s not my father, and I’ve been waiting for the wrong twist.” Archie cries and throws himself at Melanie.

Melanie moves her hand to his back and stroke it lightly not knowing when she started crying.