Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

MELANIE’S P. O. V

The drives to God knows where is so tense. Mr Gordon isn’t saying anything to me concerning where he’s taking me, and the intense feeling of following him to where I don’t know is starting to eat me up.

After he told me to smile earlier and I asked him to confirm what I heard, he hasn’t said anything since then and I’m starting to feel bother about it.

Come to think of it, he said where he’s taking me is to serve my punishment for taking his son out, yet he bought me a dress that could cost a fortune.

Just what is going on in his head? I thought, not getting a hint of what is happening.

But wherever he’s taking me to must be important. Judging by his sediment dressing and how he had me all doll up. Don’t get it wrong, Mr Gordon has always been dressing dazzlingly but, there’s excess in his tonight outfit and it’s obvious that he’s going to somewhere important.

But if it’s that important then why is he taking me along with him? I sigh and smack my head lightly against the windscreen as I couldn’t help but to think of the current situation.

“What are you thinking?” I hear the voice that I’ve been dying to hear asking me a question and I jerk up to stare at him.

“Sir… Hmm, nothing… But where are we going, sir?!” I ask not understanding why he’s keeping it a secret from me.

“Is that what you’re thinking?” he asks calmly and I nodes my head gently.

“Good!” he sigh, adjusting on his seat.

“We are here for a business meeting and my family is going to be there. My dad, and twin sister, Mia.” he pause and I urge him with my eyes to continue with what he’s saying.

He understand the clue and continue anyways.

“My Dad is a major share holder of the foundation and he’s like the face of the party, my sister, Mia. Well, she’s like the Golden child to my father, so she’s a bit rude.” Mr Gordon pause,

“Are you listening at all?” he ask and I nodes my head positively.

“I won’t be telling you much but please do the mathematics with your head.” he slaps his forehead in annoyance and I raise my brows at him not understanding why he’s suddenly regretting bringing me here.

Well, I never ask to be here. I discreetly rolls my eyes at him.

“Most importantly. You’re here as my partner and they’ll be finding every possible means to get you to spills some things about us, please know what you say to them. Remember we’re partner just for tonight so you should be able to bail me out.” he mumbles the last part lowly and I shut my lids for a while, digesting what he just said and summarise it to my knowledge.

“I’ll help you as much as I can.” I didn’t realise when I blurt it out, because Mr Gordon’s face instantly lit up in a charming smile.

Taking a closer look, Mr Gordon is indeed very gorgeous.

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“Melanie for goodness sake we’re partner. Call me Alfred!” he sighs and I widen my eyes.

“Can I really call you that?” I ask to be sure that I’m not committing a sin.

“I give you permission to call me, Alfred. I can give anything for tonight to be a success.” he smile and I only nodes my head in reply.

If care is not taken my head will fall off if I continue to nodes my head to every question I’m going to be ask.

“Please!” Mr Gordon makes a cute face. He take my hand in his and squeeze it lightly.

I freeze on my seat and I unconsciously slip my hand off his grips.

Mr Gordon stare at me for the last time before taking his face back on the road. He ignite the car and proceed with the driving.

He pulls to halt in front of a big hotel that has a lot of men in black at the front, guarding the place.

I stretch out my hand, ready to pull the door open but Mr Gordon quickly pulls my hand down.

“Wait for them to open the door for you…”

He hasn’t done talking when two men comes from the crowd, opening the car door of both side.

Mr Gordon step down from the white Lamborghini that he takes to the event, first and I step down afterwards. Mimicking how’s going to behave. The car gently get parked at the parking lot by one of the guard.

As soon as we stepped down from the car, different press comes to welcome us by flashing their cameras light on our faces, taking pictures.

Mr Gordon walks to my side and he grab me by my shoulder, pulling me to himself and I shake nervously at his touch.

He moves his face closer to my ear and the press go gaga and they uses the opportunity to capture more pictures of us.

“Please raise up your head, be bold, walk with confidence, smile to the camera only when necessary and don’t let your purse fall to the ground, and also don’t hold it too tightly.” Mr Gordon rushes his words so we won’t take much time.

He nodes his head and I genuinely smiles at the camera, giving them my best smile ever.

We walks on the red carpet and the press tries walking in with us, but the guards stop them from doing so.

We strides on the red carpet that leads to the podium and he release his grip on my shoulder once we get to the podium.

There stand a man who’s likely to be in his early 70s, the man dress elegantly and a lady stands right beside him.

Calling her gorgeous will sounds a bit rude, because she’s gracious in her stunning dress that speaks nothing but wealth. She must be Mia that Mr Gordon was telling me about, judging by their strike resemblance one could easily tell that they are family.

As soon as we get to the podium, The lady was having a conversation with a man in suit who constantly bows to her on every word she utter.

Noticing our presence, she discard the man and divert her attention to us.

“Congratulation on your successfully lunch project.” Mr Gordon fake a smile and bring out a tiny box from his suit jacket and hand it over to the man whom I assume to be their father. Judging by how Mia stick to his side.

Mia smirk on seeing us and quickly cover it up with a smile.

“Congratulation, sir!” I says with a slight bows.

I open the lid of my purse and bring out a tiny box that Hannah had slide into my purse earlier.

She told me it’s a gift that’s meant to be deliver and I understand that, this must be what she meant. I mean, Mr Gordon just present a gift and it will be rude of me if I don’t present any.

Mr Gordon squeeze my hand lightly, I understand what it means. It means “Well done!”

“Good to see you brother.” Mia smile at her brother and Mr Gordon return the same smile to her.

“Didn’t know you’ll be coming!” the man mumble truthfully and I can see his lips parted in a beautiful smile.

The man step down from the podium and people put their hands together for him.

He leads us to a coated table and we all take our seats.

Mr Gordon sit beside me and Mia sit direct opposite me, while their father sit, facing Mr Gordon.

“How can you not know that I’ll come? You sent invitation.” Mr Gordon rolls his eyes and the man only smile in return.

Oh, he hasn’t forget about the question. I chuckle inwardly. drinks and dessert is served after we’ve finally settled down on our seats.

“Thanks for coming!” The man smile at him and finally divert his attention to me.

“Who’s she? Why don’t you introduce her to me?” the man ask and Mr Gordon smiles, moving his gaze to stare at me and I look away shyly.

“She’s my…”

“Oh, dear you look beautiful.” Mia smile at me, preventing Mr Gordon from introducing me to his father and I appreciate the interruption.

“You’re more beautiful.” I smile back at her and she cup her cheeks in her palm.

“I know right.” she smile and pick up a wine glass from the table.

“What is your surname and what organisation does your father partner with?” Mia bomber me with a question that makes me batch my lashes rapidly at her.

“What… What did you mean?” I ask, sputtering as I gaze at Mr Gordon to set me free from Mia, but he is looking somewhere else, not paying attention to us.

“Oh! That is Mitchell, Mitchell Brooks. Isn’t she beautiful?” Mia asks, sneaking a peak to where Mr Gordon is looking at.

I also trace my gaze to the direction they’re both starring at and I scoff unknowingly, seeing them talking about another woman right beside me.

I mean, the Mitchell Brooks is a pretty lady but she can’t be compare to me. I can swear that I’m more beautiful than she is.

“Should I invite her over to the table? She has be dying to meet you.” Mia smirk and I stare at her with disgust.