Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

The purring of a cat wakes Kayla from her deep sleep. She yawns and covers her mouth with the back of her hand.

She rolls her eyes tiredly and stretches her figure lazily on the affluent bed that she sleeps on.

“Ahh!” she winches in pain when her hand mistakenly hit the side of her face.

She brings her hand up to her face and rubs the side of her face, with her thumb.

Suddenly, something jumps on her and she sprang up to her two feet, slapping off whatever thing jumped on her with her left hand.

She moves her hand to the side of her body, attempting to bring out a handgun, but seems surprised when she couldn’t feel it.

She stares at her body to see that she’s clad in a white baggy nightie that swallows her body.

Her mouth twisted in surprise, couldn’t remember having this nightie in her collection.

Standing on the floor her eyes roam around the room, then drifted her gaze to the king-size bed and her gaze later meet with a cat on the bed.

“Oh, dear!” Kayla gasps and rushes back to the bed at light speed.

She carries the cat with her two hands and carefully places it on her left arm. Treating it with care.

“I’m sorry for hitting you.” Kayla apologises to the cat and it meows in response. Like it’s responding to her sincere apology.

She stretches her hand to its head and caresses the cat on its head.

“You’re so cute, hun!” Kayla smile, patting the cat lightly on its head.

She drops her gaze to its body, to have a proper check at its figure.

“How did you get in here?” she marvel.

The cat has very sweet features which allure Kayla to check out more. It has two beautiful eyes, adorably tiny paws, sharp claws, and two perky ears which are very sensitive to sounds. It has a tiny body covered with smooth white and blue fur and it has a furry tail as well. Its have an adorable face with a tiny nose, a big mouth and a few whiskers under its nose.

Kayla couldn’t hold her smile as she grin charmingly at the cat.

“What’s your name, sweetie?” she asks like the kitty is going to answer her question.

“Her name is honey.” A voice says by the door.

“She loves, so I name her, My honey.” The masculine voice tells and Kayla grin at the cutie that lay gently in her arm.

“The name suits her perfectly. I mean, take a look at her gorgeous face and attractive fur.” She tickles Honey on her ears. Suddenly, she darts her gaze towards the door, where the voice is coming from.

Kayla tosses Honey off her arm, she jumps down the bed and the poor cat started throbbing.

The guy sprints over to where his cat lays roughly on the tiles floor and he carries his pet in his hand.

“Who are you?” Kayla asks, glancing around the unfamiliar room once more.

“Where am I?” she gasps when her eyes was welcomed by the unusual room.

The guy doesn’t seem to care about her at that moment, all that’s on his mind is how he’s going to get Honey treated.

“I asked you a darn question. Where the hell am I?” Kayla yells.

She jumped on the guy and leap over the wall. The guy ducked and caught Kayla’s fist in the air.

‘Is he an assassin?’ she thought.

The strange guy twists her hand in a way that makes Kayla’s back hit his chest. Kayla forcefully turns her gaze towards his and kicks him in between his legs which causes his balls to bounce.

He winches in pain and holds his balls through the sweatpants.

He falls to the floor and rests his head against the bed

“You’re in my place.” The guy scoff when he realise that he need to tell her how she got to his place.

Still wincing in pain.

“What did you mean by I’m at your place?” Kayla yells. She forcefully grabs a handful of his hair and yanks it heavily.

“Stupid! You passed out in front of the old town coffee shop. I had to bring you here since the only contact that’s saved on your cell phone didn’t turn up.” He explains in pure pain and Kayla forcefully lets go of his hair.

She stretches out her palm to get him to his feet but he refuses her offer. He slaps her hands off and stands up on his feet, on his own.

“Eish! That’s embarrassing.” Kayla groans and brushes her hair backwards.

“What’s more embarrassing than to have someone beat you in your own house?” The guy scoffs, emphasising the word “own”.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” Kayla mumbles to the furious guy.

“Take your sorry with you, as you leave my house.” He grumbles and storms out of the room.

“Oh! Shit!” Kayla cursed and look around, searching for her dress.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

At The Mansion

Melanie turns on the bed, rolls to the left and her body is hit with a hard chest.

She groans and opens her lids, her eyes meet with the most handsome man on earth and her face lit up with a knowing smile.

She tries to get down from the bed but Mr Gordon’s hands whirl on each side of her waist, pulling her back to the bed.

“It’s much better this way.” he smiles, moving his hands on her waist.

Melanie secretly smiles at what he’s doing but doesn’t want to let him know that she’s enjoying what he’s doing.

“Hey, I need to go set things in other.” Melanie fakes a groan which makes Mr Gordon tighten his grip on her waist.

“C’mon, we can share the tasks. You know, I’m good at everything.” He grins seductively.

Melanie couldn’t hide her smile. She uses her hands to move her hair to her face.

Mr Gordon noticed what she was doing and he smirk to himself.

“Okay, fine, let’s go.” he beams, still on the bed with his eyes half closed.

“You’re still holding me?” Melanie raised her eyebrows and she feels his grasp on her waist loosen a bit.

“Fuck! Shit!” Mr Gordon groans, he completely lets go of her and rolls to the side of the bed.

He steps down from the bed and slides his foot into his grey flip-flop.

He turns his gaze to see Melanie is already on her feet, on the other side of the bed, laying on the bed.

“Good morning, my friend.” Mr Gordon grins loudly.

Melanie rest her elbow on the bed, the moment she hears that from him.

‘Oh! So, he meant what he said?’ she smirks, dropping her gaze to the bed causing her hair to scatter on her face.

‘I thought he unconsciously spew all those words to me, so he meant each of his words, huh?’ she grin inwardly, not believing that she was now a friend to this man before her, the filthy wealthy boss of hers that can pay to ask her flesh served on his plate for dinner. To this same man that’s scary yet friendly in his way.

She’s still lost in her fantasy world when she hears his bossy yet soothing voice of his, calling out her name.

“Mel, are you okay?” he asks worriedly and she snaps her head up to make eye contact with him.

“I’m fine, I’m merely meditating.” she smiles foolishly at herself and stands up to her feet.

Mr Gordon stares at her, templating if he should believe what she just said or not.

‘Do I have any reason to doubt her?’

He shrugs his shoulder when he realises that he doesn’t have any reason to doubt his newly discovered friend.

“Okay!” he smiles, hand brushing his jelly-black hair to the back.

“Thanks for your help.” He says to her in a shaky voice.

Melanie lifts her gaze from the bed to Mr Gordon and wonders what he’s thinking at the moment.

“You don’t have to thank me I only did what I did as every normal people should do.” she pause and watch the uneasy gaze on his face which was later replaced with an amused smirk on his face.

“You’re my boss, and I could get questioned or worst get fired if anything should happen to you,” she assure him with her plain look that she did everything for him with no strings attached.

“Oh!” Mr Gordon gulps nervously and hitches his nape.

“Even after I kissed you?” He raised his eyebrows, his curiosity is getting the better side of him.

Melanie’s cheeks turn red in embarrassment.

“You already apologized for it, so it’s fine. Really?” She assure him and he scoffed inwardly, feeling mad at what she just did.

‘Foolish!’ he thought and sighs at the last words.

He turns around to leave, he hasn’t taken his first step when a loud bang came from the door. Followed by a relaxed voice coming from the door.

“Good morning aunt. Can I come in?” Archie’s voice asks from the other side and they both freeze on their spots.