Babysitting The Billionaire's Adult Son

t on the bed and cover herself with the duvet. She picks her phone from the nightstand table and off the switch afterwards. She put a call accross to her fri

ir is styles backwards leaving few strands to the front. His manly built body is something that can soften a cold heart of any ladies. She admire his ears as they were decorated with a pair of shiny stone stud. Melanie trails her eyes from his hair to his pointed nose, to his Hazel eyes and back to his heart shape mouth. She couldn't take her eyes off his pinkish lips until she finds the smirks that has been dancing at the corner of his mouth all along. With a snap of his fingers “Earth to you miss, you're here to look after my son and not to droll over his father. Have some respects to the title of your job” Mr Gordon smirks and Melanie founds her face flush in embarrassment. She successfully disengage the stairs with her gaze drops to the floor. “Good... Good Morning sir.” she greets the angel in front of her, because this man is not a human. “Alfred!” Mr Gordon says shortly and Melanie is force to raise her head to stare at him in confusion. Noticing the strange look on her face, Mr Gordon take the hint and slaps his forehead softly in realisation. “I guess the previous night incident made me forget to properly introduce myself.” he says softly and Melanie gush at how passionate his voice come out of his mouth. Melanie nods her head after she has done whizzling over his sweet voice. “I goes by the name Alfred Gordon. A lot of people refer to me as Mr Godon for work purpose. I'm the founder and CEO of Gordon enterprise. I'll prefer people to call me by my name ‘Alfred’ which includes you, since it's not work related...” Mr Gordon pauses and stare at the lady in front of him and she nods his head when he's sure she's paying attention to the introduction and not drooling over him. “I’m 34 years old hot dude,” she joke and Melanie founds herself smiling so hard with her gaze drop down to the floor. “Over to you?” Mr Gordon says, pulling the attention of Melanie. “Oh!” she nods her head and clear her throat before she opens her mouth to say anything. “I’m Melanie... Melanie Watson. I'm 28 years old. And I look forward to working for you sir... Mr Alfred.” Melanie corrects herself before she'll do anything that will anger the man before her. “Alfred! No Mr, this is not an office.” Mr Gordon warns and she nods her head in affirmative. Noticing the absence of his son, disengaging the stairs with his headphones on. Making his way