Babysitting The Billionaire’s Adult Son

The doorbell chimes loudly, interrupting Melanie from the cake she is chiselling in the kitchen. She pauses and glances at the door wondering who is by the door.

Who could it be? She couldn’t tell.

Suddenly, a thought creeps up her little mind, and she let out a muffled gasp.”Andy didn’t tell me he would be coming in person. Did he?” she mumbles to herself as she peels off the gloves. “Does he not have an interview? Though he told me that!” Melanie marvels and rushes to get the door.

She stops by the entrance gate and put in the password, she yanks the door open to reveal someone resting its back on the wall. “Hey, did you now know who possessed the…” Melanie trail off, seeing the person’s face from up close.

Melanie’s eyes widened and her mouth fall slightly open.

“Kayla!” She gasps in shock. “What are you doing here?” she groans as she steps aside for her to step in, not wanting to let her disappointment be known to her friend.

Kayla scowled at her, she shoves Melanie out of the way as she steps inside the building, looking around the environment with a bright smile on her face. “Aww, such a fine House! I should have taken Honey with me.” she grins loudly, feeding her gaze at the refinement of the house.

Melanie pause to think of the reason why her friend came visiting, instead of Andy. “Why are you here?” she asks in a calm voice, stepping away from the door to shut it.

“Melanie Watson! Oh my goodness!” Kayla cries out, staring dagger at her as she folds her arms angrily. Taking her gaze back to Melanie.

Melanie narrow her eyes at her, wondering what she did wrong that could make her earn such a disgusted look from Kayla. “What is it? She asks innocently.

“What did you mean by ‘what?’ I journeyed down here to see you, and all I could get is ‘what are you doing here?’ really? Where is your courtesy?!” she scoffs, turning her back to Melanie.

Melanie chuckle lightly, she steps to Kayla’s front and places both hands on her shoulders. “That’s because I wasn’t expecting to see you. Why would I be mad to have you around?” she whines, lunging and grinning at her face.

Kayla’s mouth twisted into a grimace. “Are you sure that’s just it? Not that you hate me now, and you don’t want to see me ever again?” she asks, pouting her lips with a dim eye.

“What?” Melanie laugh, not believing her friend. “Is this my ‘little ms cop’? or is there another soul living in this pretty body?” she rants, pulling Kayla’s cheeks, pretending to check if she’s a ghost.

“Stop this nonsense!” Kayla laughs, slapping her hands off her cheeks. “Do you have anything at home? I am feeling ravenously hungry.” she fumed, striding towards the front door while rubbing her stomach.

“Now, this is the Kayla that I know.” Melanie giggles silently. “Too old to eat outside, and too young to cook by herself. Always looking for a girl like Melanie to cook for her. A friend like Kayla.” she rolls her eyes playfully, trailing behind her to the front door.

“Say whatever you want.” Kayla hiss, fuming in mortification. She promptly stops walking, drags up her nose in the air and whiffs the scent of chocolate cake. “Is that chocolate cake that I am smelling?” she grins happily, charging towards the house without waiting for a reply.

“Hey, wait up! This is not my place, you can’t do just anyhow you want.” Melanie yells after her. She steps inside the living room and slams the door shut.

“What do you mean by ‘this isn’t your place?’ Of course, everywhere you stay is your place.” Kayla’s giggles echo as she rushes up to the centre table, looking for the cake.

“I told you this isn’t my place, I might get fired.” Melanie groans, pulling Kayla along with her as she makes her way to the kitchen.

“Fired? Then I’ll find a fault in your boss, we will put him behind bars.” she chuckles, sliding her hand out of Melanie’s grip.

“Is that how it works? Silly.” Melanie shakes her in disbelief. Kayla is something else, but she’s not always that playful.

They enter the kitchen, Melanie pulls Kayla inside when she stands still by the door, gazing at the counter. she slightly pushes Melanie off and enters deeper into the kitchen, grinning like an idiot.

Kayla gasps, seeing the sliced cake laying beautifully on a round tray. “Are those for me?” she exclaims happily, a desirable smile creeping up her face. Her eyes glow under the dim light, shining brightly at the sight of the cake.

Melanie slaps her forehead in susceptibility, she gazes at Kayla drooling over the cake with her hands on her waist.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“No. I have no idea you were coming, so those are for Archie.” she sighs, walking over to take the tray.

Kayla grabs the tray before she does and rushes up to a seat on the stool.

Sitting on a stool with a tray of sliced cake in her hand is Kayla, she set the tray on her lap and grins widely as she takes a slight bite from it. “Hmm,” she moans, munching cheerfully on the cake.

“You can’t eat everything!” Melanie scold, yanking the tray from Kayla as she grabs another slice from the tray.

“What then am I supposed to eat? Not like you have any other food to offer.” Kayla spat, shoving the cake in her mouth. Nibbling angrily on it.

Melanie didn’t say anything, she walk up to the fridge and take out a bottle of milk for Archie, and a can of Coca-Cola for Kayla.

“Here you go.” Melanie toss the can to her and she caught it in the air.

“That’s it, here we go again. Beverage every time.” she groans and flicks it open.

Melanie shrugs her shoulder. “That’s all we have here, so deal with it.” she chuckles and places the bottle of milk on the tray, right beside the cake.

Archie strides down the stairs with a pair of headphones on his ears. He zips up the zipper of his grey shirt and plunges into the couch.

“Mom? I’m here, should I come for my cake?” he yells to Melanie, pausing the song he’s playing.

Kayla’s eyes bulge out of its socket, and she spits out the drink in her mouth, almost choking on her saliva upon hearing Archie refers to Melanie as ‘mom’.

“What’s going on?” she asks, dropping the drink on the counter. “Don’t tell me,” she gasps, placing her palms on her mouth, to smoother her voice.

Melanie rolls her eyes playfully. “Yes. He proposed and… We are dating now.” she moves her ring finger to her face, showing it to Kayla.

“Oh my God!” she screams, jumping down from the stool to hug Melanie. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she groans, pulling her tightly into a hug.

Melanie gasp for breath, she feels her soul leaving her body because of how tight Kayla smug her for a hug. “I was thinking of coming to see you after I settle everything,” she confesses, gesturing for Kayla to free her body.

“Can you let me go now?” Melanie finally ask, hissing loudly as her neck hurt badly.

Kayla smiles happily. “I’m sorry, I am just too happy that I didn’t know.” she beams with a smile and releases her from the hug.

“When did it happen and how?” she asks, dragging Melanie to sit on the counter, so she could narrate everything to her.

“It was the night of his son’s birthday, he confessed his feelings and we mark it weeks ago.” she smile shyly, looking away from Kayla who has a smug smile plastered on her face.

“You mean… He has eaten the forbidden fruit?” she smirks, grinning devilishly at Melanie.

“Come on Kay, stop saying it out loud,” Melanie whines, her cheeks have turned rosier in such a short period. She turns around and picks up the tray in her hands. “It’s confidential, and it’s embarrassing, having your best friend talk about how you get laid.” she jokes, and Kayla snot amidst her laughter.

The door to the kitchen abruptly pulls open, revealing Archie standing with his earphones on. “Mom, I’ve been waiting since,” he grumbled, stepping inside the kitchen with his gaze on the tray.

“Oops,” Kayla gasps, seeing Archie there. She made to turn her gaze away from him, but that’s what divert Archie’s gaze to her.

“What?” he yells, taking off the headset. “It’s you, isn’t it? The crazy cop?” he chuckles, moving towards her. “What are you doing in my house?” he glare at her with his arms crossed.

Melanie hastily understands the situation. “Kayla is the cop you met yesterday? I should have known.” she grins, recalling how Archie got home the previous day, telling her how a crazy cop had banned him from riding the superbike and how she made him inspect a bookstore will her.

“Sorry!” Kayla clamps her lips together, staring from Archie to Melanie.