The Billionaire's Secret

ELLE I must be at the wrong house, I thought as I looked uponthe enormous penthouse that was certainly owned by a royalty. Mia, my bestfriend told me how her father’s friend needed a babysitter to take care of afive-year-old boy, but there must be a mistake. I looked down at the paper in my hand that had the address writtenon it. Maybe Mia wrote the wrong address down, or maybe she was just playingwith me. Nope, Mia won’t do that. She knew how much I needed the money rightnow. I was due to pay my student loans or I won’t be able to take an exam nextweek. After a few minutes of mental debate, I decided that it was best if Ijust rang the doorbell and ask. I mean, come on, what could be the harm inasking? I stepped out of the Uber then walked up to the penthouse’s gate.I rang the doorbell. Almost instantly, the door swung open with the cutest little boy Ihad ever laid eyes on. He had big sapphire eyes with a light brown hair. He wasjust so adorable. The boy looked up at me with a wide buck toothy smile. Far behind the boy, I could hear a voice yelling—not so muchshouting though it was stern and strong. "Noah! How many times have I toldyou not to open the door for strangers?” I could not see the face, but I wasinstantly turned on with the voice. He had a British accent. Noah, the little boy so full of light, he yelled back in his cuteinnocent voice, “Daddy, this is no stranger. It's a pretty girl!" I saw the boy being picked up onto the man's arms. I looked up atthe father and I already knew the fact that I was in the wrong house. There wasno way in hell that man could be the father. I had expected the man to be inhis late thirties with a belly fat and greasy face, but it wasn't the case. Helooked like he was in his late twenties at most. He had a black untied tiearound his neck that still needed to be tied. His shirt unbuttoned revealing asmooth looking ample chest. My mouth parted in astonishment. I instantly noticed his eyes,they were nothing like Noah's. His eyes were emerald with a rim of gold aroundit, his angular jaws looked strong, he had a perfectly trimmed facial hair. Iteven made him more manly. I gulped hard. I am certainly in the wrong house! "You must be Isabelle,” his voice snapped me out of my tranceat his perfect masculine body. Never in my life had I been so turned on. "Uh, yeah. Just Elle." I cleared my throat, a littlesurprised because I was actually in the right place. "Oh, thank God. I was afraid that you wouldn't show up sinceit was last minute noticed and since it’s Saturday. Come in,” he invited. Noahwas still in his arms as he let me through the door. He continued to talk. "Usually, I have Grace look after Noah, but she has to take aleave because her daughter is giving birth. I have all the emergency numbers onthe fridge in the kitchen.” He really was a devilishly gorgeous man with the perfect lean bodyand dark hair. God, I suddenly wanted to rub my hands down at his stomach. Heprobably had a six-pack there. Ugh! What are you thinking about Elle? He is a dad. Snapout of it! I chastised myself as I continued to listen to the man. Hedid sound pretty worried as he set Noah to his feet to play in the living room,then he led me to the kitchen. He opened the immense fridge, I had ever seen in my life.Everything in the house was massive. "If Noah gets hungry, everything isprovided here. Just make sure he does not have anything with peanut butter,he's addicted to that stuff and Noah’s been puking from eating too much. Pleaselook after him into that extent,” he explained then he then led me back to theliving room. I found Noah playing with a white toy car in front of a massivetelevision screen probably larger than the size of my bedroom wall. “Do you have any questions?" he asked. I just stood therelike a dumbed ass looking at him. “Huh?” I gaped at him, completely spaced out. I heard him asked meif I had any questions, but I just couldn't get over the fact of howfine-looking he was. The word ‘beautiful’ to describe him wasan insult. He was more than beautiful. I just wasn’t sure what could theperfect word. There was no way he could be that little boy's father! "Do. You. Have. Any. Question?" he repeated, breakingdown every word as if I was stupid. I could see in his eyes that he was in ahurry and was waiting to make sure that Noah was going to be fine with me. "Um, yeah, wait, no, I don't have any questions,but umm... What do I call you?" I asked, feeling rash, having to askthat question. I should have known his name already, but when Mia had called anhour ago about babysitting a boy and they were paying a hundred dollars anhour. The only thing I had time to hear was the address and no other details. Surprisingly, the question I asked relaxed his face a bit,"Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you my name. I'm Liam, Liam Braxton, youcan call me Mr. Braxton,” he said in all seriousness. When he told me to call him Mr. Braxton, I wanted to burst outlaughing. He looked too young to be called Mister, but he was clearly abillionaire from the vibrant look of the house where I was standing. “Okay then, Mr. Braxton it is.” I nodded, holding back the laugh,but rapidly, it turned into a gasp as I saw his lips turned to a dashing grinto show off his perfectly white teeth. I must be in heaven. I almost wanted to faint.He had the most angelic smile I’d ever seen. “I’m going to go finish up getting ready,” he said then he quicklyran up the mezzanine type stairs, leaving me in the huge living room with Noah. For some reason, this just seemed like a dream. I thought as I setmy backpack on the white couch, taking a seat on the floor. I know that a manlike Mr. Braxton would never notice a college student like me. I wasn't likethe other girls in school. I only had one best friend, Mia, who was thecomplete opposite of me. Mia was a top student in our fine arts major. She hada long blonde hair, perfect body and she was dating an actor from the theaterclass. I, on the other hand, was a wallflower who worn a square-framed glasses,unruly brunette hair and had an average body. I never even asked out on a date.I knew it's sad, I was already twenty-two and not one guy has asked me out.Standing beside Mia, I was always gone unnoticed and with mypersonality, I was a shy tone to every word that comes out of my mouth. Personallyto say, Mia and I would never be friends if we hadn't known each other sincepreschool. “You want to play with my car?" Noah asked, snapping me backto reality. I looked down at the boy with his big eyes looking into mine. “Sure,” I responded with a smile. The boy could even ask me tojump off a cliff and I would do it. He was just too adorable. “You can be the bad man and I will be the police officer,” hesaid, and then he started to make siren noises. “Oh no!" I yelled in a fake concern as I moved the crime carfast with my hand. Noah lifted up the toy police car, then moved it behind my car,"Arg! I'm coming to Mister; you are going down!" Noah mimicked aroaring voice he probably watched in action movies and then he began movingfaster and faster. “You’ll never catch me!” I laughed, realizing how quickly I gotcaptured into the boy's fantasy world.     LIAM I couldn't believe my eyes. When I came down after getting readyfor the gala, I saw Isabelle playing with Noah. I didn't know why I was surprised,probably because I had expected her to be reading some book on the couch whileNoah played by himself. That’s how it usually went when I hired babysitters atthe last moment, but this girl was different. She was actually playing withNoah and his fantasy games. "You are under arrest!" I heard Noah said as he jumpedon top of Isabelle, causing her body position change from on her knees to herback. I expected her to get angry, to my surprise she giggled. "Noah!" I yelled pretending to be angry but actually enjoyed seeing Noah gettingalong so quickly with the babysitter. Usually, to these events with the randombabysitter, except for Grace, Noah would always come running with a crying faceon the end. This time, it seemed like things may work out, "you do notjust jump on people. What did I say to you last time?” I told Noah in a sternvoice. I saw Isabelle’s bright laughing face turn into a serious one as Noahmoved away from the girl. “I'm sorry,” he apologized to her, then his innocent little facewith the pout and everything. "Don’t worry about it buddy," she grinned, then she satup with her legs crossed on the floor. There was something bizarre about her,not in a bad way but just odd. I knew it wasn't her beauty. There was nothingoverly beautiful about her, except for her innocent looking face and maybe abit of her chest. Whoa! What the hell are you thinking about Liam? Ishouldn’t think that way about the babysitter whose probably too young for me.I wasn’t some f*****g teenager. I’m turning thirty in the next few months and Icould get any woman whenever I please. A man at my age won’t find a woman like Isabelle desirable. She’spractically a girl and I don’t f**k students. I heard she was a college studentlooking for a part-time job. I have been always careful with my actions; everymove I make would mean everything. I was one the youngest billionairesunder the age of thirty in Manhattan, being caught with a young college studentcould land my whole reputation as a businessman down the drain. People alreadyexpected me to fail in the corporate world because of my young age and having ason and all, but I wasn’t going to let that bring me down. "Daddy!" Noah yelled, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Yes, Noah?" I responded, looking down at the little boywho was now tugging at my hand. "Can Elle make me a peanut butter sandwich? Please, Daddy?”Whenever Noah asked me on that face, I always flinch from the thought of thesick little boy from eating too much peanut butter. He knew that peanut bettermade him sick last time, yet he still insisted on eating it. “No, you’ll get a tummy ache. Listen to Daddy, Noah.” I told himin a stern voice, then he ran towards Elle who was now standing up. "I should be back around ten. No matter what Noah tries toconvince you, I am telling you now, his bedtime is at eight. No exceptions.” Ireminded her, giving a quick glare at Noah. He had a habit of persuading newbabysitters that his bedtime was later thaneight. “Ah, one more thing, he can only watch G-rated channels and onlyG-rated movies.” Isabelle’s face brightened up, “Don't worry, Mr. Braxton. I'llmake sure Noah is taken care up.” Elle assuredit was then that I noticed her hazel eyes. They were quite extraordinary. I nodded, satisfied with her answer. “Very well,” I moved to theside counter towards the kitchen, then I picked out the keys to my Aston Martinand left.