LOGINDarcie“See….?” She tried to stop laughing. “Now, why are you in Sterling's mansion?”I sniffed. “Mr Sterling wants me to help Charles with his academics and pass, so I'm his nanny.”“Akright.” She brushed her hair back. “Who's Charles'?”“The son of Mr and Mrs sterling.”She nods. “Good. Now, I'm curious. Don't you see the distance between you two? The social imbalance. Do you even understand the power and legacy their family carries? What's gonna happen when they find out their son's nanny is sleeping with their son ? That would be a big scandal.”I dropped my head to the floor. Now, they both know Charles and I did it together because of Genevieve. “Don't you see. The both of you aren't compatible. I don't know what's wrong with Charles. Why is he choosing you? You're nothing but a loser. You're a scullery Nanny trying to ruin your reputation. What if I decided to tell Mr Sterling or Arthur.”“Please…”“No, Gen, Arthur has been sick. He's out of the country.” Sloame said. “Food po
Darcie I woke up blindfolded, strapped to a metal chair. It seemed I had passed out in the car. I panted and I couldn't even shout for help. The tape sealing my mouth even made it worse. I couldn't see anything and my eyes ached. I kept on struggling to free myself but the straps dug deeper into my skin, unyielding. I kicked harder but it's too tight. I heard a thud and footsteps. I stopped struggling for a while. The footsteps stopped…..and suddenly, I felt a hot searing pain in my hand. It stopped and continued again, I arched back to the chair, it felt so excruciating. I couldn't scream out loud, the sound was trapped because of the duck tape. “How do you like the pain?”The hot burning pain stopped for a while. Someone spoke. The voice was so familiar. I almost lost it. Isn't that Sloane? I felt hands on my jaw, the captor peeled off the tape aggressively and my screams followed, I gasped sharply, breathing hard like I'd been underwater for long. My lips tasted like blood. I've
Darcie I leaned against the wall, Charles wrapped his hands around my waist. I'm sad and happy at the same time. I turned to the window again. The bus was still there, his team stood by, waiting for their referee. That's right, today the black kings are leaving for an away game. Charles is supposed to be down there right now but we're just saying our final goodbye. His hands crept under my skirt, found his way to my panties and shifted it. He dug his two fingers inside of my folds. I moaned so loud he shut me up by kissing my lips. My legs started to shake and he placed me on a table. “I'm going to miss you.” He smirked, still pumping his fingers. “Me too.” I shut my eyes, my body twists, like I was riding on his fingers. “Someone could walk in here.” I whispered, moaning deeply. He rubbed my clit and I cried. Then he pulled his hands away, leaving me craving him and wanting more.“Yeah.” He cupped my face. “Don't let anyone bully you while I'm away. Okay?”I nod. “Okay.”“Be stro
Darcie The look on Genevieve's face scares me. She doesn't overreact like the way Sloane does. She doesn't act like a maniac like sloane. There's always a calm look. But I didn't trust it. She liked Charles too. Beneath that calm face, it seemed like she had other motives. I slowly stepped backward, Sloane was obviously trying to cause a scene in this ballroom. I stared baffled at them both, Sloane wanted to step forward but Genevieve held her back. “Enough. What is with you? Don't embarrass yourself.” She snapped at her, calmly..It worked. Sloane released a huge breath, her head tilted, she gave me a hideous look. “That girl…I HATE her so much.”Genevieve walked further and before I could even move back she grabbed my wrist, I lurched towards the both girls, almost losing my balance and tripping. “I don't want any trouble.” I begged, voice cracked. “Just let me go.”“Sloane, do you know I walked in on them naked.” She turned to Sloane. Sloane laughed, surprised. “Who's ‘them’? D
DarcieGenevieve had somehow stolen Charles' away, leaving me and Sloane behind. It seemed like Sloane had a competitor. She was pissed about it. Or maybe two competitors. Genevieve and I..No. I'm not competing for Charles'. He chose me. He loves me. So-instead, I'll say, I'm their competitor. Maybe. I watched Sloane's vein pop from her neck. She sure looks angry. I didn't do anything but just looked away, staring up at the podium and Sloane grabbed my hands.“If you know what's good for you, you'll avoid Charles with all you have.” I sighed deeply. Doesn't she even get tired? “Sloane.” I slumped my shoulders. “How do you expect me to avoid him? I'm literally his nanny.”“Exactly. A nanny is not supposed to be seen in places like this. You have no business wearing this dress.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed a piece of my clothing. “A Jenna Barb collection.” She angrily lets go of it. “Charles must have spent a lot on that.”“Yes. He did.” I smiled. Her voice dripped with hatred.
Darcie We left school, and he drove in his sleek car to this huge fancy boutique. As we got into the elegant store, I'm blown away by the different sectors of dresses and other clothes, shoes and jewelry. Charles' led me upstairs. He said he knows a lady there. It's more beautiful up here, the floor is spotless and the ambience lighting added to the overall catchy outlook.“Hey, Colette.” He said, calling out to a woman holding a hangar by the glass. She looked up and a smile lit her face. “Charles Sterling?”Charles held my hands and we walked closer, I'm just here, feeling nervous, like I don't belong in this extravagant world. “Welcome. Welcome.” She smiled. “What are you shopping for?” Then she stared at me. “Hi.” She waved and I did the same. “Hello.” “Colette, we need a dress for our school's founder's ball. Theme is anything.” “Okay. No problem at all.”Charles sat on the lounge chair behind. I was standing with Colette, showing me some designs and their tailors. I'm busy







