Chapter 8

Darcie 

I know Mr Sterling doesn't like it when Charles talks back but I see nothing wrong that should lead to this. Also, Charles isn't supposed to speak up for me this way. It would get him in trouble. 

“You…you speak to your father this way?” He let go, pushing him off and Charles stumbled but didn't fall. 

“Mr Sterling, please. I'm the one at fault here.”

“Shut it! Darcie miller, don't forget your role here. You're here because of your useless father.”

My vision was blurred with tears but I refused to let them fall. I bowed my head. 

“Anf What did you do that you're serving punishment ?”

Silence. I didn't utter a word. 

“Answer me!”

“I fought.” I explained the truth. 

“Just imagine. Bad influence towards the school. You are a disgrace to the academy. And you Charles, don't need to wait for her. I don't want the both of you close unless it's nanny related. Also, I want you present in the house whether you're serving punishment or not. I don't care.”  

I remembered Charles' words the other day when we kissed. His father knows Charles helps me and would destroy me to keep him in line. I shuddered. 

My knees start shaking. I clutched my stomach and I felt dizzy. I was fucking hungry. “I'm so sorry sir. I promise, I will try to adjust.” 

“Sorry for yourself.” He spat. “Your mother and I would be traveling for a senatorial meeting. You would join us on Friday. I'll arrange for it. Goodbye.”

They walked into the car and their baggage was being packed in. Charles just strolled back in. Mrs Sterling gave me a small smile of ‘it’s going to be okay’ . I returned it back and waved to her. I don't know what that was but it was odd. 

I walked in to follow Charles. 

“Charles! Charles!”

He stopped midway at the stairs. 

“About the scouts. It's Friday and your dad wants you to be present with him. What are you going to–”

“Save it, Darcie.” He cuts me off. “Just save it.” He trudged back up. I sighed and ran to the kitchen without thinking. Mr and Mrs sterling out of the house. Hell yeah, I totally loved that. While I rushed to the kitchen, the aroma of food made me salivate more. I opened the pans and pots and dished out hot rice pilaf, stewed chicken and casseroles. And take a full cold orange juice carton from the fridge. 

I wolfed and devoured the food, chugging the juice. I leaned back to the chair, patting my belly , sighing in satisfaction. That was awesome. 

I just head upstairs to my room after clearing and washing my plates. I tried to sleep but I couldn't. Just resting when a knock came from my door. I opened it and it's Charles. 

“Come with me.”

“Where to?”

“Just follow me.” He turned to leave and I closed my door, trailing behind. We went downstairs and I saw bottles of alcoholic drinks, vodka and lots more. A mound of white powder and shisha pipes laid out. Bottles of liquors too. 

I gasped. “Charles, what's going on?” I tried to hold it but he shoved my hands off. 

“Back off. I didn't ask you to touch anything.”

I still tried to grab the coke. “What are you doing? This is harmful and crazy!”

“It's none of your business. Listen, I'm throwing a party. And I want you to help me do something.”

I objected. “I am your Nanny. I'm not supposed to be involved in this.” I crossed my arms, frowning. 

He scoffed. “Who told you you're involved? You'd be upstairs while I party with my friends. All I wanna do is send you on an errand. Now, go to the kitchen. There's a whole lot of ingredients ready there. Prepare mini spring rolls, chips and skewers.”

“What if your Dad finds out?”

“He's not here and stop asking me questions. Do what you're told. After all, you're the nanny here.” He smirked and I curled my lips in anger. 

“Fine.” I walked away into the kitchen. There's cabbage, chicken, carrots, plantains, meat, and lots more on the counter so I start peeling and chopping and cooking. Charles walked in and grabbed a hot chip. 

I hissed. “Can you let me finish before you start eating?”

“Shut up and get to work.” He raised his shoulders. “Listen, my friends would be here any moment from now so you do your job.”

“Leave this place. I need to focus.”

“What if I don't.” He grabbed another one and I pushed him back. In his attempt not to fall, he grabbed me along and I fell into his body, my head resting on his chest and we collapsed to the floor. Our faces are just an inch away. Eye to eye contact, breathing hard. My breast brushed his chest and for no reason I felt that tingling sensation down my body. 

He spun me around and pinned me down so that he was directly on top of me. His hands pinned both of my hands to the floor. I was suddenly caged. 

“You're tempting me to do something bad, Darcie. You're fucking driving me crazy.”

I swallowed. “What do you mean?”

“I'm holding back myself.” He confessed and then forcefully pressed my lips and whispered to my ears. “I've been holding myself.”

He lays down to the extent I felt his bulging cock from his pants on my pussy. His fingers found my nipples and he circled the area. How did he know exactly even when I was putting on clothes? I moaned softly. My chest heaved, lips parted. “Then don't hold yourself.”

His lips crashed unto mine, wild and hungry. Our tongues tangled together, breaths turned ragged. His hands roamed and cupped my breasts. Then the doorbell rang. He jolted up from my body. 

“They're here. Get to work.” He says breathlessly. I stood up embarrassed. “Whatever happened now was just nothing.”

“This is the second time we're kissing. What exactly are we?” My brows fell. No. No. Darcie. You're not falling for him. 

“You're just my live-in academic handler.” He chuckled. “What do you mean what are we? You think…..” he laughed. “You think the both of us…..”

“No. I don't think anything you bastard.” I grit my teeth. “Get the fuck away.”

I returned back to stirring and he left. 

Darcie…. focus. I scolded myself.