Angry Sisters

Malcolm hated himself. Literally. He hated himself for being attracted to his children’s new nanny. He hated that he couldn’t control his thoughts when she was around and he hated that that made him grumpy towards her. But it wasn’t his fault that he found her attractive. She was beautiful, anyone with two eyes could see that – with her long black hair and her striking hazel eyes. The way her lashes fluttered whenever he looked at her.

Malcolm was starting to regret employing her. He had always had one rule and it was “Do not mix business with pleasure” and now, he was about to throw that rule out of the window for this woman. It was a terrible idea to sleep with his children’s nanny, yet he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why couldn’t he stop thinking about it?

Now, the same woman was moving into his house. He was in his office at home, listening to all the noise she was causing, simply by moving her things into the house. He could hear the jamming of doors and the sounds of his kid