Chapter 1

We were like an average working class family. My dad was a seasoned accountant who was rarely at home most of the day and my Mom on the other hand just got a new job yesterday at a petroleum firm and was resuming this morning. Now it will be just me and my kid sister Kiki every day at home!.

My eyes rolled in anguish as I thought frustratingly to myself.. My kid sis was just 4yrs old and I recently turned 18yrs three days ago... Technically, to the society - I was an adult; but to my dad and mom?! No, I was still a kid in their sight.

"Mom I need to go check my result today, but I can't take Kiki along" I called out audibly as I stood in my mom's door post watching her stuff documents into her handbag hastily..

"oh pls... pls Joshua" my mom yelled swaying her right hand in the air. "If you don't go today, then you will tomorrow. Besides I've found someone to work as a nanny now that I have gotten a job." she concluded without turning around to look at my direction.

"Nanny!".. I exclaimed disappointingly in my mind while clenching my fist in anger. I was willing to endure the boredom staying at home with my kid sis, but a nanny?? No. I wasn't ready to have an old lady control my every moves.

"Mom, pls why nanny, am not.." I said nearly to finish my sentence before my mom interrupted.

"Then oya, let me call her to forget about it now!" my mom yelled out irritatingly before finally picking up her handbag as she turned around and approched the door; walking past me into the dining room. I couldn't blame her for her outburst, I knew it was the anxious feeling of a new job that was working her out!

So I streched my hand and held her door knob - closing the door behind me as i followed her...

"No mom... I didn't mean to...it's just that" I stuttered and stopped talking as soon as I heard our palour doorbell ring. Then I froze - 'This was really happening!' I thought sadly to myself while staring gloomily at my mom..

"Ehen... Joshua go get the door, that could be the nanny" my mom commanded as she sat down to access her bag.

I walked sluggishly towards the palour door - with no zeal or happiness for he Nanny's coming whatsoever; then i swung the palour door wide open as I reached..

"Pls if you..." I said harshly with an instant pause as my whole body froze in astonishment.

"Pls is this no.7?"... Her tender voice rang softly into my ears as all I could do was to nod my head speechlessly in response, for I had lost my stance and lacked the power to speak...

"Joshua!!... Is that the nanny?" My mom's voice cried out from the dining room when she suspected that I was taking long in responding to the guest..

"Pls come in" my voice raspy finally came through as I shifted to give her an entry space. Just as she walked in, I felt the warm skin of her right arm brush lightly on my right arm - making my heart skip as I leaned forward to close the door. The tickling effect it had on me was magical! Or maybe I was overly reacting.

"This way pls, follow me..." I streched my right arm forward as I fastened my pace - leading the way.

"Mom, the lady for the nanny job is here"... I smiled as I notified my mom who was now turning slowly to look at me...

"You're smiling Joshua... Ehn.. minutes ago you protested that I shouldn't bring the nanny. Now all of a sudden you're showing me your 32" my mom hissed playfully in a chuckling voice as she then lifted her gaze to look at the lady.

I clenched my right fist hard in embarrassement... 'Great! She's just ruined my one chance of being a gentleman' I cursed inaudibly under my breath as I lowered myself and sat down at the opposite end the dinning table.

"My dear, sorry for keeping you waiting... My friend Cecilia recommended you for the job that was why I invited you over" my mom said as she turned her body on her chair to fully face the girl. "just tell me something little about yourself, because am rushing to work" she concluded calmly with a warm smile on her face.

I sat awkwardly on my chair trying hard to maintain contact with the nanny who stood in front us - clenching unto her portable handbag with both hands in front of her legs .

"My name is Abigail Ma, and I live with just my dad. Am 23yrs old, trying to save up money for my studies..." she spoke smoothly as she swayed her right hand demonstratively in the air.

'23yrs!'. I gasped startlingly in shock as I lifted my eyes to admire her.

"I knew it... I said it that she's in her twenties" I thought excitedly to myself; her beauty was of a younger person with a fair complexion that gave her the pampered personality - she was healthy and had a seductive shape. I could see her curves even underneath the short pleated gown she was wearing which was few meters above her knees. Her oily thighs...