NANNY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE

Emily Tamara JacobsIt wasn't just any Monday to me especially as I got to resume work today. Now, don't get me wrong. It wasn't like I didn't have a job before now. I did but now, I had to work for another family as a nanny and for some reasons known to me, I was suddenly nervous.“So, what were you saying again?” My maternal cousin, Selene, asked as she placed on the island the basket she had been bringing with her from the bedroom. She turned toward me as she wiped her hand clean with a napkin.“I was asking you to give me a preview of what my soon-to-be boss looks like. I mean, who he is.” I explained. She sighed and dumped the napkin back in its place before walking over to her son who was settled at the breakfast bar happily munching on his cereals. We were both shitting ourselves.“David, eat slowly.” She muttered as she ruffled his brown curls. Six-year-old David glanced up from his meal and stuck out his tongue at me. I smiled and waved back at him.“I thought you told me tha

Emily Tamara Jacobs I gulped, a little bit too loud, my heart hitting my chest at an abnormally fast rate while fearing that he might have heard me gulp. My palms had turned sweaty, and I wiped them on my jeans hurriedly, just as he spoke again.Wasn't it a bad idea to step into the territory of a rival?Was I not making a big mistake?Am I being sensible at the moment? “Reece, I don’t think I’d like to repeat myself,” he said, his tone laced with malice. I felt a shiver run down my spine, wondering if that was the same tone he used with everyone he was talking to. “You already know what I want. Get it done with,” he added, before removing the phone from his ear. I could hear the beep sound made by the phone once he clicked the red button. My feet remained rooted to the spot, and my voice seemed to have disappeared, as I just stood there, staring at his back, my heartbeat not refusing to slow down. What the fuck was I doing again? Oh, Christ! I began mumbling some prayers withi

Emily Tamara Jacobs. I looked around. The walls of the room were painted indigo and white. The bedspread of my bed was black, with four purple pillows spread out at the head. I love how warm and cozy the colors are. I eyed the walk-in closet, a part of my mind whispered that now was the right time to get my ass off the bed and arrange my clothes into it, and the other part told me to lay my back on the bed and let the comfort whisk me away to wonderland. I gave in to the other part, laying on the bed, a soft moan escaping my lips as I felt the muscles in my lower back loosen. I stretched out my hand, searching around for my phone and picking it up. I texted Selene, informing her that I was settled in William’s house, before setting up an alarm for myself. I dropped the phone next to my ear and then released a contented sigh as I closed my eyes. I whisked my eyes open moments later. The alarm was so damn loud. Reaching for my phone which I had tossed somewhere earlier, I took it an

William Henry BlakesI let out a sigh as I rubbed my eyes. I turned away from the door and slowly crept away from the place, heading down the stairs. Suzlzie had one of her nightmares again, sending me out of bed.It started a few months back. She was still three when it began. It was the same day her mother left that she started to have those nightmares. A part of me wanted to hate her for leaving but why should I be bothered? They were all the same thing. They acted the same way.I walked down the stairs in the dark, running my hand through my hair. I had gotten sensitive the past few months since the nightmare started. Usually, I would just stand by her door and let her nannies handle it. I never went in because they were always there before me. I didn't think I would be able to handle seeing her that way, crying and tossing about. If I would not go back to searching for her mother.I walked into the kitchen and the lights turned on automatically. I went straight to the fridge and

William Henry Blakes. My lips were in a tight line as I ambled down the plane. I checked my wristwatch for the umpteenth time, the scowl on my face deepening. I was still late. I should have gotten ready earlier but Suzie just had to be my undoing. No matter how hard I tried to get here as early as possible. But I trusted Reece to do his job wonderfully and delay the Roosevelt bastard just like I had asked him to. I took out my phone from my pocket, checking my phone to see if I had any calls from my father or Reece. I halted in my tracks, scrunching my face as I scrolled through my phone. I expected a text from Reece. An update on whatever was going on at the airport. But I saw nothing. I tried not to scream or throw my phone away in anger as I locked the screen and continued walking towards the Maybach parked a few feet across, waiting for me. I increased my pace, knowing fully well that every time I wasted brooding was going to bounce back on my business. As I got to the car