Let's see if ol' Kayla will be able to keep to her word.
It’s been two weeks since I started working for Gabriel as his daughter's nanny. And it was safe to say I was an exceptional nanny to Michelle. Her initial hesitant smiles were slowly turning into full grins and soon enough, I knew she was going to be bubbling with laughter. We spent the mornings gardening and harvesting whatever we could, followed by playing legos and taking her to the park in the neighborhood to chase butterflies. We also took walks along the wide sidewalks, with me taking in the astonishingly big houses that lined the street and Michelle picking whatever flower we found on our way. And on the days we couldn't go to the park or take long walks, I would cradle her and read to her one of her numerous storybooks in soft tones, and during those moments, Mrs. Vee would pass us with a fond smile on her face. I was also doing an excellent job of avoiding Gabriel. Whenever he turned right, I went the other way. I avoided his gaze in the kitchen whenever he came to dr
We were all seated on the blanket now.With Michelle's new friend, Eden, next to her.After I had called Michelle to come and eat, she'd ran to us with us with Eden behind her.Huge smiles etched on their faces.Shocked, I'd looked to Gabriel and Mrs. Vee for assistance when I'd ask Eden where her parents were, and like a true knight, Gabriel had came to my aid by signing to her and asking her where her parents were, and who she came with.And there was just something hot in watching a huge man like Gabriel, squatting next to her, murmuring softly while signing to the little girl with a small smile.He was such a softie with kids, and it got me all mushy and soft as well.Now we were all devouring Mrs. Vee's sandwiches.I was still a bit tense as we ate. The feeling of Gabriel sitting so close to me, our knees bumping, had me on edge the whole time.There was no way I was going to sit here and avoid him while we were here together.I didn't want Mrs. Vee to notice something was off or
I was sipping on a cup of coffee the next morning, leaning on Gabriel's granite counter, when he strutted in like he owned the place, which he did.The joke was completely on me.I grasped the handle of the mug harder when he brushed past me to stand next to the coffeemaker. I'd resumed work earlier than usual today, and Michelle was still upstairs getting ready with Vee.We were alone in the kitchen and although the morning air was crisp, the air in the kitchen felt heated when he stepped in."Good morning, Mr. Marcello," I greeted as cheerfully as one could greet her employer.I was still brewing with annoyance at his attitude yesterday, but I wasn't going to let it ruin my mood.I was here for a reason, and that was to make money.I waited, watching as he made he filled his mug with coffee, black, before turning to stare at me with hard eyes.I tried to take in deep breaths, but he was still staring at me.His gaze never wavered, even as he took sips of his hot coffee.I took the on
GABRIELS' POVI tried to calm my raging nerves as I watched Kayla storm off in front of me.I could tell she was pissed at me for interrupting whatever the hell that was with the man outside who seemed to be eye-fucking her with his leering eyes.But she wasn't the only person about to lose their mind. I was two seconds away from turning back and blowing his brains out for even exchanging words with her.I had no idea when my…fascination for Kayla grew to this extent.After seeing her for the first time at the crèche parking lot, I felt drawn to her, and the next time at the club, I took that opportunity and offered my proposal that night.Recently though, my fascination for Kayla was growing from mere infatuation into something else.Something more sinister.I refused to put a name on it.But seeing her laugh and bat her fucking eyelashes at a man wearing goddamn colorful khaki shorts, and watching him blatantly undress her with his eyes right on my fucking sidewalk in public, has my
KAYLA- 18 YEARS OLD, A FEW DAYS AFTER HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATION. "I miss you already," I whined, leaning in to get a better view of my boyfriend. His green eyes sparkled with mischief before he cupped my jaw and planted a kiss on my lips, and as he retreated to look into my eyes, all I could think about was how much I loved this boy. Aidan was the complete definition of a bad boy, with striking green eyes, tattoos littered all over his body, and a reputation that preceded his name.He was everything my mom detested and more. And I loved every second I spent with him. Aidan and I were just coming back from a party a buddy of his had thrown, and he was parked right in front of my mom's driveway, and it was all out of our rebelliousness. I leaned further into his hand on my jaw and whimpered a little when his eyes drifted from my parted lips to my eyes and back to my lips again. "I love you," He whispered huskily into the quiet car, and everything in me clenched tightly. He trailed a
KAYLA'S POV, A YEAR LATER. After a year and a half, I could proudly say Aidan and I were going strong and were the best couple ever. Even after high school. Not. Everything was going south. Nothing was going the way I envisioned it, and I was slowly dying on the inside. I guess you really can't have your cake and eat it. And whoever said high school romance was the best and lasted a lifetime was a fucking liar. Aidan and I moved to a different town and got a studio apartment after we graduated high school a year ago, and I decided to skip school to work harder for the both of us while Aidan pursued his dream degree, Fine Arts, at the town college. And while I worked hard trying to pay his student loan, Aidan made it his mission to fuck everything that had a vagina in the town, and I forgave him every single time and welcomed him back with open arms. I was at the grocery store getting pregnancy test strips, and all through the process of paying, walking back home, and peeing on
KAYLA'S POV- THREE YEARS LATER. I was running late, and it was all because of the freaking traffic. I glanced at the clock on the dash of my car and blew out a shaky breath. I had a little over fifteen minutes to make it seven miles across the small town and with the traffic; it didn't seem possible. Not when the cars ahead of me were at a standstill, with multiple horns blasting and the shouts that filled the air did nothing to move the traffic. How I lost track of time was not much of a mystery to me. I had lost track of time and the bar where I worked was busy, busier than usual for a Thursday, one of the worst days of the week. I and the other girls there had to work harder tonight, and it took me a while to get off my shift. Rumors were, a bunch of multi-billionaire investors were in town for a new business deal, and the bar I worked at was the perfect place for dodgy business meetings and backhanded deals. It wasn't the most outstanding bar in the town, but it was the only bar
KAYLA’S POV Saturday comprised me going to Target to get a few food items for Estelle and I, a new vase for the pretty Daffodil flowers my old witty neighbor, Mrs. Winfield, gifted me in the wee hours of the day, and a few clothes for Estelle with the money her great-grandma sent on Monday - money that was forced into my hands. I then used the same money to pay a guy I met on the street who fixed the leaking ceiling in the bathroom and also the heater, I had given the scrawny-looking guy, who reeked of a mixture of weed and something pungent, a funny look and he gave me a crooked smile, show-casing stained brown teeth. "You're in safe hands, don't worry." He had said when he noticed my stare. And with how perfectly everything worked now, he did a pretty splendid job for a low cost. Life in this part of the town had its perks if you thought about it. After that, I got us both ready for the day, I dressed Estelle up in a green cottage swing dress and a sweater for the chilly even