10I sipped my drink and raised my eyes to check out a couple sitting in front of me and making out without breaking the climax in the private cabin. I swear it had been 15 minutes we reached down the town’s expensive restaurant - afforded by these rich brats- called, ‘The Angels’ and I hadn’t seen Eliana and Ryan detaching from each other for a split second, they looked like two horny teenagers ready to have scandalous public sex. I straightway lowered my gaze and pushed my attention to something else like my wedding ring which I hadn’t taken off yet, and now I believed I should’ve taken action regarding it. I knew everything was over by this point because I didn’t bear strange physical harm which could be executed by Liam’s side. Of course, he had connections in secrets criminal networks, if he wanted me back it would’ve been a snap of finger thing for him for locating and abducting me from the streets of LA, I felt consuming after finding nothing else to think about other than

12Brandon Grande had a son? This was news to me, a shocking one, “W-wait he has a son?” A bombshell was too obvious on my face, she turned around and about to chuckle hysterically on my palpable ‘pun’, perhaps? “Numbskull, don’t you know Brandon adopted his friend’s son after the boy’s parents died in a sudden car accident, he is his late best friend’s son and Mr. Grande cherishes him a lot, that’s why we all are standing here cause he advertised his urgent need for a nanny, even though he is interviewing the candidates personally for his adopted lad, aren’t you here for the boy?” She enquired, I felt a dumbo for a good minute, she jabbered out all of the stories while I stood there as a dumbstruck,“I… I’m here for a normal interview, I didn’t know about the boy nanny thing before,” I replied her with sceptical expressions, she narrowed her eyes on me, I knew what was coming next, something starts with a who, “Who appointed you for a normal interview today?” Like I assumed, her ex

14I locked the main door of the apartment and leaned on the door, I was deep in thought of that stalker, who was he and how he knew about me so well? He even had information about my relationship with my husband, did that mean he kept tabs on me for a long time? I pushed the door and walked inside the kitchen, made a quick sandwich for myself and went to my bedroom. I threw my bag on the couch and freshened up myself. Changed my clothes into PJ’s and slipped under the covers, I gripped my laptop, turned it on and searched out for jobs. I was so frustrated by today’s session that having a specific designation was not my priority that time, I randomly searched for reasonable jobs for initial survival, the suitable options weren’t paying as handsome as being Brandon’s son’s Nanny but it was a ray of hope for me. I stayed till midnight and applied for jobs until I couldn’t do it anymore, I shut my laptop and went to the staring ceiling until I fall back to my fantasyland. I had a dream

16Mr. Grande was calling me out. Brandon Grande wants to meet me.I couldn’t believe it for a second, he was a well-known celebrity and I was going to meet him. Alone. Not that we would have an intimate conversation or I was dying for a fan moment but still I was overwhelmed by the thought of getting a chance to talk to him individually. I followed the young lady to somewhere she stated Mr. Grande’s study room. I wondered what his study room looked like, was it like an antique library or a vintage themed room with collections of every classical masterpiece. I meant he was a highest-paid celebrity who lived in Beverly Hills in a gigantic mansion which can consume at least hundreds of people but yet Mr. Grande preferred to live quite lonely. I reached his so-called ‘study room’ which seemed more like a room of mystery hiding skeletons of humans because it was so far down and out of the corner than other rooms. I anyways tossed my life and knocked on the door for my most intimidating

18Phew. What was back in that room? Brandon’s words kept repeating in mind like a mantra, he said he owed me, just because I buttoned his shirt? This was alarming, my heart couldn’t stop pondering. He had something different in his eyes when he looked at me, the same vibe when he walked by me at the afterparty, the way he stared. It was a sign. I shook my mind to waive off the baleful thoughts and went to Kevin’s room with a straight mind, he was instructed to get ready by Mr. Grande, some Mr. Peters; his personal designer who was responsible for taking care of his outlook. I had never been this lucky to even get touched by a designer yet that five years old was getting dressed to fleek by him. Lucky kid. When I entered the room, Kevin stood before the mirror; checking himself attentively. How immaculate the boy was, “You look handsome, little man,” I complimented him, he eyed me through the mirror and passed a matey smile,“Thank you, Miss Jen,” Kevin blushed and turned around to