I’m in love with Clark Wells; I have been ever since my mom married his dad. That was two years ago. Now I’m twenty and still have a big crush on the billionaire. He’s every inch a man, and he’s off-limits because he’s forty-three and my stepbrother. He’s divorced and in desperate need of a nanny. I’m in desperate need of him and a job. I can’t tell him my secret. I will, in time. I hope once he sees all of me, he’ll love every inch, from my head to my toes, so he can forgive me for the secret that I’ve kept from him.

I nearly hit two cars on the way home. I was so fucking excited, I didn’t even realize that everyone on her bus had left. When she called me last week, I was down. Real down. Amber’s a great housekeeper and all that. She’s taking care of me, given me everything I needed. Her husband was killed in a hit-and-run accident. Getting out of the city and selling all her belongings to live with me seemed to help heal her. It was great having a woman with me, who didn’t judge me or make me want to get lost in my work. I’d earned more money than I needed in a lifetime, enough not only for me, but for my child.I wanted to reach out to Olivia, but then my dad died, and I ran back into my shell, the destructive part of me again. The part I didn’t even know existed until I’d been humiliated not only once, but twice by my ex, Stephanie. I stood watching her, studying and wondering if God sent her to me as a sign. Olivia rang saying that she had no where to stay during the summer because the pen

We ate, and Olivia wasn’t shy about having her second helping. She didn’t know what a relief it was sitting with someone and eating with them. I hadn’t done it in a long time. “I’m stuffed.” I sighed as I rubbed my stomach, wanting to remove my belt. I felt as if I was about to explode. “I don’t think I can move. You don’t know what a relief it is to eat and not worry about someone telling you you shouldn’t eat anymore.”She put both her elbows on the table, with a look of concern on her face. “Yeah, I would know, but who would say that to you?”“My ex. Stephanie. She was always complaining about my weight. Working too hard. My receding hairline. She couldn’t find one thing not to complain about.”“So why did you marry her?”I froze, thinking she was the first person to ask me directly why I married her. I hated the words which were going to leave my mouth, even they was the truth.“To make myself feel better. People look at me and think, yeah he’s got money and all that, but nothin

I’d felt as if I had been given a new lease of life; even Amber said I was happier, and I didn’t have the balls to confess to her - it was all down to Olivia. I found myself in the kitchen every chance I got. What was the point of being rich if I couldn’t take time off? I was the CEO of Wells Industry. I used to buy companies in bad states, make them profitable again and sell them off. Lately, I’d been buying, but not profiting, as much as I used to. I worried that part of me had lost the spark, the one I’d had when I first started the company. I’d toyed with throwing it all out of the window to stay at home with David when the Nanny left, but then decided I wasn’t cut out to be a full-time dad, let alone give up the company, but now I dreaded working. The idea of not spending time with David, let alone Olivia, annoyed me. No, I wanted to be with her all the time, and him too. She made me feel I could do no wrong. My ex used to tell me off for spending time in the kitchen, cooking.

The words Rick Hamilton had said to me were still spinning through my ears, my father’s entire estate was gone. I’d spent the last year here trying to be a wonderful dad.I didn’t know Olivia's mom had spent it all, so our time together had been one big, fat lie. Silly me. I’d been an old fool thinking she loved me. But what Amber had said to me the other day was true. “I told him she had no money and she was here to take his, but he didn’t believe it. Just like her mother,” Amber said, her face still red from when Olivia hit her a few hours ago. Olivia had left. She rushed upstairs, I thought to change. We were all downstairs, and I thought she was upstairs cooling down. I went up to her room, and I was shocked to find that Olivia had left. She’d taken the bag she’d come with and not even left a note. Yet, she’d left her phone, as if to say that she didn’t want to be contacted. I sat listening to my lawyer, Rick, and Amber talk about her. Talk about the woman I love as if she was