บททั้งหมดของ Nanny for the Billionaire: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Just my luck, I groaned inwardly. I caught the very man I had to impress in a foul mood.  I was just about to make my exit discreetly, before he could catch sight of me—I’ll take my chances and call Candice later to make that appointment—but as fast as lightning, Candice stood up and came around the desk to grab my arm.“Good morning, Mr. Hayes!” She greeted him brightly, drawing his attention to us. With my escape plan ruined, I remained helplessly by Candice’s side as the CEO turned to us. His eyes took me in critically, I felt pinned to the wall behind me at the intensity of his stare. Lightning bolted through my blood, sending boiling warmth into the pit of my belly. This man was the very definition of the words sensual and hot.  How do any of the women here get work done with so much sexual appeal in the very next room? It was probably a good thing he wasn’t the one I’d work for if I got this job. Suddenly I r

I stared at Killian for a moment. He was probably a good half foot taller than my 5’5” frame, and looked to be about my age, with dirty-blond shaggy hair and kind brown eyes. His gentle smile and kind demeanor immediately made me feel comfortable and I found myself smiling in agreement.“Sure, why not. I’ve had a really bad couple of days, and just turned down what could have been a great job. I could use the distraction. I’m Madison, by the way.” Killian let out a startled laugh at my rambling and extended his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Madison. You look like you can use a friend. How about I take some photos of you, buy you lunch, and you can tell me all about it.” After that, Killian didn’t waste any time. He started by taking some pictures while I pretended to be a regular girl on the train, staring longingly out of the window, wondering what the future held in store. When we got off at the stop, he took a few at the station of me walking away from the

I stood at the front door of an absolute mansion of a house, wondering what lay in store for me on the other side. Remembering the conversation that brought me here when Joe Lawson had messaged me through my socials, I try again to convince myself that this is the right decision.Would I even like being a nanny here? For him?That doesn’t matter, Madison, I admonished myself. Whether I liked it or not, this was my only option. After a week of searching for other employment opportunities I was qualified for, nothing had come close to the pay this one offered. It was then I realized I had to put my personal feelings aside, be responsible, and ensure the bills got paid. Besides, Joe had specifically told me that Mr. Hayes had lied to protect his company’s and son’s privacy. I guess after some false “he’s the dad” claims and the media scandal that followed two years ago, he had a strong need to keep everything as private as possible. I could respect that. 

After I’d followed him out of his study, Mr. Hayes avoided looking at me and barely spoke as he gave me a perfunctory tour.“This is the kitchen,” was all he said as we passed through it, heading up a staircase before I could take it all in properly. “This is your room,” he mumbled, throwing a careless hand to the left as he passed an open door. He kept going down the hallway for a few steps before stopping and indicated a closed door on the right with an impatient gesture. “And this is Chris’s. He’s still sleeping. You can meet him later.” Mr. Hayes then simply turned and went past me again to go back downstairs without so much as a glance at me. When we made it to the open-plan kitchen—with a dining table to the side of the black and gold granite island, and a living room farther down sporting a gargantuan TV—there was another woman there starting on the dishes. She looked like she was in her late fifties with some grays coming through her dark brown hair, w

When I turned around in bed and caught sight of the time displayed in bright blue numbers on my nightstand, I groaned in frustration. It was two o’clock in the morning already, and without the possibility of sleep in sight, and a parched throat, I left my room in search of something to drink. Something stronger than water.My footsteps ruffled the carpet in the dimly lit hallway as I tiredly dragged my feet along it on my way downstairs. I was exhausted, but for some reason, I hadn’t been able to fall asleep all night.It had been a long week at work, and I’d hardly been making it home in time for dinner the past few days. Having Madison around as Chris’s nanny had made things somewhat less stressful lately, but the weight of all my responsibilities still clung to me like a shadow as I descended the stairsMidway, I paused. Speak of the devil; a sleepy Madison was busy making her way up the dark staircase with a glass of water in her hand. She hadn’t no