All Chapters of An Affair With His Virgin Nanny: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

REINA“You’re limping when you walk, Reina. Are you okay?” Ethan asks, staring at my legs as if he expects to see an injury somewhere. “I sprained my ankle last night.” I say, then frown at how easy it’s become to lie to Ethan. Thankfully, he doesn’t ask anything else, just offers a ‘sorry’ to me.“Thank you.” I respond. He walks away with his floater and carefully places it in the pool before climbing in through the stairs.I watch him swim for sometime, applying lotion on my skin whilst simultaneously calling Alan. He’s not picking up, which is unlike him. I even ask James to call, in case he’s trying to avoid my calls… but he still doesn’t pick up.I keep tapping my fingers against my thigh, staring down at my phone. Four missed calls from me. One from James. Nothing from Alan. A tight knot of worry begins to twist in my stomach, but I force myself to breathe. He’s probably just busy.“Reina, look!” Ethan’s voice breaks through my thoughts.I look up from the edge of the sun loung

REINA “Actually, my feet already hurt. We can just have the date indoors,” I tell Alan. He looks at me like he knows the exact reason I decided on that. I don’t wait around for him to invalidate my feelings, heading straight up the stairs instead. We get to his room, and the moment the door clicks shut behind him, I turn around to face him. "We can just have a movie night," I say, jumping onto the bed. "The only way we're going to overcome public opinion is to face the public, Reina," He tells me, his voice grounded. I grab one of the throw pillows and hurl it at him, determined to ignore his seriousness. He catches the pillow smoothly with one hand. "Or," I say sweetly, "We could ignore the public completely and stay in bed all day." For a long moment, he simply watches me. "Tempting," He finally admits. "Exactly. Come here." He shakes his head, but there's a small smile tugging at his lips as he walks toward the bed. I watch him loosen the cuffs of his shirt befor

REINAAlan goes after Ethan, leaving me crying at the spot and holding my suitcase. I eventually leave the house, staring back at it as I walk past, wondering if I’m doing the right thing.They both deserve better.A better girlfriend, a better mother figure. I can’t be whatever they’re expecting me to be. I don’t belong on Alan’s level. I will be, but I’m not there yet… and I’m not strong enough for the jabs.I’m a coward. But I’m also just twenty, and scared. It’s all happening so fast. And it’s hurting people. It’s hurting us. I send Alan a long text:It’s filled with so much appreciation and gratefulness for all we’ve shared. And it also contains information not to bother with my payment.It marks as read, but of course, he doesn’t respond.I take the first cab to the ward. Walking inside, my body feels empty. I feel like a ghost.“You’re sure?” Tee asks when I tell him about the moving plans.“I’m sure,” I say, trying to smile. I squeeze his hand. “Alan took care of it. The thr

REINA Alan’s fingers graze my pussy under the table. I smack his hand away, glaring at him. His business partners are on this table. He can’t touch me like that here, even if I’m his wife. Alan apparently doesn’t care about all that. He gives me a second or two to look away, then his fingers find my pussy again and this time, he goes straight for the kill. His thumb finds my sensitive nub and he flicks me there, causing my toes to curl under the table. I gasp. So this is why he didn’t want me wearing panties. The butt plug in my ass adds to the delirious feeling he’s causing, and I struggle to pay attention to what’s going on in this meeting. The lady across from me looks at me funny, and then her lips curl in a smirk as if she’s figured out what’s happening between my legs. I keep my eyes on her, wondering why no one else is seeing what’s going on with the three of us. Everyone else is so engrossed with the meeting, while Alan continues to stroke me with experienced fingers

REINAEthan refuses to let go of my hand even after we leave the school building.He walks between Alan and me while carrying his backpack with one hand and holding onto me with the other like he’s scared I might disappear again if he stops touching me for too long.The guilt inside my chest gets worse every second.He keeps talking the entire walk to the parking lot too, jumping from one topic to another so fast that half the time I can barely keep up with him.“And then my teacher said my drawing was the best one in class except she also said I used too much black marker but I think space is supposed to look dark so I still think mine was better.”“I’m sure it was,” I tell him with a smile.“And Dad burned breakfast last week.”Alan sighs from beside us. “Ethan.”“You did!” Ethan grins, but Alan’s not having it. I stare at him for a while. He’s gone back to the grumpy man I met before Christmas. And can I really blame him?By the time we get into the car, my chest already hurts fro