All Chapters of The Playboy Billionaire's Nanny : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

22 Chapters

No Warning

Amy was still trying to calm her racing pulse from the kitchen encounter when Damien appeared in the nursery doorway later that afternoon.Theo was playing on his activity mat, happily batting at dangling toys, while Amy sat cross-legged beside him, sketching idly on her tablet. She looked up as Damien’s tall frame filled the entrance. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were already locked on her.“We’re going out tonight,” he said without preamble. “You and Theo are coming with me.”Amy blinked, caught completely off guard. “Tonight? Where?”“A charity gala at the Met. Black tie. High profile.” His voice was calm and businesslike, as if he were discussing the weather. “I need Theo there for the photos. You’ll be accompanying him as his nanny.”Amy’s stomach dropped. She slowly set her tablet aside and rose to her feet. “Mr. Ross… that’s a very public event. There will be paparazzi everywhere. Cameras. Reporters. If I’m seen with you and Theo...”“You’ll be fine,” he cut

Spotlight

The charity gala at the Metropolitan Museum of Art was everything Amy had feared - blinding camera flashes, elegant crowds in designer gowns and tuxedos, and the constant weight of eyes following their every move.She had tried to stay invisible.Dressed in a simple but elegant black gown Aunt Clara had arranged for her, Amy kept to the edges of the room. She secured Theo in a stylish baby carrier against her chest. She smiled politely when spoken to, and answered questions about the baby with professional warmth, and avoided the main spotlight like it would burn her.But Damien Ross made it low-key impossible.Everywhere he went, the room shifted. Billionaires, CEOs, and old-money socialites parted for him like he was royalty. People greeted him with deference - their laughs were a little too loud, and their handshakes a little too eager. Even among the top shots of New York society, Damien wasn’t just another wealthy man - he was the man. The one they all wanted a piece of. Am

Lines And Limits

Damien paused, his lips hovering just inches from hers. His hand remained firm on the small of her back, holding her close even as Amy pressed against his chest.“Aunt Clara?” he repeated, his voice low and rough with disbelief and frustration.“That’s really what you’re thinking about right now?”Amy’s heart was racing so hard she was sure he could feel it. The taste of his brief kiss still lingered on her lips. It felt warm, confident, and far too addictive.“Yes,” she whispered, barely audible over the distant hum of the gala.“She’s coming tomorrow morning. She’s the one who got me this job. She warned me about you. If she sees… no, if she even suspects something is happening between us, I’ll lose everything. I'll lose my credibility and possibly even my paycheck. My chance to actually rebuild my life.”Damien’s stormy whiskey eyes searched hers for a long moment. The possessiveness in them hadn’t faded - if anything, it had sharpened.“You’re still so focused on everyone else’s ru

Warnings And Headlines

The morning light felt harsher than usual. Amy barely slept, her lips still remembering the pressure of Damien’s kiss and the low promise in his voice: “The next time I kiss you… I won’t stop.” She was in the kitchen preparing Theo’s breakfast when the elevator chimed at exactly 8:15 a.m. Aunt Clara stepped out looking sharp in a tailored navy pantsuit, a tablet in hand, and her expression already scanning the room like a general assessing a battlefield. “Amy,” Clara said warmly, pulling her into a quick hug. Then she held her at arm’s length, eyes narrowing. “You look tired. And… flushed. Everything okay?” Amy forced a smile. “It's just me adjusting to the new routine. Last night was the charity gala and it ran late.” Clara’s eyebrows rose. “I saw the photos this morning.” Her tone shifted. “You were on stage with Damien and Theo. Very… visible.” Before Amy could respond, Damien appeared from the hallway, looking unfairly composed in a charcoal suit. His gaze flicked to A

Storm In The Penthouse

Serena stormed into the living room like a hurricane in designer heels, her eyes blazing as she locked onto Damien.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she hissed, waving her phone in the air.“These headlines are everywhere. ‘Damien Ross’s New Nanny Plays House with Billionaire and Baby.’ Are you trying to humiliate me?”Aunt Clara stepped out of Amy’s suite, positioning herself like a shield between Amy and the unfolding chaos. Theo, sensing the raised voices, started fussing in his high chair.Damien remained calm, his presence commanding the room without effort.“This doesn’t concern you, Serena.”“Doesn’t concern me?” Serena laughed bitterly, her gaze slicing toward Amy.“My son is being paraded around with his new nanny on stage like it's some happy little family unit while I get tagged as the bitter ex. Do you have any idea how this makes me look?”Amy stood frozen near the kitchen island, heart hammering. The dress from last night suddenly felt too tight and too exposed. She co

The Warning

Aunt Clara closed the door to Amy’s suite with a quiet click that felt louder than it should have. She leaned against it for a moment, her arms crossed, and studying her niece with a mixture of love and deep concern.“Sit down, Amy.”Amy obeyed, sinking onto the edge of her bed while still cradling Theo against her chest. The baby had calmed down but was now playing with the strap of her top, blissfully unaware of the storm swirling around him.Clara pulled the desk chair closer and sat facing her. For a long moment, she said nothing. Then, finally, she exhaled heavily.“I’ve known Damien Ross for eight years,” she began, her voice steady but serious.“I’ve watched him build this empire from the ground up. I’ve seen him charm senators, destroy competitors, and go through more beautiful women than I can count. And in all that time, I have never seen him look at a woman the way he looked at you in that living room just now.”Amy’s stomach twisted.“Aunt Clara-”“No. Listen to me.”C

Breaking Point

The silence that followed Damien’s declaration was deafening.Aunt Clara stared at him like he had lost his mind.“Excuse me? She belongs here with you?” Her voice rose with disbelief and anger.“Damien, this is exactly what I warned her about. You don’t get to decide that for her. She is my niece, not another one of your disposable playthings.”Damien didn’t flinch. He stood tall, his shoulders squared, and his eyes locked on Amy with a burning intensity that made the air feel thick enough to choke on.“I’m not deciding for her,” he said, his voice low and controlled but laced with steel.“I’m telling you both the truth. Amy stopped being ‘just the nanny’ the moment she walked through that door and refused to play pretend. She’s different. And I’m not letting her run because of fear or gossip or your warnings.”Amy’s heart was beating so violently she felt dizzy. Theo was still in her arms, now sensing the heavy energy and starting to fuss again. She rocked him gently, but her eyes n

No More Running

The door clicked shut behind Aunt Clara, leaving a heavy, charged silence in the suite.Damien’s stormy whiskey eyes were locked on Amy like he was a predator who had finally cornered its prey. He took one slow step forward, then another, until he was standing right in front of her.“Now,” he repeated, his voice low and rough, “where were we?”Amy’s breath caught. Theo was still in her arms, fussing lightly, but the baby’s presence barely registered against the overwhelming heat radiating from the man in front of her. Her lips still tingled from that fierce, claiming kiss. Her body felt electric and alive in a way that terrified her.“Damien…” she warned, but her voice came out breathy and weak.He reached out and gently took Theo from her arms, cradling the baby against his broad chest with surprising tenderness. Theo immediately quieted, grabbing onto his father’s shirt with a tiny fist.Damien didn’t break eye contact with Amy as he walked over and carefully placed Theo in his crib

Point Of No Return

Amy stared at her ringing phone like it was a live grenade. Aunt Clara’s name flashed across the screen, bright and accusing.Beside it, the gossip alert kept pulsing: Serena Vale Speaks Out.Damien didn’t give her time to think.He reached past her, snatched the phone off the bedside table, and silenced the call with a decisive swipe. Then he tossed it onto the bed, far out of her reach.“Damien!” Amy hissed, trying to step around him.“That’s my aunt-”“I know exactly who it is.”His voice was dark, rough, and vibrating with barely leashed hunger. He caught her by the waist and pulled her back against him, her back flush to his chest.“And right now, I don’t give a fuck about Clara, Serena, or the entire goddamn internet.”One large hand of his splayed possessively across her stomach while the other tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck. His mouth descended without warning - hot, open, and ruthless. He sucked hard at the sensitive spot just below her ear, then soothed it wi

Everything Burns

Damien put the call on the phone's loud speaker, his body still tense with unreleased hunger.“Talk,” he snapped.“Sir,” his head of security, Marcus, sounded grim.“We have a situation. Serena just held an impromptu press conference outside the building. She’s claiming Amy is trying to replace her as Theo’s mother, that you’re using the new nanny to punish her, and… she’s implying Amy might be unstable and a danger to Theo.”Amy felt the blood drain from her face.Damien’s expression turned murderous.“What else?”Marcus hesitated.“She showed photos. Private ones. Some from inside the penthouse - Amy holding Theo and you two looking… intimate at the gala. She’s painting Amy as a gold-digging homewrecker who manipulated her way into the job. It’s trending everywhere. Stock mentions are already taking a hit.”The phone call ended, but the silence that followed was worse.Amy stood frozen, still holding Theo tightly against her chest like he could protect her from the world collapsin

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