All Chapters of Nanny To My highschool Nemesis : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Brooklyn's POVSawyer opened her mouth."Don't," I said.She closed it."I know what you're going to ask and I'll answer it but not right now and not all at once." I turned in the seat to look at her properly. "Can you just drive for a minute?"She drove.She lasted approximately forty-five seconds before the first question came."How long?""A few weeks.""You've been living in Emerson Weston's house for a few weeks." She said it like she was testing whether the sentence made sense in English. "The same Emerson Weston who spread the rumour about you.""Yes.""And you didn't tell me.""I couldn't tell anyone.""I'm not anyone — ""Sawyer." I pressed my fingers against my eyes. "I couldn't tell anyone. It would have complicated everything. The job, the arrangement, all of it.""What arrangement?""It's complicated.""Brooklyn." Her voice was sharp and patient at the same time which was a Sawyer speciality. "I have been watching you for weeks going through something I couldn't understan

Brooklyn's POVMy mother pulled me into a hug before I had fully crossed the threshold.The familiar smell of her cardigan and the candles she kept in the hallway and the specific warmth of a house that had been home my entire life settled around me like something I had been holding my breath for without realising."I made dinner," she said into my shoulder. "There's enough.""Mum." I pulled back and looked at her face — searching it quickly for any sign that Jordan had said something, asked something, that anything had come out in the time between me ringing the bell and her opening the door.Her face was bright and warm and completely normal.She had not blown the cover.I exhaled.Jordan was in the sitting room. He stood up when I came in with the ease of someone who had made himself comfortable and felt no guilt about it, which was very Jordan. He had his jacket off and his sleeves rolled up and there was an empty cup on the coffee table in front of him which meant my mother had m

Brooklyn's POV"I wasn't challenging you."He stopped on the step but didn't turn around."I was concerned," I said. "That's different. You were gone for hours with no word and your sister asked me where you were three times before she fell asleep." I kept my voice even. "That's all it was."He turned around slowly."I didn't ask you to be concerned," he said."I know that.""And I definitely didn't ask you to stay awake waiting for me." He came back down one step. "I'm not one of the children you babysit, Brooklyn. I'm not Daisy. Your job in this house is to look after her." He held my gaze. "Not me.""I know what my job is.""Then do it." He said it quietly. "Just that. Nothing more."I looked at him standing on the step with his kit bag and his jaw tight and something underneath all of it that had been building since this morning and had very little to do with coming home late."Why are you acting like this?" I said.He said nothing."All day. Since this morning." I took one step t

Brooklyn's POVThe click of the lock was still hanging in the air when I heard movement from the bed.Emerson's arm came off his face.He sat up slowly, blinking, hair pushed sideways from sleep, eyes adjusting to the dim room. He looked at the door. Then at me standing in front of it.He went very still."What are you doing in my room.""It wasn't — Daisy brought me here. She led me down the hallway and I followed because I thought she wanted to show me something and then she pulled me through the door and locked it from — ""You're in my room." His voice was awake now. Fully. All the sleep gone from it at once."I know that. I'm trying to explain — ""At seven in the morning." He pushed the covers back and stood up. "After everything I said to you last night.""I didn't plan this." I held both hands up. "I swear to you. Daisy knocked on my door and she was smiling and I followed her and — ""You crept into my room.""I did not creep anywhere." My voice went flat. "She locked the doo

Brooklyn's POVEmerson came downstairs when he heard Riley's voice.I watched him from the kitchen doorway. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked at her and something passed across his face — a decision being made in real time. For a second I thought he was going to tell her it wasn't a good time. His jaw was set and his eyes were doing the calculating thing.Then he stepped back and said, "Come in."Riley smiled and carried her bags through.I went back to the kitchen.---Daisy and I spent the morning at the kitchen table. Drawing mostly — she had started a new series of small portraits, people she knew, rendered in her careful deliberate style. She showed me each one before moving to the next. I recognised Patrick in one. Herself in another.She showed me a third and raised her eyebrows at me in a question.I looked at it.It was me.She had drawn my hair correctly, the slight tilt I apparently had when I was thinking, the specific way I held a pencil. I looked at it fo