A Nanny For The Billionaire's Triplets
"Excuse me, can I... can I have some alcoholic wine or beer, please?"
The guard, ever unmoving, gave a single nod and retreated into the hallway. Minutes felt like hours as I stood there, my anxiety gnawing at me. What was I doing? Turning to alcohol to numb my troubles was hardly a solution, but it was all I could think of in that moment. It had always been a go to, I had no other option now.
Finally, the guard returned with a bottle of beer. He handed it to me without a word, his expression giving nothing away. I thanked him softly and closed the door, retreating to the solitude of the room once more.