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said nanny with a sad expression because there was nothing they could do about this . " I am well aware of that . Every time the guards report to me such issues , I can't help but think that it's my fault ...........What do you think I should do nanny ? " asked chancellor George with a helpless expression . " Do you sincerely want my opinion ? " asked nanny looking at him with a doubtful expression . " No.....I think it won't be necessary anymore . " said chancellor George who understood immediately what nanny was going to say . " Find a nice mate and get married . I pray that you find yourself a companion that will be with you . I hope that the dragon god will bless you with another chil

I had a few feet to cover before I could get to my room, but I didn't wait to cover them before I started taking off my dress shirt; no sleep for close to twenty-four hours could do that to a man. I pushed open my door and threw the shirt on the back of the antique chair close to the door, not stopping, in my desperation to hit the bed and shut down. I yanked back the covers only to see the nanny of my children, with nothing but her birthday suit on, smiling up at me like she wanted to eat me up. My first reaction was to rub my eyes, since I wasn't with my glasses, testing my eyes to see if I was seeing things correctly. She smirked before slowly going on her knees, rubbing her hand back and

“Any issues?” "Just one," I said, leaning in close to the gap, dropping my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "The contract should have been joint custody. We need to be aligned on who's running the nanny. I don't want her coming to you every time the kid sneezes." A genuine smile-cold, triumphant, and utterly devastating-curled upon his lips. “Don’t worry, Baxon. The nanny won’t be coming to me about Tifania’s sneezes. She’ll be coming to me about the things that truly matter.”

And I sure as hell didn’t want her to hear me talking about her breasts. Or the fact that I had been leering at them. She would think I was a pervert and run away. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Camille hissed. “You ARE fucking the nanny!” “No, I’m not! Eileen isn’t like that. She is sweet and smart, and she'd never just have a fling with someone.” Camille rolled her eyes. “Well, there has to be something wrong with her. She is letting someone else’s baby ruin her body. Does she love money that much?”

When she was done mentioning all the certificates she'd acquired in life, she moved close to Darcy, acting like she was adjusting her blouse to show more of her chest. Shameless. What is she thinking? Seducing Darcy to help her get the nanny job? Was this really how they thought they could become a child’s nanny? by seducing her father like cheap mistresses? Yuck! Darcy didn’t react. His face didn’t even twitch. He just looked away, unimpressed. Then came the second woman. She smiled confidently, applying a quick layer of lip gloss before speaking. “Childcare runs in my family. My mother was the nanny for the president’s children,” she bragged, biting her lip.

As soon as he entered the house he heard their baby crying loudly. His heart skipped a beat foreseeing his baby daughter's discomfort and he rushed to her bedroom. To his surprise, Ace found her helpless in the crib crying her eyes out. It felt like somebody was squeezing his heart such that it would never function again. Much to his blooming temper which was already on its boiling point, on the other side of the crib was a chair where the nanny was sitting peacefully. Could there be women born as heartless as this? She cared a shit for the baby's cries and was chewing an apple. The nanny was immersed in reading a novel lightly tapping the center table with her high heeled foot. She did not

Blake I'm fucking done. One more nanny. I tell myself trying my best to calm my seething wolf because the previous nannies we hired only cared about crawling into my bed. None of them were really interested in Jenny, my little daughter, who just turned 5 last week when Sabrina, the last nanny I hired, forgot all about the cake but didn't forget to walk into my office naked. It's my daughter's fucking birthday. And she fucking ruined it. That was my last straw and now I almost gave up.

"Evelyn?" Lily. She was awake, and her voice carried that particular note of urgency she always had the moment she realized I wasn't in the room. I closed my eyes briefly. Of all moments. I forced myself forward - not too quickly, not too slowly, just another nanny carrying laundry through the east wing. Normal. Everything had to look normal, even as every nerve in my body screamed that nothing about this moment was normal at all. The staircase came into view, footsteps echoing from above, slow and measured, each one landing with the deliberate weight of a man who never hurried, not even when hurrying might have served him better. I looked up. Damian Blackwood stood at the top of the landing

I looked at that child — the so-called ‘key’ to everything — and felt the weight of all the threats piling on top of me. “You really are useless. Can’t even get a baby to stop crying?” I barked, walking up to the nanny with firm steps. I pointed my finger right in her face, completely out of patience. “You’re driving me insane with this screaming! Look at this dress. Do you know how much it costs? It was custom-made by one of the most expensive designers in Seattle. You think I’m going to ruin it because of some drooling baby?” “B-but ma’am…” the nanny stepped back, going pale. Her wide eyes gave away the fear, but she couldn’t meet mine. “She’s your daughter…”

Ivy’s lips parted, like she was about to tell me to go to hell, but then she hesitated because that would mean disrespecting me— her brother’s doctor for years now. "You want me to what, Doc?" Her voice was hoarse. I assumed roughened by sleepless nights and too many quiet cries. "Be Sophie’s nanny," I repeated, calmer this time. More controlled so she would know I wasn’t kidding.. "You can live in my house. Everything’s free. Shelter, food, anything. All you have to do is look after my daughter, be her mother figure, I’ll pay you well. Bonuses, advance pay, health insurance, overtime pay, paid day offs. Name it."