"Do I feel like I need someone to warm me up?" He asked in a low voice. He had sat up, and suddenly, they were very, very close. "No," I whispered, staring at my hand that stubbornly attached itself to his chest. I had spent hours touching him, trying to find the worst injuries and treating them. But being face to face, where I could count each individual lash on his eyes, felt kind of intimate. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart if I concentrated hard enough. Without thinking, I stroked his skin softly. He breathed in sharply, and I felt the shudder that ran through him. I felt like I was barely breathing at this point. If I inhale too sharply, something in the air would just snap. "I must admit," He said in a low voice as though it was some kind of confession, "If anyone had ever told me you would be my final undoing, I would never have agreed to allow you become my son's nanny." *** When the ruthless billionaire finds himself falling for the single mother that's supposed to be the nanny of his son, he expects history to repeat itself again. (Possessive, obsessed, nanny, strong female lead, dominating male lead)
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She showered her with love and attention whenever she could, shielding her from the harsh reality of their situation. No one could call her a bad mom. No one. **** Elena. "Elena...." I felt those hands again, creeping up my back and sending trails of pleasure up my spine. My hands were placed firmly on the table behind me to help keep me balanced, lest I slipped and fell on the floor. He wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling my naked body against his until my front was pressed up against his abs. "Elena.." He whispered my name, his deep voice sending shivers through my entire body. I moaned softly when he kissed me, his mouth tasting of tequila and whatever flavour of toothpaste he used—a delicious cocktail of flavours that made me mad with desire. "Elena, Elena.." He grunted as his hands slipped down my body towards my core. I was entirely soaked at this point. I would have given my left lung just for him to plunge those fingers in. Why was he going so slowly? Damn. "Elena.." The voice ripped into me in a way I wished his hands and tongue would. Every inch of me was on fire. Desire nested in me like a baby growing in my uterus. My entire body was a network of nerves bundled together. When I couldn't take it anymore, I let out a strangled cry. "Please, just put the fucking finger in me." My hands found my breasts which I squeezed softly, trying to get something done at least. "Elena, wake the fuck up." The voice thundered this time, but it was no longer the voice I had grown accustomed to. My eyes flew open, and I stood up suddenly, almost slamming my head on my coworker's. The dream slipped away as I found myself standing in the back room of the coffee shop I worked in, surrounded by bags of coffee beans. I sighed softly and took a seat on the chair at the side, almost placing my ass on my phone that was barely making it at this point. I became super aware of my coworker at the side, who just kept watching me. "Hey Jasmine." I said softly, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I gathered every inch of strength I had to look her in the face, my lips spread out in a tight smile. "I just wanted to rest a bit. My entire body hurts and..." Though the lighting here was bad, I could have sworn I saw her roll her eyes. She walked towards me and placed her hand on mine. "You don't have to explain anything to me, trust me," she said softly, "I don't judge. But you would need to explain why you were touching your boobs and crying out the boss' name because he caught you and then stormed out." It was at that point I knew I had fucked up. It was one thing to dream about your boss fucking you silly in the bathroom; it was something else entirely when he caught you touching yourself. My mouth dried up immediately. "Did he look really mad?" I asked, my way of determining how bad the situation was. The look in Jasmine's eyes told me my situation was far from funny. Like a zombie, I knocked on the manager's door softly. The door opened immediately to reveal my boss, a beautiful man with eyes as blue as the sea, his blond hair dropping over his face. For some reason, my mind always conjured him as a much sexier version. "Elena." he interrupted my train of thought, "Come in, and leave the door open, please." That should have been my first cue that something was seriously wrong. The boss never said to leave the door open. I walked inside, leaving the door open as he had said and walked to the seat that was farthest away from him. "Listen, Elena...." he started, looking like a scared child that would rather be anywhere but here, "I don't want to do this..." "Then don't. Please don't," I thought. "But I have to. You displayed indecent behavior. You were in the inner room, and no one but Jasmine and I saw you, but what if I had gone there with my wife or with a loudmouth like Tracy? What would happen then?" I had dug myself into a deep grave. "Elena..." he started, then stopped, his gaze leaving my face to the ceiling. He cleared his throat, "I would have to let you go. I'm sorry." I couldn't argue with the boss. "What can I do to resolve this situation?" I asked, desperation clawing up my throat like a parasite. "I would do anything. Please don't fire me. Don't let me go." This job was the only constant in my life. It helped pay half of the bills and gave my daughter a place to wait for me when I had to work a couple of odd jobs. The boss looked like a deer caught in headlights. He kept clutching at his tie like it choked him. "Please, just go home. Don't make this even more difficult." I sighed. He was right. The longer I stayed here, the more disastrous the situation would be. He didn't say anything else, and I didn't bother to ask. I felt so helpless at the moment. A pool of dread settled in my stomach as I spied the lights outside. I knew no one knew about the situation because Jasmine just wasn't the kind of girl who would spill secrets like that, yet I felt like everyone was talking about me when I came out. No one but Jasmine knew about the situation and I knew she wasn't a loud mouth, so why did I feel like everyone was staring at me? Squinting up at the night sky, I wondered what would become of me in the next few days when I wouldn't have a job. Damn. I forgot to ask for my pay for the days I worked this month. I desperately wanted to bang my head on the steering wheel. ** "Where's Charlotte?" I asked the babysitter I called to watch Charlotte the moment I got home. She smiled sweetly at me. A young girl of about thirteen, fourteen, or perhaps even fifteen. She looked older than her age, perhaps due to all the work she had to do to put some food on the table. "She's asleep. Told her a bedtime story about the Princess and the Frog, and she fell asleep within a few minutes." she whispered like even the smallest sound would wake my baby up. "She said something about a bake at her school tomorrow, though..." Her voice trailed off as I yawned. I didn't know if I should apologize or not. I was tired, she was talking, and none of it would put money on the table. I smiled softly at her, "Thank you." I said, handing her the dollar bills in my hand. "That's for your three days of work. I wish it was more, but money is a bit tight." She was a smart one, that girl. She knew what happened immediately. "Whenever you want me to babysit Charlotte again, please call. I'll be ready." And with that being said, she picked up her bag and walked out of the apartment. Knowing the way life was in this part, I knew I might never see her again. My daughter, on the other hand, was not asleep. She sat on her bed with some sort of colouring book in front of her, staring at it like it was about to grow legs. I stood by the door. "Seems like you don't like the Princess and the Frog." I said, announcing my presence. Her little scream of delight was enough to chase the pains I felt in my heart. "Mummy." she wrapped her arms around me, holding me so closely. I had no idea when the tears started coming, not until I felt the salt in my mouth. I placed a kiss on her head. "I'm here, baby. We're going to be alright. We'll be alright." Those words were for me. But at that moment, telling Charlotte seemed to do more good for my soul than anything else. As I was about to turn off the light, a shadow moved in the hallway. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. I crept to the door and peeked out, only to find the babysitter still there, her face pale. "There was someone out there. A man." I looked down at Charlotte, then at the babysitter, a cold chill running down my spine. He couldn't be after me. Not after so long.Elena.Two weeks later.The day I decided to end the marriage contract with Sebastian, the sky was an endless stretch of grey.The kind of grey that blankets the world in a dull, heavy silence, making everything feel colder, more distant. I found it fitting, really. I was about to make the hardest decision I had ever made. The world should feel as bleak as I did inside.We sat across from each other at the kitchen table. The kids were in the other room,playing with their toys and whatnot.We both stared at the divorce papers in front of us, Sebastian’s face as unreadable as ever.He hadn't said much when I told him what I wanted. No anger, no argument. Just an unsettling calm that made me wonder if that was what he wanted."I think this is the best thing for all of us." I said quietly, breaking the silence that threatened to envelope us. "After everything that happened. The lies. I need to focus on gibing those kids their own lives. And you need to take care of your demons."He looke
Elena.The weight of everything that had happened pressed down on me as we were escorted out of that hellish place.The men were all around, their voices distant as they checked around the area, and talked to each other.But all my focus was on the two little hands gripping mine tightly - Charlotte on one end and Jaden on the other.Sebastian was by my side as well, his face distant but resolute as we made it outside.There were paramedics around, checking us over. Their gentle hands tended to the cuts and bruises we had.But no matter how many times I told them I was okay, I knew I wasn't. I kept glancing at Charlotte and Jaden, reassuring myself that they were here, that they were safe. But each time I looked at them, I couldn’t help but remember Ryan’s cold, calculating voice, his cruel smile as he threatened the children. It haunted me, replaying in my mind over and over again.I had no idea how I was going to tell Charlotte that her father was dead yet, and that was the reason
ElenaThe cold floor bit into my skin, the damp air thick with the scent of mildew and....urine. Thud. Thud. Thud.My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic rhythm that drowned out the echos of Charlotte whimpers."Mommy." Charlotte's voice was barely a whisper as she unwrapped her arms around me and moved to my side.Jaden was on the floor. Passed out cold from the looks of it.The terror in my eyes mirrored that in Charlotte's. They must have brought him in when we fell asleep.I held unto him.I had to be strong for them.But how was the possible when every breath felt like it could be my last.Footsteps echoed along the hallway, signifying the presence of a couple of people. The door creaked open, and I felt my heart stop.Ryan stepped into the cell, his face twisted into a mask of cold, calculating fury. Behind him, Sebastian’s limp form was dragged in by one of Ryan's men.Blood matted his hair and clothes, and I had to bite back a scream."It's only fitting that I kill the whole
"Elena. Get up. Now."I woke up to the harsh whisper slicing through the silence.Disoriented, I wasn't surprised to find myself alone on the bed, the remnants of last night's comfort dissipated like smoke.What was happening?"Sebastian?" I called out softly, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it.Something was wrong.He was at my side in a flash, his hand gripping mine tightly.For the past eight months, I had worked with and even married him and I had never seen the expression he wore on his face."Get dressed quickly." Sebastian commanded, his voice low but firm. "We need to leave. Now."Panic clawed up my throat. "What's going on?"Sebastian's jaw clenched. "I have no idea what kind of deals you held with Ryan and Elliot but Ryan has gone rogue. He's going to kill you the way he...."A pang pierced my heart at the realisation.Scrambling to my feet, I could feel my heart racing as I yanked on my clothes. "Charlotte, Jaden...""She'
Elena."Hey."I had my arms wrapped around myself, unshed tears glistened in my eyes. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this, but... I didn't want... Charlotte..."My lips trembled in an effort to keep the wobbly smile I had on."Fuck whatever happened." He was by my side in an instant, his eyes scanning my exposed body for any sign of injury. "What happened now? Did Ryan..."His words hung in the air. I could see the way he struggled with himself mentally."It's Charlotte father." I swallowed hard. "My first husband, James Miller. The hospital called and said he was admitted after a car accident. He's..he's..." I choked on a sob I didn't want to slip out.I guess I didn't need to finish my sentence before he understood what I was trying to say. But I didn't expect sympathy from him - his wife crying over her first husband - or anyone in this estate. I expected rage."Come here, sweet girl." The rough crack in his voice was unexpected.He opened his arms, and I didn't hesitate to ste
Elena."My old man's name is Adrian Romanov too. He wants to meet you, and only you."Adrian Romanov's words played a loop in my head like a broken record. Two days after we met and I was yet to find the pause button.Even now, as I watched the kids play, I sensed the torment from Ryan when he couldn't come close to me since Sebastian stayed home and by my side a lot.I also sensed something else from Sebastian. An hostility I never knew he had until now towards Ryan.We'd returned after his conversation with the Russian lord, my heart a vigorous drum in my chest, my blood vibrating in my veins. It was like he had something important he wanted to ask, yet kept himself at a distance. "Does he plan to hurt you too?"Yes.Ryan would stop at nothing to hurt me or the kids if it meant he would have a chance to get some time with his precious James. But I needed his help with Elliot.I'd always been the good girl. The one who loved her parents and hoped for a healthy marriage like theirs w
Sebastian.If Elena was to be described with one word, it was stubborn.The novelty of being our little argument at the estate faded quick when she insisted on coming with me to wherever I was going to.The way we had left things moments ago gnawed at me, and it was quite possible I would go insane if nothing was done about it.I gave in.I was happy that I finally got an audience with Adrian Romanov, but all I could think about was Elena.I stared at her as we walked through the door of the apartment complex where we were supposed to meet. She wore a simple black gown that flared out at the waist side and ended at her knees, but she glowed in a way that made it impossible to look away.I traced her features with my eyes, soaking in the curve of her lips and the way her features came together to birth a beautiful being. When she gave me a little smile to show her support, my heart dipped.Where people smiled with just their mouth, Elena smiled with her eyes. The way the corner of her
Elena.I had no idea how on earth I was supposed to follow a man who was using a car to get to his destination, with a group of people tailing him already.But I knew I had to do it. Even if it was the last thing I did.**Sebastian's face had leached of colour. "That was days ago." He said, his voice low. "People tell their kids stuff all the time. Just to get them off their back.""Did yours? Because until you needed me for some sort of deal, I wasn't more than a nanny to your son to you."He flinched. "Look. I shouldn't have said what I said, but I'm very protective of... Jaden, he's my son, especially after what happened to Rachel. You know, as well as I do, how a child would feel if something happened to someone else he cared about.""So what would happen years after you're done with me?" I couldn't change the sting from the memory. "Once I can be disposed.""You would never be disposed." He raked his hands through his hair, successfully destroying the sleek back look. He was cl
Elena.No one actually thinks they are a bad person.I was playing the game for the long run."There are two options. Get me in on your husband's business and everything it entails, or provide the money and diamond you and James stole from the office."A tough call.I could never be able to provide those.In my defence, I had a good reason for shooting James and inadvertently causing the destruction that followed. I had good reasons for staying away from my dad and Evangeline.When I made attempts for them to end James's life quietly, they had refused.Blackmailing me shouldn't be an option in their lives.The blackmail wasn't something I could tell Sebastian, not when I made a deal with Ryan already.I should have told Sebastian from the beginning. He would have handled the situation in a way that I never could, with poise and dignity. Then again, if I had done that, Elliot wouldn't be able to care for James anymore.I adjusted the tablet in my hand. Between learning how to use devic
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