Most Feared Predator

So, I point my gaze at the woman and wait for her to open her mouth. Before I could get committed to her son with autism, I have to understand the reason why of all applicants, it has to be me.

They did not even ask for my resume and application form for their reference as far as I can remember after locking in a chamber on the cruise ship.

"You'll know about us eventually, Ms. Clarkson. It's a private matter. Can we talk about it in our place?" she was hiding something, my instinct can tell.

Then, she ordered everyone to hop back into the car and requested one of their bodyguards to send my parents back to our house.

Because I already agreed to it, I left no choice but to hop into the car that Charles and his mom occupied. A bridge of utter silence then emerges between us in the car.

Charles' mom is busy studying the screen of his phone while her son is also playing with the teddy bear he got from the kid on the cruise ship. Perhaps it was his indeed.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a humongous old mansion that looks like a haunted house surrounded by a dense forest. From what I can see, the mansion has no nearby houses.

"This mansion is only built for Charles' rest house. Our main house is built on the island for a confidential reason. But, you'll know about it as well. I'll let Charles tell you his darkest secret." she utters before she hops out of the car.

When I got the chance to catch a glimpse of the interior of the mansion, my eyes and mouth remained wide open. It looks so scary from the outside, but everything that can be found inside shines like a diamond.

Everything seems to be more unique and expensive. They have a few collections of antiques, portraits, gold and silver weapons, animal skulls, and bones.

I didn't get the chance to indulge in most parts of the mansion when we only stayed four to six minutes before we hopped back into the car and started our journey back to the cruise ship heading to the island.

This time, it's just us who board the cruise ship.

In the middle of our journey to the island, one of Mrs. Bridgerton's men in a tuxedo explains to me what to do and not to do as soon as we reach the mansion.

They have a few restrictions implemented on the island, including strictly not taking pictures and wandering in the woods without Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton's approval, and that whatever I could discover on the island stays on the island.

The rest of his instructions are about always keeping an eye on Charles. Yes. My only job is to keep an eye on Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton's only son no matter where he goes.

Sounds easy but the man makes sure to stab me with the thought of the high risk of getting into trouble, hurt, or even killed while keeping an eye on Charles. That is why he told me that I should keep Charles in his cool mood at all times if I don't want to get into trouble.

Forty minutes later, we disembarked the cruise ship and started marching to the mansion. It was completely dark when we stepped foot on the island's white sands.

What worried me the most is that the only place that has lights on the island is the mansion. The rest of the parts are dense forests and a wide blue ocean.

The next morning, I woke up as early as before sunrise to make sure Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton get impressed with me on my first day as Charles' nanny.

"What are those weird sounds outside?" I rub my eyes to get a better view of the mansion when they switched off the lights at midnight to save electricity.

When I got the chance to follow the source of the weird sounds, the balls of my eyes immediately enlarged as I found Charles playing with the water completely naked.

An eighteen-year-old man with autism is playing naked which causes my brain to freeze for a few seconds. No one told me what to do when awkward things like that happened.

So, I turned my face in the other direction, away from Charles' naked body. Unfortunately, despite doing that, my helpless brain could still imagine his well-built six-pack abs.

Charles, undeniably, had fair white skin from head to toe that shone like a diamond. Enough reason for me not to notice his broad and hairy chest and large biceps.

While holding onto that thought, I could not help myself from gulping a bulk of water down to my throat.

Despite that, I managed to catch a glimpse of him for about ten seconds, it was still long enough not to notice his meek face, deep dimples, and his gorgeous smile that arouses my desire for lust.

"What are you thinking, Chloie?" I uttered to myself. "That man had serious brain damage. Why are you drooling at him? Stop it! Stop it!"

"Ms. Clarkson?" Charles eagerly breathed out my name which causes my heart to beat rapidly. "Do you want to join getting wet with mommy bear, daddy bear, and baby bear?"

Shit. What's going on with me? If I couldn't have known this guy behind me had some serious problem inside his brain, my poor heart might have fallen in love with him already.

He comes from a wealthy family and good-looking young man. Truth be told, I can say that he was the first young man I encountered that tall and good-looking.

His physical appearance was close to perfection. Is this the dark secret about Charles that Mrs. Bridgerton and her men talk about?

"Is everything all right, Ms. Clarkson?" to my surprise, Charles approaches me with no signs of hesitation or shyness.

He even stood in front of me, freely exposing everything. That made me raise a question if his six nannies before haven't taught him anything about proper etiquette. Didn't he realize that even if I'm his nanny, I'm still a woman?

"Ms. Clarkson?" Charles added before he tapped my warm and stiffened shoulders. Good thing his freezing arms woke up my fantasies of him.

"I'm fine," I uttered shortly with my eyes searching for anything I can use to hide Charles' naked body. But I'm not fine, really.

Charles has no plan to cover it because if he does, he could have done it the second he notices me. But then again, he had brain issues. And I don't know if it has been registered in his system the distinction between right and wrong.

As soon as my eyes catch a glimpse of the white towel on the bench, I immediately seized it and offered it to Charles to cover his body. I could have scanned the entire balcony for the towel but I didn't. Instead, I got distracted by Charles' adonis type of body.

To make sure this incident could not happen again, I gently advised Charles not to remove his entire clothes if he wants to play with water as early as before sunrise or any time of the day.

Advising him is the only thing I could bestow him so he will not get confused or mad at me. After that, we went back to our respective rooms to get ready for school.

The island also has a school where only selected people are allowed to enroll - rich people. First and second-generation rich kids to be specific as far as my knowledge serves me right.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you our new student, Chloie Clarkson. To those who think she comes from a wealthy family like you, no she isn't. However, she works at the Bridgerton's mansion as the young master's new nanny." says our professor. "So, let's all welcome her with a round of applause."

Charles smiles at me and led the cheering and whooping but those continuous trembling of his fingers and mouth give me goosebumps.

As soon as the cheering and whooping stopped, one of the students suddenly uttered, "what are you, Charles? An eight-month kid who still needs someone to put diapers down there? Oh, I forgot, your brain still thinks like one, right?"

Everyone laughed at us after that. I don't know if this is not new to the class but Charles' expression tells me the other way around. Her mom always reminds me that her son should not get mad by all means.

And he was furious at the moment. His eyes were telling me that he wants to murder a man in cold blood, especially when his trembling already stopped.

So, his mood, either glad or mad, affects those continuous trembling. Nevertheless, I don't know if getting mad at someone does good things for his autism.

"We are the most feared predators, Charles. Do you think getting a gorgeous human nanny would fix that big brain of yours?" he added.

"Stop it, Clark!" exclaims our professor but he did nothing after that. Instead, he drops his butt on his desk and scans his book.

Most feared predators. Yes. I heard Clark's statement loud and clear. But, what does he mean by that? Was that Charles' darkest secret?

"Don't mind them, Ms. Clarkson. You can now go to your seat." says our professor. Perhaps he notices that my brain was somehow bothered by what Clark announced.

"No. Not yet, Mr. Professor." I strongly announced while looking Charles in the eye. "As a new student of this school, I hate to say this but enough is enough. "Charles may have a different way of thinking, but he's a kind heart. A baby heart. And if I have to pick one between someone talkative as Clark and a baby heart like Charles, there's no way I would choose Clark."

As soon as I put everyone into profound silence, including Clark, I marched to the empty desk next to Charles and gave him a high-five.

So, it makes me think that Clark was simply making jokes in class about Charles being a predator.