My Hot Billionaire Neighbor

My Hot Billionaire Neighbor

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My abrasive next-door neighbor confronts me on the street, accusing me of spying on her with my telescope. I wish I'd known I could have been watching her in her bedroom; I despise squandered opportunities. But I'm not going to let this opportunity pass me by. Her curves scream for me to touch them. I'll show her my telescope, no problem. She turns out to be working for my ex and will do everything she can to keep me from getting what is rightfully mine. She can try everything she wants, but I always take what I want. And I want her right now.

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I crouch down and rapidly sweep the feather duster over the living room table's various knickknacks. I'm sure everything is already clean, but I have a routine and prefer to keep the property in tip-top shape.

As I look across the room, a smile creeps across my face.

I'm still amazed that I live in such a pricey property in Alabang's most renowned neighborhood. Never in my wildest thoughts could I imagine myself walking through such a place, let alone living here. Fortunately, Rachel, an old college friend, introduced me to Romina Martinez and suggested that I apply for the nanny post she had open.

I didn't want to be a nanny, but I didn't have any other options at the time. The job market was tight when I graduated from college with an English degree in hand. If only I'd knew that before I took out all those student loans. But when I met Andrew, Romina's kid, I was completely enamored with him. There's no place I'd rather be after three months of full-time caregiving for him. In fact, I spend more time with him than his parents. It's gotten to the point where people frequently inquire if he's my son. I'm fortunate that we have such a tight relationship.

As if living in such a posh location and caring for an adorable little boy weren't enough, I'm now able to devote my full attention to my true passion... cooking. My passion for cuisine is strong, and I aspire to have my own restaurant one day.

In the meantime, Romina is my personal taste tester here at the office. Every night, it seems, I'm trying out new recipes, such as the roasted duck I cooked the other night or the braised lamb with red potatoes I did two nights ago.

Another perk of my job is having an endless supply of fresh foods to work with. When it comes to food shopping, as with everything else around here, no money is spared. Romina enjoys organic, home-cooked meals, which is exactly what I'm looking for. Andrew has never eaten fast food, and I make it a point to keep him away from it.

Romina steps in with her purse on her shoulder, just as I decide the living room is ready. I find myself admiring her incredible form as she stops to give herself a quick once over in the mirror. Romina's body has never looked better, despite the fact that most women require some time to heal following childbirth. As best as I can tell from the images I've seen around the apartment, her rapid metabolism keeps her rail thin, just like she was in her modeling days. I'm not sure what's troubling her as she starts smoothing non-existent wrinkles out of her tight dress.

Her little hands tug at the lovely silk scarf draped around her neck before tossing it onto the freshly dusted sofa. I wish we were the same size because I adore her fashion sense. She has way more clothes than she knows what to do with thanks to her big wardrobe allowance. In fact, she never wears the same outfit twice. Despite my fashion envy, I adore my diminutive frame's contours and wouldn't change a thing.

I'm not one of those gals who can pull off the model appearance.

Romina walks around in solitude, adding more lipstick to her already pouty red lips. Her sandy-colored hair drapes over her shoulders in gorgeous waves, and the color explodes against her perfect olive tone complexion. Andrew, who is currently napping, has inherited his mother's stunning green eyes, albeit they still have a childish innocence to them. Sadly, Romina no longer has that feature.

“Don't forget to wipe off the picture frames, Aliyah,” Romina says, a flawlessly manicured finger pointing in my direction.

I'll never forget that. I'm more familiar with the ins and outs of this location than you are.

I take the photo closest to me and grin as I recall the day I took it. It's a photograph of Andrew, taken as he was playing with his father, Jonas, in the middle of a chuckle. To be honest, I despise any and all contacts I have with Jonas Samonte, one of Metro Manila's greatest jerks. He's unreasonable in his demands, and every thing he's ever spoken to me has been condescending. Andrew appears to be the only one who can get that man to grin, and even then, it's a rare occurrence. I'm not sure why Romina puts up with Jonas when he just seems to care for his son.

I don't like how he treats me, but he treats his on-again, off-again girlfriend Romina ten times worse. She is the mother of his child, yet she may just as easily be referred to as a glorified concubine. I've watched her cry more times than I care to remember, and I don't think it's worth it to me. Everything she could want is there at her fingers, except Jonas. When he's in the mood to be bothered, he calls her to meet him at any time. He gets whatever he wants, and it's all on his schedule.

"I'm going out with Mr. Samonte," Romina says. "There's no need to wait for me because I'll be back after dinner." Marie should be here for Andrew's lessons in about an hour, so make sure he's eaten his snack by then."

Andrew's French tutor, Madeleine, is a complete nightmare, and I try to avoid her as much as possible when she's here. Andrew is tutored by her three times a week. So she comes in and gestures to things while Andrew blows spit bubbles while she says things in French. I've never heard of someone tutoring a nine-month-old child, but everything is possible if the price is right. Romina came across an article about babies learning languages before they can speak, and the rest is history.

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Brenda De La Mater
Good story.
2023-07-23 09:07:01
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LoviPola
...️...️...️...️...️gooood
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duchess
......... nice story
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goof story
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ONE
I crouch down and rapidly sweep the feather duster over the living room table's various knickknacks. I'm sure everything is already clean, but I have a routine and prefer to keep the property in tip-top shape. As I look across the room, a smile creeps across my face. I'm still amazed that I live in such a pricey property in Alabang's most renowned neighborhood. Never in my wildest thoughts could I imagine myself walking through such a place, let alone living here. Fortunately, Rachel, an old college friend, introduced me to Romina Martinez and suggested that I apply for the nanny post she had open. I didn't want to be a nanny, but I didn't have any other options at the time. The job market was tight when I graduated from college with an English degree in hand. If only I'd knew that before I took out all those student loans. But when I met Andrew, Romina's kid, I was completely enamored with him. There's no place I'd rath
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TWO
I try not to squirm as I watch Romina put on her shoes, take her handbag, and go out the door. I catch a glimpse of Romina departing the building via the glass just in time. The black Mercedes Benz Jonas usually send to fetch her is parked just in front, with the driver holding open the backseat door. As the tail lights fade into traffic, Romina takes her time going inside, and I shake my head.
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THREE
I take a stroll around the apartment, pausing to admire the vaulted ceilings and exposed rustic beams. It doesn't get much better than a penthouse apartment under normal circumstances, but nothing about this situation is normal, and this place is a dump. To be fair, I'm sure this is considered upscale by someone with average taste and a few million dollars in the bank, but it pales in comparison to my mansion.Even as a child, I was fascinated by anything related to space, and my consistent cash flow has enabled me to invest handsomely in my little hobby. I wanted to be an astronaut, but once I discovered my talent for mergers and acquisitions, I had more than enough work to keep me grounded right here on Earth.I run my finger over my newest toy, a replica of a NASA telescope.I stoop down to adjust the focus of the scope's lens. I enjoy getting acquainted with my tools before putting them to use. I like pushing all the buttons and turning the knobs to figure o
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FOUR
I took a deep breath and savor the delicious aroma of the herb-encrusted salmon I prepared for Romina. She said she wouldn't be able to make dinner, but I've always liked to be prepared just in case. Jonas has sent her home without dinner on a few occasions after their quick roll in the sheets, and ever since the first time, I've made it my business to have something tasty on hand."Could you please have some more spinach, Andy?" I inquired.He wrinkles his nose and spits out the green goo that I had just spooned into his mouth."Will you be a good boy and eat a few more carrots?"I spoon some puree into his mouth, and he eats a small amount before blowing bubbles. I deeply regret the day I taught him how to do that, because blowing bubbles and spitting are now his favorite hobbies.He laughs as I shield my face from the veggie onslaught he's unleashed on me. I clean him with a towel before attempting to wipe away the blended vegetables splattered across
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FIVE
After finishing up in the kitchen, I go upstairs to my room on the top floor, which is another perk of being a nanny for a billionaire's son. My room, like the rest of the apartment, is neat and organized, but I still dust and vacuum at least three times per week. I only have my clothes, a few pairs of shoes, and a few trinkets from home in the room.The expensive paintings on the walls and the Greek sculpture on top of a pedestal in the corner don't belong to me, but having them in my space makes me feel fancy. I take great care to only touch those things when absolutely necessary. Romina rarely gives me time to myself; after all, being a live-in nanny is a twenty-four-hour-a-day job. When I'm not caring for Andrew, cooking, or cleaning, I'm not sure what to do with my time. I smooth the wrinkles out of my sheets and get down on my knees to look for dust bunnies under the bed.I sigh as I rise to my feet and gaze out the large floor-to-ceiling windows that line
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SIX
"The projections for the next five years look fantastic," Joe says, pointing to the chart on the screen. "I've done the research, and we're looking at a possible one hundred twenty two percent return on investment."  I've endured dozens of these meetings throughout the day, and this one is no exception. Joe, my friend, or Juggernaut Joe as we like to call him, dabs at the sheen of sweat on his brow. I'm not sure why he gets so nervous when attempting to sell us on one of his ideas. We're all friends, and I trust their judgment; otherwise, they wouldn't be working for me. I flip my pen around in my hand, trying to recall the investment figure Joe mentioned earlier. Except for a few doodles I drew to pass the time, the notepad in front of me is mostly blank.  "Please repeat the investment amounts for me. How much will we have to pay out of pocket at first, and how long will it take before we start
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SEVEN
I take the elevator down to the lobby and take a quick look in the mirror at my outfit. Unlike Romina, I don't need high fashion, especially for my bi-weekly grocery store runs. My tank top, shorts, and favorite pair of sandals are ideal. I take a hold of my hair and wrap it around the top of my head in a knot. It's hot outside, and I despise being hot, especially when my hair is stuck to my neck. I reach into my pocket for a folded piece of paper to double-check my shopping list. Romina stays at home with Andy on rare occasions to go grocery shopping. It's a welcome respite, and I'm grateful she agreed to let me go grocery shopping on my own. I adore Andrew, but it's difficult to shop for fresh meat and vegetables while also caring for a fussy baby. I'm not sure how hands-on parents do it without the help of a nanny or other help. I guess my maternal instincts aren't quite as developed yet, because Andy is constantly grabbing things, trying to rub everything al
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EIGHT
I try to wave her off and sidestep Mrs. Morales. "Well, I can—" But before I can finish, she shoves the leash into my hands and waddles right past me. "Thank you, darling; I'll be right back," she says as she walks inside and into the elevator. I look down at Trixie, feeling... duped. Romina only gives me an hour and a half to shop, and my time is already running out. I take out my phone to see how much time I have left. Shit. I return my gaze to the lobby, hoping to see Mrs. Morales, but it is empty. What is it that is taking her so long? Maybe I'll just tie Trixie to a post and apologize to Mrs. Morales later. Trixie begins to pull away from me, as if she can read my mind and knows I'm trying to get rid of her. Given her size and strength in comparison to mine, she easily wins the brief tug-of-war and the leash slips from my grasp
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NINE
Joe is a man after my own heart, if I were ten years older and still woman crazy. More importantly, neither of us knows how to accept no for an answer, which is how I ended up on this boring blind date. I like to think that his no-holds-barred attitude is what makes him such a successful partner at my firm. I'm not trying to ignore my date, but I can't help but glance at my phone for the millionth time. I work hard to hide my boredom by pretending to be at least somewhat interested in my date. My date, like every other woman Joe seems to know, is a model. He insisted that this one was different from the others, and I had to meet her. What I should have done was think about where this information came from. I should have known better, but I also knew that I wouldn't be able to avoid Joe or the date for long, so I reluctantly agreed. Big blunder. I'm willing to put my entire fortune on the line. Joe discovers all of these
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TEN
I take another bite of lobster and pick up my phone. My mailbox icon flashes, and I focus on the documents Amelia has just sent over. Thank you very much!  "I must be pretty boring," Alma says, pouting. She stabs her salad lazily and looks at me.  "Of course not," I respond. "However, money never sleeps." She smiles, leans back against the table, and runs her fingers through my hair. "I understand, but perhaps it can take a break." I'm confident I can divert your attention away from your work after dinner. Or, if you prefer, I can perform my magic right now."  You have a snowball's chance in hell of taking my mind off anything. Not now, and never. "Tell me more about what you do," I say, trying to steer the conversation away from the possibility of us getting naked together.  Alma returns to her favorite top
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