I ignore Beau’s remarks, knowing he’s just trying to get me upset. “What are you doing here?” Beau stalks closer to me, much as a shark would come nearer an injured fish in the water. He stops only a few inches away, smirking down at me. His eyes hold fire though. He’s definitely angry. But wh
I glare. “You can’t tell me who to be friends with.” He shrugs like it doesn’t matter to him either way. “I’ve said my peace. Now go straight to the Pyramid, Nanny. Mia needs you.” He tapped at his neck, over where the collar sat on mine. “We’ll be watching you.” Ug, this damn tracker! I wish I
Unacceptable? What the hell does he mean by that? “I’m allowed to have friends,” I say, parroting what I earlier told Beau. I’m taking a chance, hoping Beau was lying earlier about what’s in the contract. “Not if they disrupt the usual order of our lives.” Neil’s voice is low and annoyed. Like t
At my use of the word silly, he straightens and glares me down. “It’s your job to keep her on the schedule, Chloe. Any nanny worth her salt could guess when a baby will use the bathroom based off when they ate.” “’Any nanny worth her salt?’” The insult rankles over my nerves. I’m quickly losing pa
I’m not a liar, so I do try to adhere to some of Neil’s schedule. I set my alarm and wake up when the schedule dictates. Mia is stirring by then, so it’s no big ask to take her into the kitchen for feeding time. Steven is already there when I enter, eating a bowl of cereal. “Hi, Chloe. Hi, Mia.”
“You won’t be seeing Tide again,” Archer says as soon as I’m upright. He kicks off the wall and unhooks his arms. He stays two feet away, his hands in fists at his sides. Great, he’s starting the conversation off angry. For once, I’d like to see him when he’s not annoyed. The world would probably
You like it. Archer’s words shoot white-hot embarrassment through my body – mainly because he’s right. Despite myself, I do like it when he bosses me around. I get hot when he goes all Alpha on me. I absolutely hate myself for it, but it’s true. Not that I will ever admit that to him, though.
Mia grips my shirt in his little hand. Looking down, I see the distress brewing on her face. With me holding her, she must be able to feel some of my growing upset. I don’t want to let Wyatt’s vile demeanor affect Mia so I take her over to where I set up a bouncy seat and place her in it. She hasn