I push open the door, eager for escape. “What’s wrong?” Neil asks behind me. I glance back in time to see Archer stand and whisper in his ear. Neil’s eyes go wide. “Angela,” he corrects, far too late. “Will you marry me, Angela?” Then, suddenly, everyone starts talking at once. I dip out i
The couple split apart. The woman looks behind me and gasps. Seeing her face, she’s older than I expected. Probably one of those wives who flirted with Beau earlier. Beau himself just smirks at me now. He’s still palming the woman’s ass. “Something you needed, Nanny?” I roll my eyes. I want to t
I can see the exact moment Beau reads about what happened in the dining room. Something flashes in his eyes. He tries to hide it, but I still see it. And Gods help me, it looks a hell of a lot like amusement. I know I’m in for a world of torment. Oddly though, that amusement flickers in the next i
But I feel like I should know, before this goes even one minute farther. “Am I fired?” I ask. He goes very still. Then his gaze flits back down to Mia in my arms. “Don’t ask stupid questions.” I look at him with wide eyes. There are so many other fears, but that one, at least, is assuaged. F
“You know what’s going to happen to him,” Archer says, frowning deeply. His grip is tight on the steering wheel. I sink back into my seat. Yeah, I kind of do know what’s going to happen to him. Their father is such a monster, Neil’s certain to receive a hell of a beating this time. Will that alone
I wish I could go to the gym and spar out my excess energy. Instead, I’m trapped here in this car with Archer who is still glaring at me every now and then, like he hates me. Maybe he does hate me. I hate that it hurts to think he might. I still care about him, the bastard. Archer pulls into h
“Leave?” I echo, not trusting my ears. Did I hit my head in the bathroom? Maybe this is some kind of dream or hallucination. “What about the contract?” “Null and void,” Neil says. “You’ve done enough. Just get out.” “But what about Mia? Who will be the nanny?” “We’ll find someone else.” His ga
When the back of my knees hit the bed, he shoves me and I topple. Quickly, he crawls over me. He grabs my wrists and pins them up above my head. He only needs one hand to shackle both of my wrists. With his other hand, he grabs one of my tits and brushes his thumb over my hardened nipple. I shudde