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CarolinaI wake up the next morning cocooned in a bed that feels like a cloud. I don't think I've ever slept so well in my entire life. Between the down pillows and the million-thread-count silk sheets, I've never been so comfortable.It takes a second to remember where I am, and for a moment, I'm overwhelmed at what I've taken on. I've never been a nanny before. I don't have that much experience with kids, especially one-on-one. Can I even handle something like that?Then I think of the little boy, beaming as I handed him the plastic dinosaur. I take a deep breath, sitting up in bed.You'll do a good job, I tell myself. That kid needs you. Brandon may be surrounded by wealth and luxury, things I never had as a child, but Mr. Armstrong is also clearly too busy to give him everything he needs.Just like I was, he's a kid in need of attention. I can fill that gap.I slide out of bed, putting on slippers as I shuffle to the bathroom to wash my face and get ready for the day. It's almost
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CarolinaI follow the directions on the sheet Evans provided for me. I make sure he finishes his breakfast, then shuttle him to pre-K, which is at a daycare a few blocks away. I try to chit chat with him as we head over, but he doesn't say a word to me the entire time.When he gets back from pre-K, the situation is no better. I was hoping that seeing other kids might perk him up, but he's as subdued as he was this morning.I feel like an absolute failure. It's my first day, and I don't think I've gotten Brandon to say more than two sentences to me. What on earth am I doing wrong? This was so much easier the last time I saw him.Laura shows up in the afternoon to straighten things up, and greets me with a nod. She's not live-in, but Mr. Armstrong told me that she'll be by often to make sure everything's tidy. While she cleans, I try to play with Brandon in the living room, but he doesn't seem interested in any of the toys or games I pull out in my attempts to entice him.By five o'cloc
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CarolinaAs I tuck Brandon into bed, he insists on laying the dinosaur on the pillow beside him."He likes to sleep next to me," Brandon tells me, talkative now that the crisis has passed. "Otherwise, he gets nightmares by himself. That was why I was worried about him, 'cause he doesn't like to be alone.""That makes sense," I say, nodding seriously. "You're a good friend to keep him company."The door opens partway, and some extra light spills into the room from the hall. I look up to see Mr. Armstrong standing in the entrance, a look of surprise on his face, like he wasn't expecting to interrupt a conversation between me and Brandon."You just about ready for bed?" Mr. Armstrong says, stooping to plant a kiss on Brandon's forehead.Brandon hums in affirmation, and Mr. Armstrong smiles. Again, I see that soft look on his face, the one that's so drastically different from the grave expression he usually wears."Glad to hear it. Sleep tight, Brandon." Mr. Armstrong gives me a nod, then
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EvansWhen I get to my office, I set the half-finished glass of whiskey on the desk and collapse into one of the armchairs in the sitting area, rubbing my forehead.I have another handle of this scotch on the bar cart in the corner of the room, which is good—I'm definitely going to need it after that conversation, if it could even be considered that.I'm unsettled, even after all this time, by the mention of Serena. I'm sure that Carolina learned some of the details of the situation from her brother—I mentioned it to Noah when we first met, so it's not altogether surprising.And besides, it's not like I planned to keep it from her. If she's going to be the kid's guardian, she deserves to know things like this. Still, her mentioning it threw me off balance.The way she looked at me, her eyes luminous and sincere, threw me off balance.Earlier today, when Brandon was closed-off and shy, I was starting to think that maybe this wouldn't work after all. The thought filled me with conflicti
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CarolBrandon and I play Twister for another fifteen minutes or so, long enough for me to almost pull at least five muscles. I forgot what it was like to play Twister; maybe I should've stretched beforehand, or something.Brandon, of course, has the carefree elasticity of a little kid. I don't think he could hurt himself playing this game if he tried. He beats me handily, laughing his head off the entire time.Eventually, after another humiliating defeat that twists my body into a pretzel, I hold up a hand and say, "Uh oh, check it out—it's getting real dark outside."Brandon pauses in his laughter and glances toward the large windows, at the quiet street outside. Night has fallen, and the streetlamp on the sidewalk immediately outside of the Armstrong household has turned on."Aw," Brandon says, sounding disappointed."Time for bed, kiddo. Come on, you don't want to be tired tomorrow, do you?"Reluctantly, Brandon helps me fold up the Twister mat and pack away the cardboard spinners
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CarolThe next morning, I wake up before my alarm. Immediately, I'm hit with a wave of embarrassment, my stomach churning before I even sit up.I could hardly sleep last night. The image of Mr. Armstrong standing there, holding his massive cock, staring at me with what I can only describe as lust.I can't believe I did that.It was hot as hell watching him, but I don't even get the luxury of focusing on that, because mostly, I'm just ashamed. I can't believe I did that.What was I thinking?I spent the entire night lying awake in bed, realizing, over and over again, what Mr. Armstrong probably meant. He was embarrassed, of course, and he was telling me, unequivocally, to leave.He wanted me to get out. And instead, I stayed.God, I am so fired.I pull myself out of bed and get dressed slowly, still kicking myself. I head into the bathroom to wash my face, staring at myself in the mirror for a long moment.The last thing I want to do is go downstairs, but I have to. It's Friday. Brando
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CarolFor the next few days after our run-in in the bedroom, Mr. Armstrong and I do our best to avoid each other.I hate feeling like I'm on eggshells around him—after all, I live and work in his house. It's impossible to stay away from him completely. Eventually, for this to work out, we're probably going to have to get past this awkwardness.In order to distract myself from the tension, I do my best to focus on my job. I spend as much time as possible with Brandon, playing games or going down the street to get cupcakes at his favorite cafe.In that time, there are plenty of opportunities for me to get to know Brandon better as an individual.He's a chatty kid, but most of the time, he talks about his toys and games. He never mentions his mom—or his dad, who I realize I know nothing about at all.I find myself wondering how old he was when he came to live with Evans. Does he remember his mother at all?Mr. Armstrong shut down when I brought up Brandon's mother, so I know better than
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CarolAfter I ask Mr. Armstrong about my easel, things seem to thaw a little between us. At the very least, it isn't actively tense in this house.He's still aloof, and distant, and difficult to talk to, but he doesn't avoid me as much. In the mornings, when I get to the kitchen and run into him, he'll make small talk with me as he pours me a cup of coffee.Sometimes, we even have short conversations in the evening, after Brandon goes to bed. They're always light and surface-level, and I still haven't mustered up the courage to let my guard down around him and take him up on a drink.But it's nice. It's more relaxed. We're finally getting along.That's good. That's exactly what I want—to get along.I do my best not to think about the night I saw him jerking off. I try to pretend that the image of his cock in his hand never flashes through my mind. It's not quite working.Because now that things are easier between us, it's getting harder to keep my eyes off of him, and harder to mask m
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CarolinaFor a few seconds, I'm silent, in shock. Then the tears start, and I'm powerless to stop them. "Of course," I manage to choke out, a feeling of weightless elation filling my heart. I feel as though I might drift straight out of this Ferris wheel, up into the sky. "Of course I will."Evans smiles, pressing a kiss to my lips over Brandon's head."Yes!" Brandon shouts, delighted, and Evans and I break apart. I smile at Brandon through my happy tears."What's up, bud?""You're getting married to each other!" Brandon exclaims, beaming. "This is the best birthday ever!" Then he frowns abruptly, noticing my expression. "Why are you crying? Are you sad?""No," I assure him. "Sometimes, people cry when they're very, very happy."The Ferris wheel lurches back into motion, and I feel Evans's hand on my shoulder, his fingertips brushing my neck.As we near the ground, I peer down at the crowd, my eyes widening when I recognize a few familiar faces. "Wait—Evans, is that Olivia?""I invite
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Carolina"Go easy on the cotton candy," I chide Brandon, whose lips are sticky and purple from the confection. "That stuff is gonna make you feel sick.""But it's my birthday!""I know," I say, "but you don't want to be sick on your birthday, do you? After all, you haven't ridden the roller coaster yet."He frowns, considering this, his gaze straying to the kiddie roller coaster across the fairway. Then he shrugs, conceding the point. "Okay," he says. "Everyone else can share the rest of mine."He hands the remaining candy floss over to one of his friends, Jazz, who eagerly tears off a chunk and passes it to the next child.I smile, stepping back to stand beside Evans. Brandon wanted to invite his entire class back to the amusement park for his birthday—a huge fling that would've been immensely difficult if it weren't for the presence of some of the other parents, extra watchful eyes on the kids."We should go on the roller coaster next," Brandon says, trying to cajole his friends. "W
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EvansAfter I finish, Carolina is silent for so long that it terrifies me.I just unloaded my entire heart to her, but for the first time in my life, I'm not sure if I said the right thing. I'm not sure if there's anything else I should say, or if another word might only make things worse.I've always known how to handle myself in any situation, always prided myself on being able to manage whatever came my way. But as I gaze at Carolina, desperately wanting her to believe me, all of that confidence slips away.There are tears in the corners of her eyes. Did I just make her cry? Is she upset? Did I just fuck up again?I open my mouth, not sure what else is going to come out—probably a babbling mess of nonsense, to be honest—but before I can stammer a single word, Carolina leans up to kiss me.We stay there for a few moments, locked in a deep kiss. All I can think about is how soft her lips are against mine, the scent of her floral shampoo that I sought in the sheets of my empty bed for
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CarolinaIt's a long drive, all the way from Evans's place up to the Bronx. With each passing minute, I grow more confused, until finally, Evans pulls into a tree-lined asphalt drive, dappled with sunlight.I don't know what destination I was expecting, but whatever it was, it wasn't this. We're at Woodlawn Cemetery.Evans drives slowly through the wrought iron gates, then up the winding access road, in silence. I turn to him, frowning."Evans—""Almost there," he says.He stops the car beneath the sweeping branches of a massive maple, then steps out, gesturing for me to do the same. I hesitate for a few moments, watching as he crosses the street and approaches a simple, granite headstone.Finally, my curiosity gets the better of me. I climb out of the car and approach him. He turns to face me."I wanted to take you to meet my sister," he says. He's smiling, but there's something sad in the depths of his eyes. "I thought that the most important ladies in my life should get the chance
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CarolinaOutside of Evans's ceiling-high windows, there's a flawless view of the winding branches of the oak tree in the backyard. I wake to the sound of a bird, sitting on the branch, chirping a morning tune.I'm nestled into Evans's arms, and that feels... good. Warm. Right. He's still asleep; the bird hasn't woken him. I spend a few seconds dwelling on the blissful feeling, the pleasant soreness in my muscles, as I watch the chickadee hop around on the branch and finally take flight.As soon as it vanishes out of sight, the reality of everything starts to sink in, and I bite my lip as a knot forms in my stomach.Shit. What did I just do?This was a huge mistake. The wound of our breakup was finally starting to heal over, enough that we could have a nice dinner without any awkwardness and with minimal hurt.And now, after this, I've definitely just reopened it, to its fullest extent.It's just going to get harder and harder every time I let myself have a taste. I can't let this cycl
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CarolinaEvans trails his mouth over my neck and shoulders, teeth scraping my skin as I hook my legs around his waist, both of us desperate for the other."So fucking perfect." His voice is muffled against my skin, as if he can't bear to pull away long enough to speak. "You taste so good, Carolina. Every inch of you. I need you so goddamn badly."His hands move to the waistband of my pants, working the button and zipper down, and I rock from side to side a little, lifting my hips enough for him to slide them off. He takes my panties with them, and I hiss out a breath as the cool marble meets my bare skin."I need to be inside you," Evans groans, nearly ripping my pants off my legs as I desperately kick off my shoes. The heat between us is like an inferno, and I swear the rest of my clothes are about to burn to ash just from touching my skin. "Can I...?""Yes!" It's a breathless gasp, and I nod, reaching for his pants too.He's still wearing his shirt, and so am I, but I hardly even ca
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CarolinaA rush of memories hits me as I walk down the second-floor hallway, especially as I walk past the room I lived in while I worked here. Unable to help my curiosity, I pause outside the door, leaning in to survey my old living space.It's almost empty. The bed is made, but it looks like it hasn't been touched since I was here. It's a little depressing, so I move on quickly.Brandon, in his room, has already put on his pajamas with lightning speed. He's crawling into bed as I enter."Story, story, story!" he chants, an eager grin on his face."Ah, ah," I say. "What are you forgetting?"Brandon frowns for a moment, unsure; then realization dawns on him. He climbs back out of bed and goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Only once he's back do I settle on the side of his bed, racking my brains for a story.Eventually, I spin a tale about our two betta fish meeting in a stream and becoming friends. Given what I know about betta fish, this is a pretty fanciful story—if Gill and
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CarolinaWe all head up to the registers together, and once everything is paid for, I pause by the door awkwardly, glancing back at Brandon and Evans."Well, it was really nice to run into the two of you," I begin, expecting to ungracefully part ways."You should come have dinner with us!" Brandon bursts out loudly—he's having an energetic day.I cringe internally, glancing over at Evans. "Um, I don't know if that's a good idea, kiddo.""But it would be so fun!" Brandon cries.Evans nods, his eyes warm as he meets my gaze. His voice is sincere as he says, "Please. You should join us."Whatever I was expecting Evans to say, it wasn't that. I open my mouth to refuse, then close it, considering. It couldn't hurt to just go over for dinner. In fact, it might help with the heartache I've been feeling—a reminder that time moves on, or something."Okay, sure," I say hesitantly. "I didn't have anything to do this evening, anyway."Rather than taking the subway back to my place, I get into the
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CarolinaThere are at least fifteen different brands of fish food at the pet store, which makes shopping for my still-unnamed betta fish way more difficult than it needs to be.It's a low maintenance creature, so I don't know what could possibly necessitate all of these different brands. One promises shinier scales, and the other claims to promote healthier fins. I shake my head, weighing one option in each hand.Finally, I decide to make the choice at random. If I picked wrong, my unnamed fish will just have to cope with subpar pellets.I toss the box into my shopping basket and continue down the aisle. I have to pick out a new filter for his little tank, then I'll be on my way.As I round the corner into the next aisle, I almost run straight into someone. I stumble back, startled, and drop my basket. The box of fish food slides across the floor."S-sorry," I stammer, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment."No worries," says a familiar voice.I freeze with my hand halfway to the fish
