POV: HENRY
With quick strides, I headed toward the sound of crying, not looking back. It was only when we stopped at the playground that I realized I had taken Lauren’s hand, pulling her along to match my pace. There was Theodor, sitting on the ground next to the slide, holding his leg and crying loudly.
“Buddy, what happened?” I asked, kneeling beside him quickly. I noticed the stares from people around us and realized only then that my hand was still holding Lauren’s. She immediately let go, taking a step back and avoiding eye contact.
“Uncle Henry, it hurts!” Theodor whimpered, crying even louder. My attention returned to him, and I saw blood running from his knee.
“I told you this would happen, boy!” Mia stepped forward, her tone irritatingly smug. “I tried to stop him, but he pushed me and fell!”
“That’s not true! She
POV: HENRYHer words lingered with me. Casting an intrigued glance at Margareth, I turned my attention back to Lauren, who was cradling Theo with an almost natural care.Before she could continue, I quickly intervened, taking Theo from her arms.“Let me handle this. He’s getting heavy,” I said, holding Theo securely as he rested his head on my shoulder, visibly exhausted. I glanced back at Lauren, who hesitated, her timid eyes avoiding mine, her expression carrying a hint of sadness. Perhaps it was because of my earlier harsh tone.I stepped closer and whispered so only she could hear:“You really are a fairy, aren’t you? You managed to make him stop crying.”Lauren’s eyes widened, her lips forming a small “O.” She slowly shook her head, still surprised, while gently stroking Theo’s back as he began to yawn.“Mr. C
POV: LAURENI closed the door and let out a deep sigh, feeling my heart beat faster than usual. My hands were sweaty and trembling slightly as I tried to calm myself down. On the other side of the door, I heard slow, deliberate footsteps, stopping right in front of my door. My body reacted before I could even think. I took a step back, shaking my head in denial.“Please, don’t come in,” I murmured to myself, my voice barely a whisper. I took a few more hesitant steps back, watching the shadow under the door slowly move away. My chest tightened, and a wave of confusion washed over me. “What am I doing?”I turned and walked to the mirror, desperately trying to unzip the dress that stubbornly refused to budge. I bit my lips, frustrated with the situation.“It would be easier if we just picked up where we left off,” I muttered under my breath, almost joking with myself. “At least the dress would come off more easily.”The words slipped out before I could stop them, and suddenly, an unwant
POV: LAURENMy heart raced, fast and erratic, as if it were trying to escape my chest. I turned slowly, trying to compose myself, but it was impossible to ignore his presence. Henry stood there, as imposing as ever, with a glass of drink in his hand. His dark, piercing eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that seemed to cut through all my defenses. It was as if he could read every thought and every desire I tried to hide.Before I could say or do anything, the dress I had been holding so carefully slid down my body, falling softly to the floor. The cold air of the mansion touched my skin, but it wasn’t that that made me tremble. It was his gaze. His eyes traced every inch of the fabric as it fell, as if memorizing every curve, every detail of my body. He didn’t rush. Every movement of his eyes was slow, deliberate, as if savoring the moment.I felt exposed, vulnerable, but also… desired. The way he looked at me was unlike anything I had ever experienced—it was deeper, more intense.
POV: HENRYIt had been a long night, filled with thoughts and longing for a visit that never happened. Lauren still affected me deeply, just as she had since college. I knew I shouldn’t care that she didn’t remember me or who we once were—or almost were. But it was hard to ignore.Even before five in the morning, my mind was already flooded with images of her—her perfect body, her curves, the flush on her cheeks under the soft night light, the roundness of her breasts, her nipples hardened by the cold. It was impossible not to feel the desire rising again.“Damn, I’m going to need another cold shower,” I muttered, frustrated, running a hand through my hair. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to keep myself in check. “I should’ve kissed her. I should’ve brought her to my room.”I spoke to no one as I adjusted my dress shirt. Shaking my head with a half smile, I remembered my phone ringing the night before. The doorman had called to say that a friend of my nanny was insisting on comin
POV: LAURENAfter what happened with Henry, I decided to spend the day away from the mansion until Theodor got back from school. I took advantage of the free morning to go to the doctor with my friend Kate and have my first ultrasound.Lying on the examination table, ready for the procedure, Kate held my hand, offering support while the doctor asked me to relax.“Ms. Becker, take a look—here's your baby,” the doctor said, pointing to a tiny dot on the screen. “You're eight weeks along. And here...”He pressed the device against my belly, and the sound of a fast, strong heartbeat filled the room. My eyes welled up with tears, and I looked at Kate, who was also crying with emotion.“Look at that, Lauren—our little miracle,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.The doctor glanced at us, curious.“So, was this baby planned? Is the donor involved?” he asked innocently.Kate and I burst into laughter.“Oh no, doctor. She's my friend—more like a sister, actually,” I explained, still laugh
POV: LAURENThe car stopped in front of the mansion. I kept my gaze steady on Henry Carter, not looking away.“Mrs. Becker, let's go to my office. The housekeeper will take care of Theodor until we're done.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. He got out of the car without waiting for a response.I felt Theo’s small hand tighten around mine. His teary eyes stared at me, filled with worry.“Uncle Henry is upset,” he murmured.I ran my fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him.“Don't worry about that now, my brave boy.” I smiled, even as nervousness tightened its grip on me. “I'll figure out what's going on, and then we'll talk, I promise.”“I won’t let him take you away from me!” Theo declared, puffing out his chest. He jumped out of the car and shot a cold look at his uncle
POV: LAURENI opened and closed my mouth a few times, but no words came out. My brain was trying to process what I had just heard. My eyes were wide, locked on him—confused and intrigued.“What?” I murmured, barely audible.Henry let out a soft, amused sigh.“Mrs. Becker, breathe first,” he teased, stepping back slightly to face me directly. “You heard me perfectly. Don't make me repeat myself.”“Are you insane?” I burst out, shaking my head in disbelief. I brushed past him abruptly, pushing his arms aside to make way. “What kind of boss asks his nephew’s nanny to marry him?”“The kind who wants to avoid an even bigger scandal,” Henry replied calmly, walking over to the desk and picking up a few newspapers.I frowned, crossing my arms.“What exactly does that mean?&rdquo
POV: LAURENIt was a cold and rainy night. I had spent the entire day planning something special for Ethan and me. After so many days of him seeming distant and indifferent, I thought maybe a thoughtfully prepared dinner could help us reconnect. I made his favorite dish and set the table perfectly, with candles and flowers. The aroma of the roast still filled the house when I heard the front door open.“Ethan?” I called out excitedly as I walked out of the kitchen.He entered without even glancing at me. He took off his wet coat and threw it over the back of the sofa, heading straight for the stairs. Furthermore, he looked exhausted but also detached, as if being home was a burden.“You’re home earlier today. I made dinner. I thought we could eat together,” I said, my tone hopeful.Ethan stopped in the middle of the room, finally looking at me with his deep-set eyes and raised chin. His expression was filled with disinterest as he wrinkled his nose.“I already ate. I had a long meetin
POV: LAURENI opened and closed my mouth a few times, but no words came out. My brain was trying to process what I had just heard. My eyes were wide, locked on him—confused and intrigued.“What?” I murmured, barely audible.Henry let out a soft, amused sigh.“Mrs. Becker, breathe first,” he teased, stepping back slightly to face me directly. “You heard me perfectly. Don't make me repeat myself.”“Are you insane?” I burst out, shaking my head in disbelief. I brushed past him abruptly, pushing his arms aside to make way. “What kind of boss asks his nephew’s nanny to marry him?”“The kind who wants to avoid an even bigger scandal,” Henry replied calmly, walking over to the desk and picking up a few newspapers.I frowned, crossing my arms.“What exactly does that mean?&rdquo
POV: LAURENThe car stopped in front of the mansion. I kept my gaze steady on Henry Carter, not looking away.“Mrs. Becker, let's go to my office. The housekeeper will take care of Theodor until we're done.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. He got out of the car without waiting for a response.I felt Theo’s small hand tighten around mine. His teary eyes stared at me, filled with worry.“Uncle Henry is upset,” he murmured.I ran my fingers through his hair, trying to comfort him.“Don't worry about that now, my brave boy.” I smiled, even as nervousness tightened its grip on me. “I'll figure out what's going on, and then we'll talk, I promise.”“I won’t let him take you away from me!” Theo declared, puffing out his chest. He jumped out of the car and shot a cold look at his uncle
POV: LAURENAfter what happened with Henry, I decided to spend the day away from the mansion until Theodor got back from school. I took advantage of the free morning to go to the doctor with my friend Kate and have my first ultrasound.Lying on the examination table, ready for the procedure, Kate held my hand, offering support while the doctor asked me to relax.“Ms. Becker, take a look—here's your baby,” the doctor said, pointing to a tiny dot on the screen. “You're eight weeks along. And here...”He pressed the device against my belly, and the sound of a fast, strong heartbeat filled the room. My eyes welled up with tears, and I looked at Kate, who was also crying with emotion.“Look at that, Lauren—our little miracle,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.The doctor glanced at us, curious.“So, was this baby planned? Is the donor involved?” he asked innocently.Kate and I burst into laughter.“Oh no, doctor. She's my friend—more like a sister, actually,” I explained, still laugh
POV: HENRYIt had been a long night, filled with thoughts and longing for a visit that never happened. Lauren still affected me deeply, just as she had since college. I knew I shouldn’t care that she didn’t remember me or who we once were—or almost were. But it was hard to ignore.Even before five in the morning, my mind was already flooded with images of her—her perfect body, her curves, the flush on her cheeks under the soft night light, the roundness of her breasts, her nipples hardened by the cold. It was impossible not to feel the desire rising again.“Damn, I’m going to need another cold shower,” I muttered, frustrated, running a hand through my hair. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to keep myself in check. “I should’ve kissed her. I should’ve brought her to my room.”I spoke to no one as I adjusted my dress shirt. Shaking my head with a half smile, I remembered my phone ringing the night before. The doorman had called to say that a friend of my nanny was insisting on comin
POV: LAURENMy heart raced, fast and erratic, as if it were trying to escape my chest. I turned slowly, trying to compose myself, but it was impossible to ignore his presence. Henry stood there, as imposing as ever, with a glass of drink in his hand. His dark, piercing eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that seemed to cut through all my defenses. It was as if he could read every thought and every desire I tried to hide.Before I could say or do anything, the dress I had been holding so carefully slid down my body, falling softly to the floor. The cold air of the mansion touched my skin, but it wasn’t that that made me tremble. It was his gaze. His eyes traced every inch of the fabric as it fell, as if memorizing every curve, every detail of my body. He didn’t rush. Every movement of his eyes was slow, deliberate, as if savoring the moment.I felt exposed, vulnerable, but also… desired. The way he looked at me was unlike anything I had ever experienced—it was deeper, more intense.
POV: LAURENI closed the door and let out a deep sigh, feeling my heart beat faster than usual. My hands were sweaty and trembling slightly as I tried to calm myself down. On the other side of the door, I heard slow, deliberate footsteps, stopping right in front of my door. My body reacted before I could even think. I took a step back, shaking my head in denial.“Please, don’t come in,” I murmured to myself, my voice barely a whisper. I took a few more hesitant steps back, watching the shadow under the door slowly move away. My chest tightened, and a wave of confusion washed over me. “What am I doing?”I turned and walked to the mirror, desperately trying to unzip the dress that stubbornly refused to budge. I bit my lips, frustrated with the situation.“It would be easier if we just picked up where we left off,” I muttered under my breath, almost joking with myself. “At least the dress would come off more easily.”The words slipped out before I could stop them, and suddenly, an unwant
POV: HENRYHer words lingered with me. Casting an intrigued glance at Margareth, I turned my attention back to Lauren, who was cradling Theo with an almost natural care.Before she could continue, I quickly intervened, taking Theo from her arms.“Let me handle this. He’s getting heavy,” I said, holding Theo securely as he rested his head on my shoulder, visibly exhausted. I glanced back at Lauren, who hesitated, her timid eyes avoiding mine, her expression carrying a hint of sadness. Perhaps it was because of my earlier harsh tone.I stepped closer and whispered so only she could hear:“You really are a fairy, aren’t you? You managed to make him stop crying.”Lauren’s eyes widened, her lips forming a small “O.” She slowly shook her head, still surprised, while gently stroking Theo’s back as he began to yawn.“Mr. C
POV: HENRYWith quick strides, I headed toward the sound of crying, not looking back. It was only when we stopped at the playground that I realized I had taken Lauren’s hand, pulling her along to match my pace. There was Theodor, sitting on the ground next to the slide, holding his leg and crying loudly.“Buddy, what happened?” I asked, kneeling beside him quickly. I noticed the stares from people around us and realized only then that my hand was still holding Lauren’s. She immediately let go, taking a step back and avoiding eye contact.“Uncle Henry, it hurts!” Theodor whimpered, crying even louder. My attention returned to him, and I saw blood running from his knee.“I told you this would happen, boy!” Mia stepped forward, her tone irritatingly smug. “I tried to stop him, but he pushed me and fell!”“That’s not true! She
POV: LAURENI raised my gaze to him, confused, but followed in silence to the railing. The view before us was breathtaking: a river reflected the soft glow of the moon, surrounded by trees that seemed to whisper in the quiet night.“What a beautiful view,” I remarked, mesmerized. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the fresh night air fill my senses. I inhaled deeply, trying to calm the emotions that were so close to the surface.When I opened my eyes again, I found him fixed on me. He was watching me intently, as if he were trying to uncover every hidden thought in my mind.“Do you feel better?” he asked, his voice low and soft but no less intense. His fingers brushed a strand of hair that had fallen over my face, tucking it gently behind my ear.“Better?” I murmured, still confused, frowning slightly.“Yes, weren’t you t