All Chapters of A CURVY NANNY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Blake stood at the front of the chapel, smiling as he watched Iris walking up the center aisle throwing small fistfuls of red rose petals on the floor. She was almost near the white wooden pulpit when she stopped suddenly and peered into the basket.“No more roses,” she declared genuinely, waving the empty basket in the air. Quite determined to do her part well, the little girl bent down and started picking up the petals she had already thrown. Everybody started laughing and Alma came and took Iris in her arms.“You did extremely well, Miss Iris,” she said and they both sat on a chair. Daphne was coming toward him. She smiled at him, nodded, then entered the chapel. Glancing past Daphne, Blake's eyes came to rest on his soon-to-be wife, as she slowly made her way toward him. Nicola was the most beautiful bride he had ever laid eyes on. While his heart was knocking against his ribs, he took a deep breath and walked toward her.“Nik, you’re a vision,” he sai

The moment she closed the door, Blake pulled her in his arms. His lips came down on hers, and Nicola sank into him, enjoying the flavor of his mouth as his tongue slipped inside to tangle with hers. He kissed her long and hard, and when Blake increased the pressure, she could feel the tension rising in him. The pounding of his heart matched hers.“Baby, there are so many things I want to do to you,” he mumbled while his lips were still moving, ravaging her mouth. He studied her face. His blue eyes reflected a hot, restless sea of need and desire that easily matched her own as they ruefully met hers. Oh, God… She wanted to feel everything his gaze was promising and more. Nicola moaned, and his breathing changed, came faster, heavier, and before Nicola knew what was happening, he pushed against her and backed her up against the door. Taking both her hands in his, Blake pinned them above her head and pushed a knee betwe

Hello to you all!I hope you are doing fine and I hope you enjoy this story as much as I love writing it. Thank you so much for your support, your passionate reviews (Bella Jersey, YOU ARE UNIQUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and your precious gems.This is an author’s note for all the readers complaining about the UPDATES. Don’t worry, I will keep it quite short, since I am still working on the next chapters and I don’t want to interrupt the flow.You may not know, but I don’t plan my books in advance. I see the story, but the details come to me while I’m writing. This is how I work. All of my stories are the result of ‘instant inspiration’ (I don’t know if such a thing exists, but it’s the best definition.)So, the fact that one day you see an update made of 2 chapters and the next one made of only 1 chapter is not something I come up with just to annoy the berserk out of you… It just happens… One day I feel inspired to write more, the next I feel less inspired, and… Well, you witnessed the resul

A bit anxious, Blake straightened his bowtie and knocked on Nicola's door. ‘I hope this is going to be a birthday to remember…’ he thought while waiting for Nicola. ‘I hope I can make her happy… tonight, at least.’ The door opened. Blake’s blue eyes grew wide and his heart started pounding like a drum. She was breathtaking. A vision in blue. The dress he picked out and bought for her fit Nicola’s body as if it had been made with her in mind. It was sleeveless with a fitted bodice and a long flowing skirt. She wore her hair down and it fell in curls around her bare shoulders. Fighting the urge to bury his hands in the shiny mass, Blake balled them into fists at his sides. He took a step closer and caught a whiff of her perfume.“You look stunning,” he said huskily.“And you're extremely handsome,” Nicola muttered. He kept gazing at her, lost for words.“Blake, thank you for everything… but you didn’t have t

Nicola stood at her bedroom window and looked out onto the driveway. The sight of Blake brought a lump to her throat. He was already getting into his car, heading off to another long day at the office. Things between them were just the same as they were the night she confessed her true feelings. ‘I married you because I love you with all my heart.’ She yelled her love at him, and things remained unchanged. And then… his painful confession about his troubled past… About being an orphan… Three days had come and gone since that night in the living room when he had opened up to her. Since that night, Blake had gone out of his way to avoid being alone with her. When he spoke to her, Blake refused to look into her eyes.“We are not so different after all, my love…” she murmured. “So, why are you running away from me? From us?” It hurt the way he was shutting her out. A part of her wished they could go bac