Page 26 of Nanny for the Don

The words taste like a lie, and I hate that. Because if I’m being honest with myself, I think maybe I want more than just the hookup. Maybe I’m starting to catch feelings, and that’s a whole mess I’m not ready to deal with.

I slide off the bed, stretching my arms above my head. “I should probably head back to my room,” I say, trying to keep my tone light..”

Nico nods, agreeing. “Yeah, probably for the best.”

I step into my panties and pull on my oversized T-shirt, the fabric soft against my skin. Just as I’m about to head for the door, Nico rises and strides over to me. My eyes flick down, catching sight of his manhood, still heavy and long, hanging between his muscular thighs.

He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me close, his touch sending a shiver up my spine. “I’m still really enjoying this, you know. But if you’re not…”

I cut him off, flashing a quick smile. “No, I am. For real.”

He leans in, kissing me slow and deep, the kind of kiss that makes my knees weak and my brain forget all the reasons I should be keeping my distance. It’s the kind of kiss that makes me think I’d put up with anything just to be close to him like this.

When he finally pulls away, he gives me a playful swat on the ass, and I can’t help but giggle. “See you in the morning,” he says, his voice low and warm.

“What are you in the mood for, breakfast-wise?”

He grins, that cocky smile I can’t get enough of. “Surprise me.”

I slip out of his room, my heart doing a weird little dance in my chest as I head back to mine.

I make my way down the hallway, tiptoeing like I’m sneaking out after curfew. Already, I miss Nico’s warmth, the way he makes me feel all melty inside. It’s kind of pathetic, honestly, but I can’thelp it.

When I slip into my room and shut the door behind me, my mind starts racing. It’s been three weeks since this whole thing started, and somehow, Nico and I have managed to fuck in just about every room in this damn house. And the wild part? I crave him more every day, like I’m addicted or something.

Honestly, it’s low-key terrifying.

I’ve been poking at him, trying to get a read on where his head’s at, if maybe he wants more than just the physical. But every time, he throws up this massive stone wall. He’s got that whole emotionally unavailable vibe down to a science.It’s maddening, and I’m not even sure what I’m hoping for. Do I really want more? Or am I just getting too caught up in all this?

I flop down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, my thoughts swirling around. I’m almost a month into this gig, and I can’t help but wonder—what’s month two going to look like? More of the same? Or is something going to change?

Before I can dive too deep into that mess, a wave of nausea hits me out of nowhere, making my stomach churn. What the hell?

I bolt to the bathroom, dropping to my knees just in time to hurl everything in my stomach.

This isn’t the first time I’ve felt queasy out of nowhere this week, but it’s the first time I’ve actually thrown up. I sit back on my heels, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to figure out what’s going on.

Tomorrow’s Monday, and thankfully, I’ve got the afternoon off. Ms. M’s taking the twins to the pediatrician for their checkup after preschool, so maybe I can squeeze in a visit to my owndoctor – after my lunch date with Kendall, of course.

Last thing I need is to be too sick to work. I can’t let anything mess up this job—Nico or no Nico.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I get up from the floor. Whatever this is, I just need to handle it. I glance in the mirror, my reflection looking a little more pale and tired than usual. I shake it off, deciding that tomorrow, I’m going to get to the bottom of whatever’s going on.

Chapter 14

Willow

Iwake up the next morning feeling like I’ve been hit by a damn truck.Before I even have a chance to fully open my eyes, a nasty wave of nausea hits me, slamming into me hard. I bolt to the bathroom, barely making it before I’m hunched over the toilet, throwing up again.

This time, it’s all dry heaves, and it’s brutal. My whole body feels like it’s been wrung out and left to dry.

When it’s finally over, I sit back on the cold tile floor, gasping for breath. What the hell is going on with me? This feels like the hangover from hell, except I haven’t touched a drop of booze.

I drag myself up and over to the sink, splashing cold water on my face and trying to shake off the grossness. As I look at my reflection, something feels… off. I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s definitely something different staring back at me.

Then, out of nowhere, a thought hits me like a ton of bricks.

What if I’m pregnant?

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