Page 41 of The Nanny's Bossy Billionaire

So I tell her about the incident on the plane, about Vanessa, about Taylor, which is how we got here.

“So you’re telling me while you were waiting for him to get his shit sorted, he was waiting for you to get your act together. Interesting,” Stella says, and I shrug.

Then we look at pictures from the trip.

“Who are those sex on sticks?” Stella points to the two guys flanking Xavier in the picture I’d taken of them coming ashore after jet skiing.

“Oh, it’s Xavier’s friends. The blond guy is Ryan, and Ethan is the other. Ryan is quite close with Xavier.” Stella nods.

“So, how does it work?”

“What?” I ask

“You know, being a billionaire’s girlfriend.”

“Don’t be silly. Xavier is just like anyone. He just has nice things.”

“He’s going to want to give you things; there’s a certain status—”

“I distinctly remember you saying Xavierwon’t make me change anything.”

Stella laughs. “That was before he became your boyfriend! If you think your life is not going to change, you’ve got another thing coming. Babe, he’s stupendously wealthy. I don’t even think it’s safe for him to be in our neighborhood.”

“Oh, come on, Stella. It won’t be like that.”

“Alright, maybe you’re right. I think he’s smitten, though.” She sighs and suddenly throws her arms around me. “Oh, I’m so excited for you! You so deserve to be happy. And spoiled. And thoroughly fucked by a man who—‍”

“Eww, shut up, Stella.” I wrench free of her tight embrace as she collapses on the bed, giggling.

“Oh, come now, sinner, you know I’m right,” Stella manages to say as we both dissolve into fits of laughter.

Chapter Fifteen

Brooke

The next four weeksare bliss. After Cancun, Xavier and I settle into a routine, where he refuses to go two days without seeing me. He either meets me for lunch or dinner or takes me on a date.

He tries to have me stay over as much as possible, but I don’t want to be one of those girls who gets a new man and then abandons her friends. He is the same way, too, because we also hang out with the boys at his home or the clubs.

I notice that Xavier, among other things, is freakishly attentive; it amazes me how interested he is in what I say or do, and in a very short time, there’s almost nothing he doesn’t know about me.

Bonnie, Stella, and I met on a girls’ night out at Empire, where she gave us all the gossip I missed from the wedding. Apparently, so much more happened in those couple of days but because I wasso wrapped up in Xavier, I didn’t realize.

Things are going extremely well, I think, getting out of bed and stretching cramped muscles. I feel a delicious ache deep in my loins. Xavier had been insatiable last night, ferocious in his need to have me repeatedly, and I was right there with him. He finally, and with difficulty, peeled himself from my bed at dawn to attend a video conference with a team from Canada.

I take a deep breath as I head into the bathroom and catch a whiff of spoiled bacon. Stella is going to give herself food poisoning if she carries on with this recent habit of hers.

When I emerge from my room I see Stella having bacon and eggs.

“Stella, that meat is off. I could smell it from all the way in there.”

“Sweetie, I keep telling you, you need your nose checked, it’s perfectly good. Does that mean you’re not having any—”

“Absolutely not, thank you.”

I move to the fridge, wrinkling my nose at the pan and fighting off a wave of nausea. I grab the quinoa salad I made last night. That seems to be the only thing I can abide in the mornings.

“You’re up early, though, for someone who spent the night out.” I peel off the Saran wrap and dig in.

---