Page 7 of The Nanny's Bossy Billionaire

Stella:

The billionaire who owns the club, the hotel, heck the entire building we’re in!

Stella:

Major playboy.

Stella:

The man you’re with is Xavier Bennett. Biggest manwhore in all of New York City. Or so Natalia says.

Stella:

Run for your life!

Or maybe don’t. I kind of want to see where this is going. Actually, I think I know *wink*

Stella:

…And now you’re leaving with him!?

Stella:

Have fun—and be safe.

Text me, okay? Love ya x.

I’m in the elevator putting on my shoes while trying to wrap my head around Stella’s messages. Xavier owns the club.

I just had the wildest sex of my entire life with a notorious playboy.

Wow. No wonder he was so good at it. I’m just another name on his long list of girls he’s slept with.

“I work in real estate.” There I was pouring out my life’s history while he was just giving up the token information required to get into my pants. I want to kick myself in the butt.

Another text from Stella pops up on my phone.

Stella:

Please text back if you’re alive. I’m worried about you.

Me:

I’m fine. omw home now.

Stella:

Yay! Can’t wait for you to get here!

I let out a rueful chuckle.I bet you can’t.

Chapter Three

Xavier

I wake up aloneand naked, her smell lingering in my nostrils. I glance at the Rolex on my wrist and see it’s not even 4 a.m. Two things irritate me.

First, I’ve always been a light sleeper, much to Zoey, my twin sister’s frustration. She would always complain that a pin drop was sufficient to wake me up. So how I managed to sleep through it while a woman who was wrapped around me disentangled herself is beyond me. Secondly,where’s the fucking fire, Brooke?Why did she rush off?

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