Page 12 of The Billionaire and the Nanny: Part 2

Bailey

On second thought,maybe I shouldn’t have saidthat.

Zayden Hawthorn, the man I let take my virginity, the man I chose to take my virginity today—gets out of bed, running a hand through his hair and looking as though he’s choking to death right in front ofme.

Finally, he speaks. “Please tell me you were joking.”

I shake my head, not daring to say anything.

“You’re a virgin?”

“I was a virgin. Until now. Untilyou.”

With the way sex just ended, the way we were cuddling in bed, he seemed different. He seemed changed from his earlier self. Softer, more approachable and human. I thought he’d be open to the compliment of knowing I’d chosen him. Big mistake. HUGE. “You say that like it’s no big deal!” he shouts.

“Shh, the baby,” I plead.

“The baby,” he grits. “The baby is exactly the reason I shouldn’t have done this. The whole reason I’m in this predicament in the first pace is because a woman lied to me. Someone obviously wasn’t on the pill like she said she was, which is why there’s a brand new human sleeping in the room next door.” He paces the room. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” he mutters. “Why can’t Istop?”

Stop? It’s a habit of his, isn’t it? Sleeping with any woman he can get away with. Which means, all those nice gazelles I met earlier yesterday have all been in his pants. I guess I can’t blame them, but it makes me feelsick.

“But you used a condom, so I’m not going to get pregnant. Please, Zayden—uh, Mr. Hawthorn…” Ugh, I have no clue what name to use. Is he my boss right now, or my lover?

“The fact is that you lied.” He throws his hands out, palms up, as he begins fishing around for his clothes.

“I did not,” I nearly shout back. My nerves are already rattled from telling him the truth, from the sex we just had, from the anticipation of waiting for him all day long. Quieter, I say it again. “I didn’t lie. I just didn’t think it mattered.”

“You don’t think your first time matters? You don’t think that perhaps you might have at least mentioned you were a virgin before we fucked?” he asks. In a weird way, I’m relieved that he cared enough about my first time to be this upset. He stops pacing and starts putting on his pants, a relief because it was weird to see a naked man yelling at me. “It shouldn’t have been with me. That should’ve been with someone you know, someone who was going to make it special foryou.”

“It was special for me.” It’s the truth. It only hurt a little bit at the beginning but only because I’ve never put anything that big inside me before. I mean, shit, I’ve been using tampons since the age of twelve and way smaller dildos since eighteen. I probably won’t tell him that, though. Enough is enough. That’s what I get for sharing.

“You should have said something,” he insists, zipping up his pants and swiping his shirt angrily off the floor. “I told you no more lies, and that’s twice now, Rainville.”

I can see he’s sensitive about lies, though omitting the truth is technically not the same as lying. Fine, maybe I should’ve told him in advance. But I knew he wouldn’t have gone through with it had I told him. I just really, truly just wanted my first time to be over and done with. I’m twenty-two and never had sex, never even had a boyfriend. So after what he said last night about waiting for him with a towel on, it sparked my imagination…and lust…all daylong.

That’s what I get for storing pent-up frustration. I choose the first man who came along—though a fine specimen of a man he is, that’s forsure.

“I’m sorry,” I say, reaching for the towel. Suddenly, I feel so exposed. “I should’ve toldyou.”

“You bet your ass you should have.” Hands on his hips, he looks around and regains his cold composure from yesterday. “You have to go. First thing in the morning.” He turns on his heels and leaves the room, and I’ve never felt more discarded in my entirelife.

I can’t believe this. I just got fired from my first nanny job. I don’t know what I’m more stunned about—that I failed so miserably so quickly or that I loved every minute of it until the abrupt ending.

Crawling back into bed, I think about who I can call or text and cry to about all this, but it occurs to me that I can’t mention it to anyone, not even Kaylee, my best friend at Duke. Joanne, my roommate in Queens? Mymom?

I slept with my boss on the first day. I let him do things to me that no other nanny would have put up with. Then again, how many nannies have a superhot, ultra-masculine real live calendar model for their boss? I feel so stupid for having told him I was a virgin. It could’ve been our one-and-only time, and we would’ve moved on. I would still have ajob.

But hindsight is twenty-twenty, and I’m the biggest idiotever.

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Next morning,I’m packed and ready togo.

Vero is in the nursery with baby Olivia, giving me sympathetic looks as she bounces the baby on her knee so harshly.

I want to take over and show her how it’sdone.

This is really the saddest part of all this—that Olivia will be changing hands yet again. I’m so sorry, baby. I come up to her and take her little hand. “Goodbye, little one. I’m sorry I can’t stay. I’m sorry I let youdown.”

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