Page 14 of The Billionaire and the Nanny: Part 2

Zayden

Longest week of mylife.

Just knowing that Bailey lives with me, so close, yet so far, that I can walk into her bedroom any given night for a repeat performance drives me insane. I’ve bitten my nails down to the quick, and I don’t even bite my nails. Vero and the others get to go home at night. They get to escape me. Not that I was ever really interested inthem.

I surround myself with beautiful women because I’ve always loved beautiful things. I never took any of them seriously.

But something about Bailey…I can’t stayaway.

Especially since she told me I was her first. I can’t believe she’s never been with a man before. Why me? What the fuck made her decide—hmm, my billionaire boss—yeah, that’s it. He’s the one I want popping my cherry? Either she saw Baby Daddy written on my forehead once she found out Olivia is my love child, or she just wanted it over with. I remember feeling the same when I was sixteen, long after my mom left, and Dad took up alcoholism as his favorite hobby, and my mother’s divorced neighbor, Cynthia, did me the favor of making me aman.

I haven’t talked to Bailey about it, though I’m dying to know why she was okay with losing her virginity to me so quickly.

Though I know I can’t talk to her—not about that or anythingelse.

The less we talk, the better. I won’t be able to control myself aroundher.

Halfway through her second week, I catch onto the fact that she needs to get out. I don’t mean another stroll through Central Park or a walk to Duane Reed just to clear her head, I’m talking she needs time away. I’ve caught onto the way she puts things down quite hard when she’s stressed or angry, and according to Vero, she only does it when I comehome.

Considering I’m the one who wants to give her more adult time—rated XXX adult time—considering I’ve been hovering around her end of the house thinking of reasons to talk to her, I think it’s best if I give her time to herself for a while. I’m not a totaldick.

When I knock on her door late at night, it takes everything in my willpower not to charge right in and pull her into my arms. In fact, I don’t even look at her. “Miss Rainville,” I say through the cracked doorway.

“Yes?” I see her shuffling in bed with her laptop. Must not have expected me to ever come back to herroom.

“I haven’t given you any time off. Tomorrow night is Friday. Why don’t you take some time for yourself? I’ll take care of Olivia.” Realizing I sound stupid, since I’ve never, not once, taken care of Olivia, I add, “I mean she can stay with someone else for a while. Vero or whoever.”

“Oh, wow,” she says breathlessly, “I really needed a break. Thankyou.”

“No problem.” I close the door quickly before I can see what she’s wearing or not wearing. One look at her in a flimsy T-shirt baring any part of her body, and I won’t be able to resist. I make it all the way back to my room, bolt the lock, and take out my cock, closing myeyes.

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The next evening,I arrive at home right as she’s getting ready to go out. Olivia is downstairs with Helga, which means I see the baby against my will, but I remind myself it’s for a good cause.

Miss Rainville doesn’t know it, but I can see her leaving down the hallway and staircase through one of my many security cameras, the one I only keep in common areas. From my office, I watch her go. She wears a short black dress and heels, her hair is long and wavy, and she carries a clutch purse. In the foyer, she throws on her orange pea coat and headsout.

Wait.

My spidey senses start tingling.

Where is she going dressed likethat?

Could it be that my innocent, virginal nanny has a boyfriend she’s going to finally see tonight? Did she have sex with me while in a relationship with someone else? Or is she just looking hot as fuck on a Friday night?

My fingers rap the desk madly, and my knees bounce in measured beats. I can’t take this. I have to know where she’s going. I grab my hooded sweatshirt and run out of the house, pretending like I’m just going for a walk. But I follow her. I follow Bailey Rainville, even though I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t care where she goes. It’s not my business. Then again, it is—she’s my child’s nanny. I have to make sure she’s not getting into any weird shit—drugs, crime, maybe an underground pokergame.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Yes, I know I’m acting crazier than I’ve ever acted about a woman before, but then again, I’ve been under more stress lately.

She takes the 6 train downtown and gets off at Herald Square. I stay a good twenty or thirty feet behind, and she never knows it. When she finally slips into a cheap bar I’d never frequent to save my life, I pay the admission and wait in the corner, ordering piss beer before settling into the shadows to watch her. Within minutes, I realize she’s just meeting up with three girlfriends in the back. All of them about her age and pretty, but none with the ethereal quality of Bailey’s dollface.

I feel utter relief and stupidity for having followed her. What I’ll do is finish the beer then gohome.

The girls laugh, have drinks, and garner a lot of attention from dudes everywhere. How can they not? They’re gorgeous, but Bailey especially. Unknowingly, blonde, brown-eyed Bailey has minimum six interested men all in various states of self-confidence contemplating their opening move. One begins his approach.

I order anotherbeer.

“Don’t do it…” I mutter, watching the guy near her, moving in with staggered steps. “Don’t do it. Ah, fuck, you didit.”

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