Page 51 of The Billionaire and the Nanny: Part 2

So we take off and stop at a bed and breakfast in a cute nearby antique town. On the way, Bailey calls the school to tell them she won’t be coming in, but thank you for the opportunity, and I hear the principal tell her, “Oh, that’s a shame. You were quite the candidate. Good luck with everything.”

She hangs up and looks at me. “That’s that,” she sighs, looking back at her ring to admire it. I would’ve put a 40-carat diamond on her finger if it would’ve made sense, but somehow, I think she loves this one justfine.

“You’re mine now,” I tell her, giving her sideeye.

She bites her lip, looking so coy and pretty in that yellow dress, it sends shivers through my body. I’ve waited for her this whole time. No one else even comes close. “You’re going to have to talk to me, youknow.”

“Iknow.”

“And you’re going to have to fight for Olivia. Whether you win or lose is different, but you have to fight forher.”

“Already in the works, babe,” I say. “If I could take her back full-time, I would. Together with you, I know we can doit.”

“You could’ve done it without me, too,” shesays.

“But it’s more fun with you.” I smile. She smiles, too.

As she stares out the window with a wholly satisfied grin on her face, I get a call. I told the office not to bother me, that I’d be doing something important and couldn’t be interrupted, but I’m surprised to find it’s social services. I hadn’t expected to hear from them in a while. The woman on the other end begins to tell me something…

Bailey’s face turns back to me, questioning if I’m alright.

I hold up a finger as I listen.

Noelia and her boyfriend have done it again. Except it’s much worse than fraud this time. She’s really gone off the deep end, full-fledged into drugs, and while they were hoping she’d recover and fall back into her role as mother, it seems she’s gone and committed armed robbery thistime.

“Quite a tragic situation,” the woman says, “and so we’re going to need you to come in and sign some papers, Mr. Hawthorn. I’ll follow up with your lawyers in the morning, but considering the baby’s mother will be in prison for a very long time, it would appear that Olivia will be residing with you indefinitely.”

“Not a problem,” I tell her, my chest expanding with a new type of fear and exhilaration I’ve never felt. I’m going to be a full-time dad. Olivia’s going to come home. “I’m ready immediately, so please let me know if there’s anything I can do to speed up the process.”

The woman explains that they will be moving as fast as possible to have Olivia transferred—yet again—one lasttime.

Back where she belongs…

Hanging up, I sigh and Bailey asks, “What wasthat?”

“Olivia’s coming home for good,” I say, and my voice is hoarse with unexpected emotion.

It’s hard to decide if a shriek is loud or not when your eardrums are getting blown out by your fiancée’s happiness. Octopus arms encircle me, and my face becomes a blank canvas for a new type of lipstick kiss art. Which I’m goodwith.

I explain the whole situation to Bailey, and we both agree that while it’s tragic, it’s the best course of action for Olivia. Hopefully, she’ll never remember this back-and-forth custody thing and she can begin a normal, healthy and fulllife.

At the bed and breakfast, first thing I do is take Bailey back to the small but cozy bedroom and rake her into my arms. Between the happiness and stress, we kiss, tumbling over our feet, shoes, and clothes, and I swear, it’s like coming home and checking my stress at the door. I’ve been away atwar.

At war with myself, that is, but the war isover.

I need this woman by my side forever—to kiss, to ravish, to play with, to raise Olivia with, to care for, to buy things for, to spoil, and spoil I will, because she deserves it. Anyone who can completely change my life course deserves a fucking medal, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure she getsit.

But for now, she’ll be getting somethingelse.

Wherever she wants it. However she wantsit.

Because I love her, love making love to her, and want her to come at least three times before we head back out into the world.

Laying her down on the comfy bed, it’s hard to delve into foreplay and wait before the hardcore action, but luckily, she doesn’t want to wait either. It’s been too long for both of us. She pulls me into her body, wrapping her legs around me and holding me tight, like she’s afraid I might get away from her again, and I plow intoher.

As always, she’s wet and ready, her sweet core flowing, inviting me into her world. I fall into it whole-heartedly. I’ve missed her. I’ve been existing, not living. I’ve been working, not enjoying life. This. This is the final piece.

We fit perfectly together. We alwaysdid.

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