Page 25 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Vol. 3

Logan

J ust when Ithought things were getting better, the shit had to go and hit the fan. When I saw the paperwork from Miriam’s new lawyer, I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes. Paisley had to be in on it—she had to. I mean, what are the chances that her own father would suddenly become Miriam’s new lawyer? It’s been an inside job from the beginning .

At least, it appears that way .

But Paisley has a point—if it was an inside job, what explains me picking her resume out of a lineup? If the agent had recommended her to me, then maybe I’d fully subscribe to the theory. But it was my own intuition that picked her out. Paisley’s certainly right. Switching to Arnold Carrington was one of Miriam’s manipulative tactics .

Unfortunately, the bottom line is…if he insists on taking the case, I can’t have Paisley here anymore .

I wait to speak to her about it again until the next night she sleeps at my home .

I make sure to approach her room after the kids are asleep just in case it gets ugly. I knock once just to let her know I’m coming in, and then I press my hand to her security panel and let myself in .

“Logan.” She comes out of the bathroom in her bath towel, another towel wrapped around her hair. She seems surprised to see me, even though I’ve been coming to her room for a month now. Is she hiding something ?

“Did you speak to your father?” I stand firmly, crossing my arms .

“Yes.”

“And? Is he going to drop the case ?”

“He refuses,” she says. “He says it’s too high-profile a case, and he needs it for status at his firm .”

“Fuck!” I grab the first thing I see, a fat candle sitting in a dish on her dresser, and chuck it across the room. It hits a small pile of clothes on top of her hamper and tumbles away. I can’t let my rage get the best of me. I’ve always controlled myself well, but every man has his limits. “What are you going to do about it?” I turn to Paisley .

She sits on the edge of her bed, the towel now off her head. Her long brown hair clings to her still-wet skin. Damn her for looking so sexy. I can’t employ her if her father won’t drop the case, and I can’t continue to see her either .

I’ll never truly be able to trust her if I know that her family will benefit from me losing custody of my children .

Fuck her for doing this to me .

And not just because I’ll miss the sex. It has become a lot more than that—and I should’ve known better. I liked coming home early, letting my team deal with less important aspects of the urban center project while I chilled with the kids and her in the evenings. I was starting to feel normal, less like a work machine and more like a father. Dare I say I? Like a husband, too. Even though Paisley’s not even my girlfriend, much less my wife .

But I think perhaps I wanted her to be. I think I’m pissed about that than anything else right now, and that in itself is a huge part of my anger .

“I can’t do anything, Logan,” she says, breaking into my thoughts. “He’s my father. He thinks this case is more important than me working for you .”

“Did you insist? Seems like you gave up too easily.” Now I’m back to thinking that was her plan all along .

“I begged him,” she says, standing, wringing her hands. “He just said no .”

I can’t throw another candle. I want to storm around the house fucking breaking shit. I’ve never felt rage like this before. “What kind of man is your father than he won’t listen to his daughter ?”

Now, she’s the one crossing her arms, as though she has any reason to be mad .

“He’s just trying to make a living! You can’t blame him!” She fires back. Normally, I hate it when women scream. It brings out the ugly in them, but in this case…is it possible for any woman to look so fucking beautiful while angry as Paisley Carrington? Damn her .

“Oh, I can blame him. And I do .”

“He’s not rich. He couldn’t turn down the opportunity .”

I shake my head. “Goddamn it .”

“And he guessed about you and me, too .”

Great. My day only gets worse. “You told him about us ?”

“No, but he suspects .”

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