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

I hate my brain. My dad may be a lawyer, but he’s small time in a small town. My parents always told me and my brothers that they’d pay for college, but then we’d be on our own. While I might come from a middle-class family with a quaint house in upstate New York, it’s not my house nor my money. I’m nobody now .

A nobody with nothing .

“Are we clear, Miss Carrington? If I hire you, you need to be up front with me on everything you do. That means anything I care to know, at any time .”

I could walk out. I could tell him I’m not cut out for these bizarre invasions of my privacy and ask the agency to send Caitlyn instead. She’s more confident and better suited for this. I’d much prefer a quiet, older couple who work a lot of hours and expect the norm from their nanny .

But I need this job. It will easily pay five times more than the others. What I earn from this gig could be enough to start my small accounting firm in Brooklyn or back home. So, shut up and acquiesce to everything he says, Paisley .

I swallow slowly. “Yes, Mr. Raider. I understand .”

“Good.”

“Where are the children?” I ask .

“Excuse me ?”

Did he expect me not to ask questions? “Your twins. Where are they?” I may as well focus my energies on the real reason I’m here .

“With their mother. I wanted your first day to be just us, so I could show you around and explain the way I work before the kids take up all your time. Have you ever dealt with twins before, Miss Carrington ?”

“My brothers are twins .”

“Ah, well, that’s a plus .”

“Yeah, I helped raise them. I know how crazy they can get .”

He narrows his eyes. “Toddlers are a challenge all by themselves. Twin toddlers will test you, as your mother would be able to tell you .”

“I understand, and I’m ready .”

“Miss Carrington, I don’t think you are. Nobody can understand how important my children are to me. Not sure how much you’ve read online about my divorce case, but it’s not true what you hear. I care deeply about my children. But I also work full-time, so I’ll be spending time with them before and after work, sleeping very few hours to make sure I see them as much as possible. Every hour in between, they’ll be with you .”

“When are they with their mother ?”

Mr. Raider bristles at the question, like the mere thought of their mother brings him physical and emotional pain. “Miriam takes them every three days, then we switch. We share them equally, though she’s trying to change that now .”

I can see why. I mean, he’s clearly an emotionally unavailable dick. I think I’m right, and Logan Raider is definitely the jerk in this divorce. Case closed .

He taps on his phone impatiently, ignoring me, while he continues to talk. “I will monitor everything you do, keep tabs of where you are with my children at all times. Are we clear ?”

Surely, he doesn’t mean he’s implanting a microchip under my skin and tracking me on his phone app, does he? I guess he has the right to know where his kids are, but what I do after hours is my business. “Tracking ?”

“Yes, tracking. You watch my children, so I watch you.” He looks up from his phone, and it’s almost like he’s surprised to see me still standing here. “Will you be taking the position, or do I save my breath for the next applicant ?”

I can’t let this paycheck go to someone else. I should be grateful that he selected me and not let his short demeanor get to me. Besides, soon, I’ll be working with the kids only. He’ll barely be home the rest of the time. This is probably the most I’ll ever have to deal with him .

“Sure,” I say with a thin smile. I don’t know what I’m getting into, but no matter—it’s done. “I’ll take the job .”

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