Page 33 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Vol. 3

“That’s right,” she agrees. “He stood for his client, his law firm. I don’t want a lawyer who’s a nice dad. I want a lawyer who will do anything to help me win .”

“Unfortunately for you, he’s really not that good. He’s okay at best,” I tell her. Part of me regrets saying it, but given that my father hasn’t even called or tried to talk to me since everything came apart, I don’t really care .

And it feels nice to stick it to Miriam .

Miriam stares, and if she could slap me, she would. But her disdain right now melts into a casual shrug. “I suppose like father, like daughter,” she says finally .

“What’s that supposed to mean ?”

She begins backing toward the exit. “You were just okay as a nanny. Just like your father is okay as an attorney .”

“I was better than okay.” I feel my eyes burning, and I don’t know why I’m letting this witch get inside my head. But I can’t seem to stop .

“I don’t know,” Miriam smirks. “The other girl from Le Nanny seems to be doing much better than you, and the kids don’t cry when it’s time to go. I like her a lot better .”

Other girl from Le Nanny ?

Who??

Miriam slaps sunglasses over her eyes and presses against the door .

“Which girl?” I ask, my chest trembling. Like I know, deep in my heart, before she even says it .

“Caitlyn something? Blonde, beautiful…a threat, to be sure.” She smiles evilly and pushes out into the busy sidewalk of the Financial District where she falls in step with the man waiting for her outside .

Caitlyn? Caitlyn Summers, my roommate and friend who told me she got a new assignment working for “some loser midtown?” Sure. A loser she’s been dying to fuck. Suddenly, all my brain can envision is her and Logan having hot monkey sex all night, every morning, and all the times in between. I see him groping her perfect breasts, and I see him pushing his cock into her tight body. Her tight ass .

A wave of jealousy rises up through me like lava about to spew .

If I call her, I’m only going to end up yelling in the middle of this Starbucks. I decide to text her instead. More controlled that way. Plus, with texts, I’ll have verbal evidence I can analyze over and over again .

You’re working for Logan ??

???

??

I was going to tell you .

Sure you were. Thought you were working

for some “loser .”

Paisley I was going to tell

you today. It wasn’t my idea .

The agency sent me and I knew

you’d react like this so I kept

putting it off .

You always wanted

my job because of Logan .

And now you are probably fucking him too .

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