Page 52 of The Billionaire & the Nanny: Part 4

Alana

Sittingin the Brooklyn apartment I leased thinking it’d be my home while I worked at Lodwick Brothers, I should feel happy. But instead, it’s the shittiest feeling in the world. There’s one sad sofa from my college apartment, one crappy mattress with no headboard or footboard, a few dead plants, and boxes everywhere. The place has sat empty for two months, waiting for that first big paycheck from Lodwick, the one I was going to use to furnish the place.

I have the money, but it was earned working for Kase so I haven’t been to my apartment this whole time. I’m not even sure it feels right here anymore. After waiting a few days at Kase’s place, hoping he’s return any moment with Liam, I finally packed my bags and came “home.” But it was hard to leave Kase’s. His house had become, not just my workplace for two months, but my home away from home, my transition after college and whatever awaits me now.

His house empty and sad when I left, I fought back tears. No sounds of Liam babbling and laughing, no sounds of Kase ordering me around, which is better than this utter silence…no one to talk to.

There’s also solace in the quiet. I know, that the moment I tell my mom what happened, she’ll be calling every day, my friends with whom I’ve been out of touch, will also start calling, and my father will want to know what happened there and did anyone hurt me. I’ll have to explain. So for a few more days, I’ll sit here in silence surrounded by white walls, and wonder where I should go from here.

But after a while, the silence deafens me, and loneliness consumes me. The gravity of losing it all finally applies its full weight onto my shoulders, and before I know it, I’m bawling on the saggy sofa. I don’t know where the tears come from; I’ve done such a good job holding them back, and in a way, I knew it would amount to this. I knew I’d lose Kase. He made it clear from the beginning that I should stay away from him, that he wasn’t a good man for me, but no—I had to push it, didn’t I? I had to feel like Superwoman, the girlfriend who would change Kase Hardwin.

Stupid, silly girl.

You know nothing.

And now, you have nothing.

Stuck to my job is what I should’ve done. Worn blinders so as to not be swayed by Kase’s rugged good looks. But no, I had to go and get blinded by his handsomeness, affected by his demeanor, and taken in by his mysterious layers. If I sit here crying into my pad thai, I have no one to blame but myself.

I gave him everything that I had, but what he needed most was space. Though it wasn’t my fault that he left, I feel like it was. I know that Liam’s biological father coming back into the picture was the impetus that made Kase lose his shit, leave town, and take Liam with him, but I can’t help but think that his involvement with me didn’t help either.

All this time, he thought I would judge him. He thought that my knowing about his past would make me see him differently, but what he doesn’t realize is that my opinion of him hasn’t changed. If anything, I can’t help but see him in an even better light now. How many people do I know who would’ve married their best friend with no romantic involvement whatsoever just so her family wouldn’t judge her? Just so her baby wouldn’t grow up without a father?

That took guts.

Kase did what few men would ever do, and to me, that makes him a hero.

But he’ll never see it. He’ll always think he’s not good enough for me, he’ll always think he can’t love again just because he lost his mother and then Evie. I understand his pain. At least, I see where it comes from, but it doesn’t have to be that way. Life has no guarantees, and even staying away from love won’t guarantee happiness.

Me, I’d rather go all in—love completely at a high risk than never love at all.

But now, I’m not sure I’ll ever have the chance to tell Kase that.

He’s gone. And soon, I will be too.

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In the morning,the nail on the coffin arrives.

Le Nanny calls to let me know that “due to abrupt changes in circumstance,” I’ve been let go from the Kase Hardwin job, effective immediately. Kase has provided for an extra month’s salary plus bonus, which is enough that I won’t have to worry for a while, and his letter stated that if I needed more, to let my agent know, so he can arrange for more checks.

I know he’s trying to take care of me, or at least he’s doing this out of guilt, but I don’t need his charity. I’ll be applying to bank jobs all day long and tomorrow as well, and if I don’t hear back from any of them, then I’ll just return home to my parents. I’ll start all over, like I always have.

I’m not worried about getting along in life. I’ve always kept my head above water, done the dirty things that nobody wants to do in order to make a buck. I even took care of a child who wasn’t mine for ten weeks straight when I am, quite possibly, the worst nanny in the world, out of duty. Who knew that in that time, I would grow to love this little boy? That I would miss his voice in the mornings when I awaken to a plain apartment devoid of love, giggles, and chubbiness?

My tears for missing Liam and Kase take up permanent residence on my face. So much that when I go out for a walk, people on the street actually look at me then glance away. The cashier at the corner market actually asked if I was okay, and I lied and said that I was. But no, I’m not okay and never will be again.

Finally, in the evening of my seventh day back at the apartment, I hear on the news that Raymond Silas has assumed custody of Liam Hardwin while legalities are worked out, that the paternity test came back as positive, and that Raymond and his family are thrilled with the decision.

But meanwhile, my heart breaks for Kase.

No longer at Newfound Ad Agency and nowhere to be found, Kase is missing, and my anguish for his safety burns my soul. Where could he be? Wherever he is, I know that he’s dealing with this all on his own. As the most a-social millionaire I’ve ever known, besides Batman, I know that Kase will not reach out for help. Even if it kills him, even if he knows I can soothe his heart and make him feel better, he will not reach out to me, and this is what ultimately kills me every day—that he won’t let me in.

Kase Hardwin doesn’t trust anyone enough to help him get through this hard time. Doesn’t trust me. I know I’m only twenty-one, going on twenty-two soon, but I’m not stupid. I’ve had my moments of weakness with him, sure, but only because I’ve never felt such overwhelming passion and love before like I have for him.

“You need me, Kase,” I cry into pillow as I begin the 9th season of Friends on Netflix. In this old show, everyone leans on each other for support. They’re the antithesis of Kase and me, and I don’t know why it can’t be different. What I do know is that I have to get over it. Wipe the snot from my nose and get over the fact that Kase will never come to me. He’s a damaged, tormented man, and no amount of girly love will change that.

He needs therapy to help him love again, not my persistence.

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