Page 11 of Winning Brynn

As great as these guys are with Salem, they just don't understand the responsibility of being a father.

"I'm trying to find someone to look after my daughter who isn't just trying to get into my pants, or is on the sex offenders register, or has a history of beating children." My chest heaves as I speak, frustration dripping from every word. "Why is it so hard to find someone reliable? Trustworthy? Someone who cares more about my little girl than they do about my dick?"

Harley holds his enormous hands up in apology. At six feet four inches, he’s a beast of a man, and yet, his top sprinting speed could give Usain Bolt a run for his money. "Sorry, man, I didn't mean anything by it."

"Nah, it's cool." I shake my head, trying to release some of the tension in my shoulders. "I'm just sick of interviewing people who couldn't give less of a shit about the job they're there for."

The guys fall quiet, ruminating on what I've said.

And maybe I should have seen the red flags in the silence and anticipated what was coming.

But no.

Nothing could have prepared me for Alex piping up with the most idiotic question to ever leave a man's mouth.

"Hey, why doesn't Brynn watch her?"

"Daddy Sully and the bros" group chat

Leo:You better run, Wolfe, because I’m going to fucking kill you.

Roman: *gif of man eating popcorn*

Alex: *gif of Homer Simpson hiding in a hedge*

Chapter Four

Brynn

"What?" My head snapsup so fast I almost dislocate my neck.

My stupid brother grins like a mad scientist. "Well, you're not traveling for a while, right? You can work from anywhere, and you love to keep busy.”

“Um…” I trail off, my gaze falling on the man currently set to explode on the sofa. “I’m not sure Leo is feeling so hot about the idea.”

“Ignore that miserable fucker.” He says it like Leo has no say in this at all and the matter is already decided. “It’s perfect. You don’t hit kids, and to my knowledge, you’re not known for any sex crimes.”

“The bar really is on the floor,” Roman mutters, trying not to laugh.

“Salem clearly adores you,” Alex continues, on a roll apparently, “and it’s not like you have any interest in having sex with Sully.” He snorts like the very idea is preposterous.

And it is.

But only because Leo has got a stick up his ass as tall as the Space Needle. He would actually be pretty damn fine if he removed it.

With dark hair in a permanent state of disarray, as if he’s spent the last twelve hours fucking—or “shagging” as they call it in his part of the world—a body more muscular than you’d expect from a soccer player, and eyes so dark they could hypnotize a hypnotherapist, it’s no wonder he’s considered one of the hottest players in the league.

And don’t even get me started on his fucking accent.

If only he didn’t ruin it all with his personality.

“But the position is for a live-in nanny,” Leo states like a lawyer resting his case, as if that fact halts all further discussion, and the job, therefore, couldn’t possibly be mine.

But unfortunately for him, my brother’s excitement only intensifies.

“Oh, thank fuck.” He breathes a mega sigh of relief. “She’s been here one night, and I’m already going crazy.”

“Hey!” I sulk. “I’m not that bad.”

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