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“Got it. Okay. I guess I’m heading to bed.” She stood and stared at me. “Unless you have plans for us tonight? If you know what I mean.” A smirk crossed her beautiful lips.
“Not tonight, Charlotte. It’s been a long day, and I’m beat.”
“Okay. Just checking. Good night, Ashton.”
“Good night, Charlotte.” I stared out into the city.
Tonight served as a reminder of how dangerous a relationship can be for me. My parents’ act of war on each other in the middle of a restaurant was a reminder of everything I didn’t want in my life.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Charlotte
“There has been no sign that Kitty has even attempted to bake a cheesecake,” Marissa said as we nannies sat at the table with our coffees.
“Maybe it’s in the staff refrigerator,” Maddie said.
“I checked. Nothing. Nada. No cheesecake to be found. But don’t worry. I’m keeping a close eye on all the deliveries that come to the house.”
“You worked for them last year, right?” I asked her.
“Yes. And one appeared the morning of the bake off. Kitty claimed she made it after everyone went to bed because she likes to bake in silence.”
“She’s so full of shit.” Millie laughed. “Are you ready for the bake off, Charlotte?”
“Yes. And I only have two more pies to make tomorrow. Eloise is going to help me since there’s no school.”
“I have some tea to spill,” Mackenzie whispered, leaning across the table. We all leaned across to listen. “I saw Mr. Levitt’s last night tucked into a corner at a restaurant in SOHO. And he wasn’t with Mrs. Levitt’s.”
“Stop it!” I spoke.
“Seriously?” Maddie asked.
“Yep. They were sitting next to each other in one of those round booths. He had his arm around her, and their lips were locked.”
“Did he see you?” Millie asked.
“He did when I walked over. I used what I saw as an opportunity to get a pay raise.” She grinned. “When I left the restaurant, he was waiting outside and offered to drive me home. He asked me my price, so I told him I wanted a raise for my silence, and he agreed.”
“Pfft. Giving you a raise is a hell of a lot cheaper than what he’d have to pay his wife if she ever found out,” Marissa said.
“Exactly.” Mackenzie smiled. “Our employers are clueless about how we nannies have it. They think they pay us good, but they don’t. If I weren’t a live-in, there would be no way I could afford a decent apartment in this city. They’re not like us.”
An idea popped into my head. “I have to run. I’ll see you girls later.” I grabbed my purse and ran out of the coffee shop. The song I had chosen for our dance routine was ‘Yeah’ by Usher, but I was also looking to mix it with another song. And when Mackenzie said, ‘They’re not like us,’ the song, ‘Not Like Us’ by Kendrick Lamar, popped into my head.
As soon as I got home, I grabbed my laptop and sat on the couch.
“Hey, Charlotte.” Sylvia smiled as she entered the room.
“Hi, Sylvia. How is your grandson?”
“He’s perfect.” She grinned. “Can I talk to you about something?”
“Of course. Sit down.” I patted the couch.
“My daughter and son-in-law are moving to Florida. My son-in-law has received a promotion at work, and they need him to relocate to the Orlando office. My daughter works remotely, soshe can work from anywhere. She’s going to need me once she’s off maternity leave, so they’ve asked me to move with them.”
“Oh, I see.” I bit my bottom lip. “You have to do what’s best for you and your family. If you’re worried about telling Ashton, don’t be. He’ll understand.”
