Page 11 of Nanny for the Bad Boy Billionaire

My heart constricts as Parker picks Maisey up and starts to walk out of the closet.

“Daddy where are we going?” I hear Maisey ask as she looks at me from over his shoulder.

“Anywhere but here,” Parker urges as he opens the door.

I can hear the media noise rev up again when they see him.

“Parker who is that woman?”

“Does your daughter know that you are a woman beater?”

The door slams shut behind them and I am met with silence.

Well, that went well, I joke to myself.

Honestly, it was only a matter of time before the truth came out. I am surprised it took this long. Every time I have seen him and interacted with him, I have imagined myself punching him in the face, kicking him in the balls, stomping on his toes for the way he had treated me growing up. Parker was not a nice guy, he should not be surprised that I hid that I know him. It just makes things between us more complicated.

My anger has moved from remembering all the crap he did to him not recognizing me at all. I wish that didn’t bother me so much, but damn. We grew up together. We spent holidays and weekends and summers hanging out. Even if he wasn’t with us, he saw me nearly every single day til Josie died.

The insufferable jerk.

Was I really that insignificant to him that he did not know who I was or that he did not care?

The thought about Josie has me going back in time. She was my ride-or-die. We met in kindergarten when we fought over the same toy. After a few minutes of fighting, I let her have it and we had been best friends ever since. I remember her little face lighting up brightly at the toy and hugging me once I gave it to her. It was at that moment that I knew just how special she was and just how much I longed for her to be in my life forever, but sadly that is not how the world works.

A tragic skiing accident took Josie suddenly, leaving everyone in shock and not knowing how to process it.

One day we were laughing together over lunch, the next she was gone. It’s one of the main reasons I left Piedmont.Everywhere I go memories of Josie haunt me. While we had countless happy memories, the thought of her death was too much for me and I had to leave Piedmont.

I need to think of a way to appease Parker and explain why I didn’t tell him I knew who he was. He probably thinks I’m after his money, which is so not the case.

As I think this, another thought hits me. If he knows I know who he really is, that means he knows, and has probably known, who I am this entire time.

He is just as guilty as I am. We both know who the other is and were keeping it to ourselves.

How dare he get mad at me and stalk off like some sort of victim. We are both in the wrong. We just need to have a conversation and straighten things out.

Shaking my head, I put my ear to the door to listen and try to hear if any paparazzi are still out there.

I am met with silence.

Good.

I open the door and look to the right then to the left. There are only shoppers milling about, no photographers or news people.

Sneaking out of the room as quickly as possible, I head toward the exit. It is about time I head home to try and clear my head.

Chapter 6 – Parker Madison

Fury fills my bones as I carry Maisey to our car. The entire drive back to the penthouse, tension fills my shoulders.

Cam knows who I am and did not say anything.

What does that mean? When did she figure out who I am? Was it before she took the job? Did she take this job to get back at me?

I shook my head as Maisey kept asking me questions.

“Daddy, why did we leave Cam behind?”

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