Page 3 of Nanny for My Billionaire

My father has planned to retire by this summer, but with the boys here the whole schedule is thrown off. I’ve been forced to take on all the admin responsibilities, but taking the boys to the restaurant each day was a real pain since they have been acting out this whole time. Trying to get a nanny for them so I can get back to my usual routine hasn’t worked either.

My boys don’t get it, even though I’ve explained quite a few times that I need to work if they want to eat and have a roof over their heads. Although that’s not true, I’m trying to teach them how life works. There is no way I’m just going to give them everything they want just because I can. They’re just not quite old enough to look beyond their emotional trauma and try to keep a stiff upper lip, and really that’s not something I would ever expect them to do. I know that being dumped off by their mother has left a hole in each of their little hearts. If I could stay with them all day every day, I sure would, but I just don’t think that’s the answer.

Trouble is, the kids have treated every babysitter or nanny I’ve tried to hire to a shit show—screaming, crying, disobeying, playing tricks to get them to quit, the whole nine yards. No agency in the whole Boston area is willing to send out another candidate because the word has spread about ‘those horrid Barlow children.’

I actually called a nanny service clear up in New York that said they specialize in ‘difficult children’ at a premium cost. They’ve scheduled one of their nannies to come out and assess the situation before she agrees to take on the job, and I’m meant to pick her up from the airport in another day or so.

Thing is, even in the middle of all this chaos, I find myself thinking about a totally different issue, and one I don’t even have a right to ponder. It’s been three years since Missy left for Syracuse. I’m sure that she should have graduated with her class recently, yet so far, she hasn’t returned to Concord.

I find myself wondering if she decided to stay on another summer with the family she took on, or if maybe she’s decided she likes life in Syracuse so much that she’s not going to return to Concord at all. There hasn’t been a single day that’s gone by since she left that she hasn’t crossed my mind.

To tell the truth, I think a whole lot more about what went on between the two of us a few of the days before she left for Syracuse. I mean, it was crazy how it all went down. One minute, she was just Sara’s little friend, and the next she was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me, hands down. I never would have dreamed it, but Missy went from mouse to tiger in three point five seconds.

We went to my dad’s cabin for the weekend, and I made spaghetti carbonara that first night, my go-to impressive meal. At first, she was shy, like she tends to be. Quiet, pleasant, and more than willing to fade into the background while other people take the lead. And even though I liked that about her, I also wanted to see her break free.

It was crazy because other than a bit of a peck on the lips when we climbed into my truck, we didn’t even kiss the first time until moments before we started ripping clothes off each other. Missy threw her arms around my neck and practically stuck her tongue right down my throat, and that was so hot my dick was at attention in a heartbeat. I felt like some horny teenager, like I hadn’t felt in years.

And the truth is, that thing never got that hard for Gena. Not to a point that it hurt just waiting to get started. My attraction to her went from interested to craving so fast it made me dizzy—well, unless that just happened because the blood left my brain and traveled lower. There’s always that possibility.

Even though she wasn’t a virgin, Missy didn’t have a whole lot of experience, which was fine with me. She didn’t seem to have much trouble learning the ropes, that’s for sure. And she was so tight, and so wet, that I felt like I’d slid right into my version of heaven.

It was most surprising when she took the lead later on. We had gone outside and she wanted to go down by the water. When we got there, she looked at me shyly and started getting naked. There was a small clearing and she got down on all fours and wiggled her ass to invite me over. The temperature was in the low 60’s and I remember thinking about how hard her perfect nipples were. I had everything I could do to keep it together. Since she wiggled it, I took it, right then and there.

But I wanted to look at her, and I lifted her gently and laid her on the ground. The way she looked at me and pulled me towards her with the gentlest of kisses, I was in a trance and, at one point, I didn’t even care about the sex.

Until she snapped me out of it by gently taking my dick and started kissing the very top. She told me to just stay still and she proceeded down the underside with just the tip of her tongue. She just kept going up and down my shaft doing little flicks and then she would take the top in and then back. Between the cool air and her hot breath, I wasn’t sure how long I could keep myself together. I was throbbing and had a good amount of precum.

I was having a really hard time staying still, and I went ahead and joined in. When I started to eat her, she seemed really surprised, like I was the first. She was delicious and I’ve really never been that into it until then. Maybe it was the way she was licking my dick. I just wanted to fuck her and I moved over her and we kissed. I pulled her legs over my shoulders and stared straight into those eyes as I fucked her until she came, and then I joined her. At the time, all I could think about was how beautiful she was, and how good I felt.

Now, I just find myself remembering how hot the sex was, how fulfilling. Every movement between us crackled through my body like a jolt of pure adrenalin, and oh my God, when we came? It was sheer joy—everything I’d ever wanted from a lover and more.

I lost count of just how many times we fucked that weekend, but I have never even wanted to do something like that with anybody else. She was—phenomenal. Perfect. And ever since then, I’ve been kicking myself hard for what happened afterwards.

I was such a total douchebag to her that day. God, it was so stupid. There I was, opening myself up to a woman for the first time since Gena had dumped me, but instead of considering her wants and needs all I could do was think of myself. Of how much I hated being single, and wanted someone by my side, a partner in life. At thirty-five, that made plenty of sense for me.

But for Miss? Not even a little. Especially since she’d made it abundantly clear even before we went out to my dad’s old cabin by the lake that she wasn’t trying to start anything, that she wanted to follow through with her stint at college and take the job that she’d signed up for.

Just because the sex over that weekend was completely mind-blowing didn’t give me a right to make demands of her that she wasn’t ready to accept. “Marry me,” I said. “Stay here with me and forget about those people. They could find another nanny, and you could find a job closer to home.”

Of course, she didn’t even think I was serious. She laughed, and I got angry about it. “Just another girl who’s more worried about her career than her lover. God, why can’t I just find a good woman who wants to stay home?”

So stupid. I was still angry over what Gena had done, and I was taking it out on Melissa James,like it was somehow her fault that my life sucked. It wasn’t fair of me, and I never should have acted like that.

God, when I think back to that weekend, I want to kick myself. Everything between us was perfect. The sex, the intimacy, the conversations, the times when we sat quietly together, and really, just having someone by my side to share that time. How could I ruin it by turning into the asshole from hell just because I knew she was leaving?

It’s not like I’d taken up with anybody else while she was gone. I could have easily agreed to wait for her, right? But oh, no, I had to go and start a fight, and ruin all my chances at a future with the girl. Because after the way I’d acted, and the way she’d asked me to take her home rather than waste one more minute on my sorry butt, I already knew there was no chance that she’d agree to try another time.

I refuse to get my hopes up that Missy will come looking for me when she gets home. And besides, now that Dad’s about to retire and we’ve been forced to hire another sous-chef, and I’m bogged down with all the administrative crap I loathe, when would I ever have time to date her even if she does come around?

No, I know it’s pointless. I’m just going to keep my head down, do my job and take care of my kids, and completely forget about women until I figure out how all this stuff is going to work. God, I sure hope this new nanny will be able to help.

Miss Anna Thatcher will have her work cut out for her.

Chapter two

Melissa

Forthepastthreeyears, every time I think about the weekend I spent with Adam, the memories are bittersweet. The setting was perfect, of course. A rustic cabin in the woods, a huge, cozy bed and the sounds of nature seeping through the walls, not to mention the outdoors itself, as we explored each other’s bodies. How we laughed and talked and, dare I say it, fell in love with each other.

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