Page 83 of Nanny for the Bossy Billionaire

“Then what happened?”

I sigh and rub at my eyes. “We just broke up.”

“Oh…” Mom says, but doesn’t add anything else.

“What?”

“What do you mean?”

“You have something else to say. Why not just say it?”

“Sweetheart, my opinions are what drove you away in the first place. I don’t want that to happen again.” She looks down.

“It wasn’t your opinions that drove me away. It was that you refused to listen to any of mine.”

She looks up at me, and something clicks in her mind for the first time. I can see it on her face.

She sighs then says, “Okay… well, I just think it’s for the best that you broke up with Reid. He’s too old for you. I mean, I’ve been trying not to judge, but what do you even have in common?”

“Well, it’s true that we don’t have a lot in common, but I think that’s why we work. Or worked. We complemented each other. Plus, he treated me with respect, care, consideration, and love. He was the first person in my life who believed in me.”

A look of guilt flashes across Mom’s face as she looks away from me. My intention wasn’t to draw attention to how unsupportive she and Dad have been, but I guess this is part of the healing process that we all need to go through.

“I’m glad you had that in him, and I will forever be grateful to him for being there for you in that way. However, the relationship is over. You’d do well to mourn it and move on. This heartbreak is still fresh, so it might be hard for you to see this now, but in the future you’ll find someone who is better suited to you, and that man will make you forget all about Reid.”

I very much doubt that.

I don’t want to talk about this anymore. So I offer Mom a smile and nod.

She reaches over, squeezes my hand then leaves me be.

30 minutes later, I am in bed, tossing and turning, trying to force my brain to take a nap it doesn’t need when my phone vibrates. I reach over and pluck it off my bedside table to see that a message from Reid is waiting for me. It reads:

I am parked outside your parents’house. I need to talk to you. I’ll be here for an hour. If you don’t come out, I’ll take that to mean you never want to see me again, and I will respect that.

My heart starts racing.

I really miss him, and knowing that he’s only just outside sets my skin on fire.

After everything that has gone on between us, I should pay him no mind.

But the second I read his message, I knew I was going out there.

I really would like to look cute to go and meet him, but considering it takes about 30 minutes for me to change outfits these days, the sweatshirt and shorts I’m wearing will have to do.

I leave the house unnoticed, which I thank God for, because I don’t know how I would explain this to Mom.

I hobble across the long driveway and the security guards open the gates to let me out.

Once I’m outside I look around until I spot his car parked across the street and down the road.

He is leaning against the Bentley and looks as delicious as always in a pair of fitted jeans, a white button down and a cream sports coat with his hair perfectly styled.

His face lights up when he sees me and he stands up straight and watches as I make my way toward him.

“Hey,” I say once I reach him.

“Hey, I’m so glad you came.”

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