The Billionaire’s Nanny by Logan Chance
Four
Smith
I haven’t sleptand when Carter comes running into my room, I know it’s never going to happen.
“Pancakes, pancakes,” he yells, jumping on my bed with his eager happiness.
No matter where my mind is, when it comes to Carter it doesn’t matter. I grin as I scoop him off my bed. “Pancakes it is little man.”
I pour him a glass of milk while I get busy making his breakfast. His laughter as he watches TV floats through the house and warms my heart. He’s truly the greatest thing to ever happen to me. When someone talks about true love, this is what they mean.
Once we finish breakfast and get dressed, I decide to take him to the park to play out some of his energy. I think a little fresh air will be good for the both of us. As much as I want to focus all my attention on him, I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking nonstop about Bree. About the look on her face when she walked out last night. It’s not what I wanted. I care about this girl. But, I shouldn’t be feeling anything toward her. She’s my babysitter, and a damn good one. It’s hard to find good help in the city.
And I hope I didn’t just fuck this whole thing up.
I watch Carter run around and my confused mind takes over.
I think of last night with Bree. Fuck, it was more than I ever expected it to be. The things that girl made me feel and that I clearly made her feel. We may both be able to hide what we are feeling, but last night was real. The first real I’ve had in a long time.
It hits me like a shot to the gut. I’m falling for her. Not just wanting her in my bed, no, wanting her in my life. Not just for Carter, but for us both.
How can I make her see that I want more? It's difficult with a kid to think about. I have to put him first and not jeopardize anything with her job. I need her as my babysitter, but I need her with me more.
Fuck, I wish life were easy. That I could just say what I feel without having to worry about repercussions and everything turning to shit. Because, things usually do turn to shit. Sure, I could find another babysitter, no problem.
But, what about Carter? I can’t be the type of man who traipses women in and out of his life. I don’t want him to get attached to someone only to lose her later down the line. I won’t do that to him.
All my thoughts center around what to do about Bree as I watch Carter go up and down the slide several times at the park. It’s a great day here in the windy city of Chicago, and I want nothing more than to spend it with Bree by my side.
In the past there had been many times I would meet the two of them at the park after a long day at work. She would smile, and Carter would beg for me to push him on the swings. It was nice. It was something I want in my life. A family.
I think back to the last night. How willing she was to be with me. How everything in her eyes told me she needed me. Fuck me. I could fuck this girl forever. The sexual energy between the two of us is insane.
God, I want her the more and more I think about it.
I’m done playing this game. I know what I want and I’m used to getting it. My eyes are on Carter as I grab my phone. I need to see her.
