The Beast's Nanny (The Nannies)

Without even looking up from his newspaper, he gave the chef the order to leave.

“What about your breakfast?” she asked.

“I’ve been hearing that you’re a good cook. You can cook it for me.”

“That’s very presumptuous of you,” she said, folding her arms.

“You’re too kind to not make me lunch.”

She stayed seated, but she smelled the food spoiling, and after helping so many helpless people in the past few years, she just couldn’t do it. Rushing over to the stove, she did all that she could to save his breakfast from being thrown into the trash. She served him his food, shocked by how unhealthy the breakfast was, but putting it in front of him, and placing the pots and pans into the sink. She went to the fridge to see her waffle batter had been used.

Grabbing the ingredients she needed to make some more, she hummed to herself, trying her hardest to ignore the man opposite her.

The first man in her life who actually wanted her. She shouldn’t care. He was a cruel man, but still, with each glance at him, she couldn’t help but think of how sexy he was.

Caleb was sexy. He was all muscle, and as he lifted his coffee cup to his lips, she caught sight of the ink decorating his arms. The level of aggression washed off him in waves, but it only added to his masculinity.

Shaking off her thoughts, she got back to her whisking. James would be down in no time, and any thoughts she had about this man would evaporate. The only reason she was considering his deal was that she wanted to be free.

She hoped that was all it was.

Being attracted to this man was wrong on every single kind of level.

****

Grace was a natural when it came to James.

Caleb sat back in the security room and watched as she took him out into the garden. With how cold it was, she’d wrapped him up in several sweaters, a coat, hat, gloves, and a scarf. The boy could barely walk, and he looked so cute.

He couldn’t help but think back to this morning. It wouldn’t have been a hardship to tell her about his sister, but he didn’t want to. She had yet to give him an answer, and until she did, he wouldn’t be forthcoming. He’d already made the decision to annoy her with anticipation.

Sure, he wanted to fuck her, to feel her tight pussy wrapped around his cock, but he was also a very patient man. When the time came to take her, he wanted her to be so completely desperate for his touch that she’d forget their circumstances for getting to this point.

He shouldn’t even care, and yet here he was, wanting her to like him. In this world, he’d made sure everyone feared him. With Grace, he wanted her to look at him with need and also to care about him.

Running a hand down his face, he could almost see his sister laughing at him right now. She’d tell him to stop being a dick and to just be a nice guy for a change.

“Sir, this was left at the gates,” his chief guard, Doyle, said.

In his hands was a box.

Getting to his feet, he opened the box and wasn’t surprised to see the head of the man who’d impregnated his sister. With his hands on his hips, he nodded.

“Is there a note?”

Doyle handed him a slip of paper. He flicked it open and read the script. Soon. That was all it said.

“Dispose of it.”

Turning back to the screens that overlooked the garden, he grabbed the radio and told the guard to bring them in.

He hadn’t been cautious enough for his sister, but he wasn’t going to risk Grace and James. The guard approached them, and he watched as James begged, stomping his foot. So much like his sister, but whatever Grace said to him clearly appeased him.

Shaking his head, he left the surveillance office and went to his own. The first note had come a month ago, warning him that something bad would happen to his sister. He’d lived with death threats all of his life. There was a time he’d have dealt with him swiftly, killing everyone.

This time, he’d fucked up by ignoring it.

His sister had been protected, until she hadn’t been.

At his sister’s request, he had James over to babysit so she could go out on a date. Only, he’d been so focused on James, he’d missed the first call. By the sixth, he’d been warned she never made it to her date, and when he went to her apartment, she’d been on the floor, gasping for breath with multiple stab wounds to her chest.

She didn’t know who her attacker was, but she’d been so scared. He’d held her as she took her last breaths, telling him that she didn’t want to die. She spoke of James, and finally, she’d begged him to… He didn’t know. She’d died in his arms before she could get the words out.