The Beast's Nanny (The Nannies)

More specifically one man.

One very confusing man.

What the hell was that?

A week ago, Caleb had given her an amazing orgasm and she’d sucked his cock, only for him to leave, and so far, disappear. It was like Thanksgiving never happened. Like they hadn’t shared a good meal. Instead, he’d gone cold on her and that, she found more infuriating than anything else, and downright rude. What did he want from her? She’d fed and fucked him. Well, they hadn’t gone all the way, but it had been close. He’d come. What more did he actually want? Why did he have to confuse everything?

Staring at the punching bag in his gym, she lashed out and slammed her fist against the hard surface. The first impact had her moaning.

Rather than stop, she clenched her hand into a fist and hit it back. She was still angry and hated him for making her feel this way.

He was just a guy. She really shouldn’t care at all what he did with his time, or what he didn’t do. It wasn’t like she wanted to have sex with him, anyway, stupid man. She punched with her opposite hand and winced. Her shoulder was on the mend, but it wasn’t perfect.

She hated this. Living in this perfect house with a beautiful kid. Everything about it was messing with her mind, making her forget that she needed to fight to escape. The orgasm shouldn’t be a factor in her wanting to live her life. The fact Caleb seemed to be getting away with everything, well, it was just plain wrong.

Her anger didn’t dissipate, and the bag wasn’t helping but hurting her more. She gripped the edges, resting her head against the hardness. This was why she tried to avoid all conflict and what her mother had warned her about multiple times.

“You know it’ll work if you actually punch it rather than hug it,” Caleb said.

The moment he spoke, she tensed up. The son of a bitch was here, but she refused to bite. Rather than start punching the bag, she turned on her heel and started to leave the room.

“Hey, what’s the problem?” Caleb asked, grabbing her arm.

She pulled away from him. “Leave me alone.”

You sound childish. He’ll punish you for it.

She didn’t care what he did. He was an asshole, and well, now she thought bad words about him.

Her mother would be so annoyed with her for letting this man get under her skin, but it wasn’t like she had much of a choice. He was so unfair.

“What the hell?” Caleb asked.

She shoved her way out the door, going toward the pool. James would need her soon, but right now, she had to walk this anger out of her system. She had to do something, otherwise, she’d go crazy.

Caleb grabbed her hand, spinning her around.

“Can’t I have two minutes alone?”

“No.”

“I’m not surprised. You have to control everything, don’t you? You have to take people from their lives that were pretty damn cozy, and bring them here. Do you even care about what happened to those other women?” she asked.

“You’re pissed.”

“No shit!” She growled. “Look what you’ve made me do. I was a nice person. A calm person, and now all I seem to do is curse. I hate you.” She shoved him, but he didn’t budge. This made her even madder. “Do you care, huh? Do you care even a little bit or are we all just commodities to you?”

He held her roughly even as she tried to fight her way out of his hold.

“Stop it. You want the truth, no, I don’t give a flying fuck about those other women. I wasn’t there to claim any of them. You’re the one I want. You’re the one I always wanted, so no, I don’t want to know about them, but if you really need to know the truth, they’re back with their families. They were saved because of you. If you think that was the only trafficking set up, you’re so fucking wrong. It goes on. That’s life.”

“That’s cruel.”

“To answer your other questions. I’ve never done this. I never get men to take women for me. Women come to me, Grace. They beg me for what I want. Not the other way around. I never need to ask. All I’ve got to do is snap my fingers, and I get exactly what I want.”

“I hate you.”

He burst out laughing. It wasn’t a natural sound. “No, you don’t hate me. If you did, you wouldn’t be so angry with me leaving you high and dry. What you want, Grace, is to be fucked. You liked a taste of it, and now, you want to know how it feels to have my cock deep inside your cunt.”

She opened her mouth, closed it. “You’re vulgar.”

He pulled her close. “Vulgar I may be, but it’s exactly what you want. You got a taste and now you want more, which is why you’re acting like this.”