Brock's Leading Lady (The Nanny Tales 1)

“Do not presume to tell me what you can’t do, my love. You are here, are you not? You belong to me now,” I whisper in her ear as my mouth sucks her neck in different spots making sure to leave marks where anyone can see. I should be discreet, be cognizant of the children and her sister, but I don’t give a fuck. She inflames me, with just one gaze and I am not going to fight it. Her innocence and sweetness, a challenge to see how fast I can corrupt her. My hands are making work with her shirt, when I hear the rumbling of little feet and my name being called.

Shit. I forgot the time. Lowering her legs, I look at her glowing face and glassy eyes, and feel more than proud that I was able to do this to her. Kissing her lips, I pull her shirt down. “Come down after you fix your hair, baby.” She nods, not able to look at me. Even that makes me feel powerful. Who am I right now? I barely make it to the landing downstairs before the lights of my life jump in my arms.

“Daddy!” My little princess squeals. “Where were you?” Carrying her over to the breakfast bar, I hold my son by his shoulder and seat them both. This conversation needs finesse. I have not had a woman in this house other than their last nanny, since I hired her. Suddenly, I am nervous about how they are going to take this.

“You two know that Lucy is no longer working with us. I had to find you another nanny. I found one and she is going to be living with us now. Along with her little sister.” I look at both of them trying to determine what they are feeling.

“Little sister? Is she a little like me?” I laugh, shaking my head. Should have known that would be what Rai would zero in on first.

“No Princess. She is older than you. She is a teenager.” I can see her brain pondering how to make this beneficial to her. My little girl is sweet, don’t get me wrong, but much like me and her mother, she looks of the chinks in people’s armor. Finding ways to turn things to her advantage. Not that I blame her. As a producer, this is how you save money. But for my little Princess, well, let’s just say I keep my eye on her.

“So why do they have to stay here? Lucy didn’t live with us?” My son. The details keeper. For as long as I can remember he has been serious. Everything for him is a puzzle. Something to figure out, dissect and get to the bottom of. What can I say? He takes after his father. But what am I going to say to him? Your dad has lost his mind. I had no choice? From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was destined to be mine? I can’t say any of that, so I go with the next best thing.

“She lives further than Lucy. So, in order to make sure she can make it on time, this was the best option. Now, she will be down in a second. I expect you to be on your best behavior. Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I kiss them both. While we are waiting for her to enter the kitchen, I begin prepping for dinner. When they were first born, Karinna had a housekeeper, a cook and a nanny. I found it all ridiculous, but whatever. The minute I put her out, I fired everyone except the nanny. I couldn’t stand having all those people in my house. My mother taught me how to cook at an early age. She was a stay at home mom on the farm my family owned, with me and brother. My father was an entertainment attorney, so she didn’t have to work. Though we had more than enough money to live in the city, in some big fancy house, my dad felt that we would be more well-rounded, if we had responsibilities. Daily. So, he bought a farm when we were really little and that is where we lived. He traveled back and forth to the city every day, to make sure we had everything we needed, but didn’t become spoiled. She used to pick my brother and I up from school and sit us in the kitchen with her, making us help her peel potatoes, or cut meat or anything. She used to ask us about our day, talk to us about hers and then she would always say, “make sure you are paying attention. A real man can not only afford to feed his family but knows how to feed them as well.”