Billionaire Needs Nanny

What was I going to do?

Everything in me screamed to get away from him. I somehow knew he wanted to teach Christian some kind of lesson by using me. I wanted no part of it. I tried to struggle, to pull away, but he yanked me against his body so I couldn’t move at all. I could smell his aftershave.

“Hold still,” he growled.

His breath caressed my ear making me shudder with fear.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

I elbowed him in the side, but it did nothing. He moved faster, his hand on my thigh as he grabbed my dress. I heard the fabric rip sharply.

I had a crazy thought then. Instead of worrying about what he was doing to me, I started to get angry about what was happening to my dress. I’d brought it for Christian, to make him smile the way he did when I walked down the stairs. Now, Gabriel was ruining it. I became scared. What if Christian never looked at me the same way again? What if his touch turned me into someone Christian couldn’t even look at anymore? Like those men who leave their wives and girlfriends when they have been raped, because they can’t cope with the guilt. Angry tears flowed down my face.

I didn’t understand Gabriel. How could he want to hurt Christian so badly? It was one thing to steal his ex-wife, but this was horrible.

My head spun. I wanted to get away from him, but Gabriel was too strong.

His hand touched my bare thigh and I screamed against his palm. It was slicked with sweat and hot. I wanted to bite him but he was smart enough to keep from pressing it against my teeth. No matter what I did, how I tried to twist and turn, he kept me locked against his body with his hot breath on my neck and his voice sending shivers of disgust up my spine.

“I told you to just hold still. This isn’t about you,” he hissed. “Christian needs to learn what happens when you fuck with me. I’ve had enough of his bullshit.”

“Let me go!” I shouted against his hand.

“Not until I’m done with you. Go ahead, keep fighting me. You’re just making this harder on yourself.”

I shook my head as his hand traveled upward. The last thing I wanted was that slimy, disgusting bastard touching me anywhere. My skin crawled as I tried to yank myself away from him. I felt his fingers on the edge of my panties. I jerked, but that only made his fingers enter my panties. I began to rock my body as hard as I could, so he would have to fight even to hold me in place.

Then I heard a movement and my eyes swung in that direction.

Christian yanked Gabriel away from me. Gabriel almost fell, but Christian wouldn’t allow that. Without a word, he balled up his fist and punched him in the face.

His brother reeled back and held his nose as blood seeped from between his fingers.

“Get the fuck out of here and don’t ever show your face to me again. This is nothing compared to what I’ll do to you if I ever see you again.”

Gabriel glared at the two of us, but he scrambled and disappeared like the coward he really was.

As soon as he was gone, I crumpled to the ground. My dress was in tatters around me and that brute had almost got his fingers inside me.

Christian wrapped his arms around me.

I clung to him. “He ruined my dress!” I wailed.

“It’s just a dress. I’ll buy ten more,” he said hoarsely.

“I bought it for you.” I sobbed.

“It’s okay, It’s okay,” he repeated again and again.

My tears began to fall in earnest. My body shook and I couldn’t stop for a long time.

Christian didn’t rush me. He ran his hand over my hair and back as he held me so tightly I could barely breathe.

It was just what I needed. I finally wiped my eyes. “I think I messed up your suit,” I said quietly.

“It’s just a suit,” he said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “You’re more important than that.”

I clutched the front of my dress and leaned against him as we walked back to the house. He grasped my hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. The simple gesture warmed me and made me feel safe and whole again. I’d been scared that he would reject me after I had been touched by Gabriel, but that wasn’t the case at all. I could feel how much he wanted to comfort me.

“I don’t think I can go in. My dress is all ruined,” I said as I showed him the rip.

“We’ll take you in the back way and you can go upstairs to my room. I’ll clear everyone out. I’m done partying, anyway.”