Falling For His Nanny [Book #1]

Chapter 33

Levi's POV
"Your ex-wife is here to see you, sir."

"For what?"

"She says she wants to talk to you, sir. For what I don't know. But she says it's important."

Sighing, I give Spencer the okay to let her in. I didn't really want to hear anything she had to say, but if my speaking to her will get her to leave then I'm willing to spare a minute or two.

When I heard the doorbell ring, I let out a heavy sigh. Rolling my eyes, I didn't bother hiding my irritation with a smile as I opened the door.

"What do you want, Natalie?"

She pushed on my chest, entering into my house without so much as an invitation.

I watched her closely, trying to figure out what kind of scheme she was plotting now.

Although I was glad people were finally seeing her as the conniving little snake that she is, no one will ever really know the kind of hell she has and continues to put me through.

I made note of her attire, finding it strange that she's wearing a trench coat in eighty degree weather.

"I miss you, Levi."

She starts loosening the belt around her waist and before I can really register what's going on, she's revealing a dark pink lingerie set underneath.

I stare at the body I used to love, disgust and hatred destroying any attraction and feeling I had for her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

She makes her way towards me, sashshaying in her stiletto heels with a look of pure seduction burning in her blue eyes.

She glides her hands down my chest, getting down on knees in the process. She bites her lip, looking up at me suggestively. "Please Levi. No man has ever been able to make me feel like you do."

I scoff. "Get your ass up, Natalie." She reaches for the button on my jeans and I roughly yank her up by her arm. "I'm not going to fuck you, so stop. This begging shit isn't a good look on you."

She frowns, the psychopath that she's become making itself known. "Fine!" She snaps, ripping her arm free from my grasp.

I glance up at the stairs, then whip my head back in her direction. "Lower your fucking voice," I growl lowly. "My son is napping."

"Is that bitch here too?"

"Watch your mouth," I seethe, walking over to the couch and grabbing her coat. Shoving it in her hands, I push her towards the door. "It's time for you to go."

Slipping out from under me, she's swift as she pulls something out her coat and aims it at me. "I'm not going anywhere, baby."

She waves the gun around, motioning me to take a seat. My hands are raised, my eyes focused on the loaded gun in her hands.

"So you're going to kill me now, because I won't have sex with you?"

"No." She laughs, the spine chilling sound psychotic and sinister. Not yet," she says, while frequently glancing at the door as if waiting for someone to appear.

What the hell happened to her?

Was she always this way and I was just too blind to see it?

She eventually looks back over at me. "How's Decky?"

"Go anywhere near him and I'll-"

"Oh please, Levi," she says with a roll of her blue eyes. "I'm not going to hurt our son."