The Nanny ✔

#6

Demola's POV

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"Go get your homework done baby." I tell Oli and sit beside her on the couch. She is watching a cartoon where the ducks keep giggling at every damn interval and though it gets really annoying at times, I have to endure because of Oli. Just staring at her as she keeps that smile on her face is worth it.

She shrugs at my demand without taking her eyes off the television displaying the cartoon program.

"Sophie." I call.

"Daddy...But I want to watch one more episode."

"No. You need to finish your homework first."

"But daddy, just one."

"I swear if yo-"

"Okay, okay I am leaving." She replies me with an attitude, her tone on edge.

Silence settles in the room as she turns off the TV like I always ask her to do so as to avoid distraction and for some weird reason, it doesn't settle down well with me.

We stay like that for a good thirty minutes, with her throwing me death glares and flashing her toothless gum at me like a deadly vampire.

She does that stuff so much and it's sometimes scary but right now, I'm not having all of that.

"Who are you staring at that way?"

She shakes her head. I suck my teeth and drop the bundle of a4 papers in my hands onto my thighs.

"I said who are you doing that to?"

A look of sadness ghosts her features immediately and she pouts guilty. "No one, daddy."

"Do you want daddy to be unhappy with you?"

She shakes her head sadly, the corner of her lips quivering slightly. "No."

"Come here."

"Sorry daddy." She gets up from the reading table and walks to me slowly, playing with her Disney princess top.

"Walk smartly." I state and she walks faster.

She just pisses me off sometimes and makes me go crazy other times. She is indeed a bagful. Walking closer, I hold her softly by the shoulders and bring her between my parted thighs.

"I-I'm sorry daddy." She says gently.

"Next time, don't give me such an attitude. Is that taken?

"Yes." She answers and I peck her forehead.

Then the doorbell rings and I suck my teeth before releasing her. I wall over to open the door and a frown mars my brows as my eyes land on an oval faced dark skinned girl in glasses, looking around.

She is in skinny ripped jeans and blue baggy top; flat slippers are strapped over her legs and an overnight bag is sitting just beside her on the ground.

I clear my throat and she's suddenly startled when she notices me.

"Hello." she greets with a smile. I figure out that she might be lost or something and just need direction.

"Yes?"

"I'm Sophie." She tells me with a tone of familiarity, as if I am supposed to remember her.

My frown deepens. "Okay?"

"I was the one that called last night." Huh?

Last night... Oh.

The nanny. She doesn't sound like the person that called last night. Her voice isn't as husky and confident as that of the person I spoke with on phone.