The Nanny ✔

#8

Demola's POV

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I finish my paperwork at exactly five AM on dot and prepare for the long day, doing my morning routine and making some important calls before going to take a quick bath. I often wake up in the middle of the night to conclude some work whenever I have a big project coming up. Having studied literature in the university and then later taking English and fiction as short courses in my part-time studies, I'm one of the executives in Noel Book Publishing Company so going through papers is basically what describes my daily life.

Entering my living room, I discover that Oli is already at the dining table, with her chair facing the kitchen bear the dining. She's sneaking glances at Sophie who's cooking while she distractedly paints the drawings on her drawing book.

"I'm leaving for work, baby." I inform Oli like I do every morning.

Nothing has changed since Sophie started staying with us; well except for Oli staring at Sophie all day and then sitting with her to watch cartoon later on.

It's been a week, and surprisingly enough, Oli seems to be warming up to Sophie.

"Alright daddy." She says with a familiar smile and comes around to hug me. I pat her head lovingly.

"So be good and don't give Sophie-"

"Something to worry about." Oli completes in her baby tone, her voice not sounding that malicious anymore.

Sophie steps out of the kitchen and into the dining close to the sitting room with a small brown cooler in hand. I eye it warily.

"You are leaving already?" She asks the obvious while Oli goes back to the table and continues with her drawing.

"Yes. Need anything?"

My eyes subconsciously zooms in on her voluptuous chest and my mouth goes dry. Staying in this house with someone so bubbly and beautiful mightn't be as easy as I had thought, especially with the curves and all. She's hot. 

When I received the call the night prior to the evening she arrived, I didn't expect it to be someone so young. So beautiful. Dark, shining skin and a radiant personality. She was two shades darker than I and Oli but she pulled it off well.

She isn't that endowed in the rear region but her backside perfectly fits her figure and she has nicely curved hips that defines her body frame. No, her beauty is perfect with an attractive bust and a portable backside. Damn, is she thick. She has some fat in her stomach but that can and will be duly excused, seeing how she has thick thighs and a huge rack up her chest.

Her doe eyes flutter twice and I realise she might have asked me something.

"You said?"

"I said I, uhm... I prepared breakfast." She says unsurely but her love shaped pouty lips distracts me for a second and I curse mentally, chiding myself for getting distracted.

When did she start making me breakfast anyway?

Okay, she usually makes breakfast but has never carefully packaged it for me to take to work.

"There is no need." I state dismissively.

A shadow of disappointment clouds Sophie's expression and then it's gone as soon as it came.

"Oh. Okay." She gives me a small smile that makes me feel like a douche for not appreciating her efforts.

She turns around to head back to the kitchen as if I just told her off. Maybe I just did. I do an eye roll, feeling like a complete jerk.