The Nanny ✔

#11

Word count: 1357

Demola's POV

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"Yes daddy and I love you too." Oli squeals in glee as I shut the car door. She steps into the house immediately I open the door.

Sophie walls out through the passage, resting on the wall with arms folded on her chest. Looks like she has been expecting us. She's wearing three quarter shorts and a tank top. Her breasts accentuates her top, making it look grabbable. Looking for more than two seconds, I can feel my mouth going dry. I look away quickly.

"Hey Oli, you're back." Sophie gives my daughter a sincere beam.

"Yes and uncle Abdul asked after you." Oli grins widely. Remembering the amused look on that bastards face when he was asking ceaseless questions about Sophie, to intentionally provoke me, makes me purse my lips into a grim line.

"He did?" Sophie's eyes shines brightly. It reminds me of the liveliness and oblivious innocence I see in sponge Bob's eyes in the Sponge Bob square pants show.

Oli and Sophie never miss a Sponge Bob show.

She sits on a chair and bumps her legs on the foam below repeatedly, nodding at Sophie. "Hmm. He wanted to know how you take good care of me."

While I walk into the kitchen to serve myself a glass of water, Oli walks in behind me like a princess. Returning the cup, I join Sophie in the sitting room and stare at the TV though I don't really care about what's being displayed.

It could be animals having sex for all I care.

"And what did you tell him?" Sophie further calls for Oli to hear in the kitchen.

"That you treat me well. Only me, because you don't talk to daddy."

Oli steps out of the kitchen then and instantly faces me.

Sophie does the same, tearing her gaze away almost immediately.

As if she senses the unease, Sophie stands up to gently grab Oli by the shoulder and move her towards the hallway.

"Okay, let's get you into your nightie and we'll come down to watch a movie. You want some pizza?"

"Yes! I love pizzas but I'll like to go up alone."

"Hmm, I know you do love pizzas and let me guess, you want to poop right? That's the only reason you'd want to go upstairs alone."

"You guessed right." They both giggle and Oli walks up the stairs tiredly. Finally, alone!

"Hey."

"Welcome back Sir."

"I have told you not to be so formal."

"I know Sir but it is necessary, if I want to maintain the dignity left in me after that embarrassing evening." She mumbles without glancing me a look.

"Suit yourself!" I snap and walk away. I wonder what's up with her but I'd rather not ask, since that has nothing to do with my employer-employee relationship with her.

For screaming out loud, she is a damn nanny. She doesn't have to act like she owns the bloody world. I didn't ask her to be so formal.

At least, not this kind of formal.

I change into my sweatpants and a T-shirt, meaning to exit my room when I hear hushed whispers and a giggle.

Slowly opening the door, I spot Sophie standing by the door to Oli's room. When she enters, I slowly creep towards the door. This is my house, that's for a fact so I don't think what I am doing is really wrong.