The Nanny ✔

#16

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Sophie's POV

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"So, that was how my little brother got the mark on his left eye." I end my story with a giggle, taking a sip of my drink. I don't have a brother but I lied from the beginning that I did so I have to keep up with the make belief story.

The guilt of my lie is eating me up, but I can't tell him the truth just yet. I don't want him to think I lied about something so major- like having siblings ever since the first day we met. He might not trust me with his daughter anymore.

Demola shakes his head at my story as a small smile plays on his lips.

He's sitting opposite me, wearing a black turtleneck and feel blue jeans with timberland. The silver necklace on his neck only makes his handsome and rugged features more profound. He's randomly playing with my left finger while we're chatting about random things on our first date.

I watch his lean, long fingers as they wrap around the champagne flute which he tilts towards his mouth, then slide my gaze upward to his slightly curly hair, which still manages to look so good and tamed.

He drops the glass cup.

"Wow. Your brother is literally your superhero since he saved you from jumping into that pit." His eyes twinkles and the gladness and gratitude in those chocolate eyes blow my mind away.

"I wasn't about to jump into the pit and he didn't save me. He pushed me aside, thinking otherwise!" I chuckle.

"If he didn't push you, you would've fallen headlong into it and then..." He trails off, a flicker of emotion showing in his eyes before he heaves a sigh and lowers his gaze.

"Well, that was a while back. I'm not in the hospital or dead. I'm he-"

A frown slips onto his features immediately, his shoulders squaring in a way that is easily noticeable.

"Don't joke with death okay? Let's just change the topic." He says quickly. The edge in his tone doesn't go unnoticed as I eye him. He must be like this due to the death of his wife...

Sensing the unease that slowly settles between us, I stretch my hand out to hold his and caress it slowly. He exhales and pecks the back of my hand. A small gesture but it warms my heart.

I'm filled up, we've just had fried rice and salad. Then later, I ordered ice cream and a cup of melted chocolate. So lazily, I scoop a generous spoon of the ice cream and his gaze follow my hand movement as the chocolate enters my mouth. I lower my gaze under his heated stare, feeling my insides turn to mush.

"So, what plans do you have for your future?" He suddenly asks.

I bite my upper lip slowly. Isn't it too early to start talking about the future?
Even with all my planning and to-do listings throughout my whole life, and I still ended up as a run away and a nanny, dating my employer.

But on a second note, I could share my passions with him. Putting it out there wouldn't be that bad since we're basically trying to get to know each other.

"I want to be a human rights activist. I would love to fight for the right of the people, to put the wrong people behind bars and help the afflicted get justice."

That's what I've had in mind since my dad died because he was fighting a just cause up until the time of his death and it only grew stronger when my mom married the scumbag, child molester. I can never wish him anything good even though growing up, I was taught to wish good on everyone.