The Nanny ✔

#23

Word count: 1719

Demola's POV

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Silently, I drive home with my muscles flexing as I see red.

How could she?

Just how?

My grip on the steering wheel is so tight that I feel my muscle strain uncomfortably but the irritation I'm feeling won't make me care about that.

We stop over at Tania's place and I carefully pick a sleeping Oli, thanking Tania's mom before carrying her out and into the car.

I know Sophie is tense, and she better be tense because she's getting it from me tonight. I hate it when people tell me lies.

I also specifically asked her not to ever lie to me, ever. That was all I needed from her. Had it been that Oli's mom didn't lie to me years ago, she would have probably been alive by now.

Getting home, I pick Oli in and lock the door after Sophie steps out of the car.

Tucking Oli in, I leave her room and head into the kitchen because of my sudden thirst. Thank goodness the event was already coming to a close when we left, so I won't have to face query for leaving early since I was among the few company representatives.

"Demola." Sophie's soft voice calls behind me. Ignoring her, I pick a glass cup and pour water into it.

"Sir..." She trails off.

I grind my teeth together, feeling heat creep up the nape of my neck. She knows just how that honorific makes me feel yet she still uses it.

I would truly be a sir if I bended her on my couch right now and smacked her good. She just gets on my nerves when I least expect it.

She slowly sniffs and this catches my attention though I still don't turn around. Instead, I empty the cup and rinse it before returning it into the cup tray.

"Dee?" She calls me by the nickname she gave me.

She is the first and only person that calls me that, making it somewhat special and his has me turning around like a robot.

Her voice sounds so soft and enthralling that I feel myself getting uneasy by the automatic effect it has on my body.

"What?" I pull on a permanent scowl.

"I-i'm sorry."

Sorry won't change the fact that she lied to me so why would she be sorry? "Why?"

"Erm, I know you feel hurt because I lied to you-"

"I don't want to talk about this right now."

"I want to talk about it. I owe you an apology." She approaches me, taking predatory steps towards me. I can't help but notice that her baggy top which she just changed to defines her nicely shaped breasts and her legs are beautiful in her tight white shorts. The white shorts even compliments her dark chocolate, delectable skin.

"Not tonight." I grit out.

She places a hand on my shoulder and I feel my body come alive at her touch though she probably doesn't notice this since she is still staring at me with her tear stained face.

"At least let me expl-"

"And I said I am not in the mood!" I snap and lightly smack her hand away from my shoulder.

She had no right to lie to me.

"Please." She goes on her knees and holds on tightly to one of my laps. Her head rests on my lower abdomen, her face close to my crotch and I feel my groin twitch in excitement.