The Nanny ✔

#25

Word count: 1434

Sophie's POV

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I run into the kitchen, my hands shaking nervously and a small smile playing on my lips as I restrain myself from giggling in giddiness.

Okay, I don't actually have a small smile on my face but a huge shitting grin!

Opening the cupboard below the counter, I crawl inside it. Thank goodness I already sorted the pots and large pans, arranging them in a corner last weekend.

"Sophie...Where... are... you?" He sings, calling out to me slowly from the passage. Almost yelping, I close the door and try to relax.

"Sophie....are you there....I know you are...baby...." He singsongs tauntingly.

I push myself farther into the corner, getting creped up even though we're just playing around.

It's a good thing that I'm not that tall, if not staying in this counter would be really uncomfortable for me because I would have to hunch. Also, it's not smelly since I dusted it. Moreover, I clean the kitchen often. I love cooking so the kitchen is literally my second room.

I press my palm on my lips and shake my head, knowing if he catches me, I've lost to him.

There's no way I'm loosing to him.

"Come out baby." His voice says darkly. I shiver slightly at how dark it sounds, reminding me of when I read the little red riding hood story to Oli a month back.

From the little crack at the counter door, I watch his legs as he moves around. The counter is directly facing the kitchen, which is widely opened so I can see him in the sitting room.

He searches the sitting room and moves around for a while, probably heading upstairs then comes back and begins to search around again.

When I think he has gone, I tiptoe out and make an attempt to run and hide in the space below the stairs but he grabs me by the shoulder and I let out a yelp, bursting into fists of laughter.

"Gotcha!" He growls.

"Put me down." I squeal like a chicken, feeling ticklish as his neatly trimmed fingers dig into my sides.

He's fond of chewing off his nails before they even grow out a bit.

"Why should I do that?" He says, still in the dark tone.

"Because....I'm your girlfriend and not your five years old daughter."

"No can do."

He carries me to the couch and lays me down, still tickling me.

Unable to hold it in, I burst into a puddle of giggles, squirming in his hold as I feel blood gather in my head with how hard I'm laughing.

I laugh so much that I fall to the ground, still going on in the puddles of laughter and hiccuping a great deal.

Out of exhaustion, my laughter dies down and I don't see him beside me anymore.

I blink back the tears flowing down and cough out, finally stopping myself from laughing again.

Raising myself up, I turn around to see him staring down at me in a way I can't comprehend. His like are curled up into a small smile, his eyes tender.

"Wh-hat?" I hiccup with a smile.

"I just realised something."

"Tell me." I ask and adjust my top because it already pulled down in the cleavage and my cleavage is now slightly exposed.