The Nanny ✔

#31

Word count: 1754

Sophie's POV

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Ever since I started dating Demola, I have come to love and respect him more. I've learnt his likes and dislikes. He's not picky about things and he's very expressive so when he gets displeased with me, he makes sure to tell me immediately.

And the fact that I know why he's ignoring my presence and trying to focus on his work makes me chuckle a little as I fix my gaze on him. I know him enough to know he's a big baby and when babies feel like they're being ignored, they get really cranky.

"Why do I feel like your friend intentionally left us alone?" I ask after some seconds of silence since he's still not speaking.

"He'll be back soon, don't worry about it." Demola replies, not meeting my gaze as he scribbles on the document. I cross my legs and clear my throat to get his attention but he keeps staring at the paper like it's the most important thing in the office.

With every second that passes, my brows slowly crease into a frown, noticing how tightly he is scribbling down the words.

Men and their ego. What would it take him to actually just tell me what he wants? Why's he being so grumpy?

I uncross my legs and get up, slowly trailing my way over to him.

"Thanks for the money you gave me this morning. I've-" he cuts me off with a suddenly sharp look as he gazes up at me.

"Don't mention."

I slowly move my palm over his left shoulder. "What's wrong? You look tense."

"I'm fine."

"Oh please. Is it because I didn't peck you when we got here?" I scoff and he gives me a look.

"I'm not that needy, though I would've appreciated it if you actually kiss me whenever we see. You know how much I like it when we share skin contact but if you don't feel like kissing me, then it's not like I can force you to do so." He shrugs.

"Okay," I peck his lips softly, chuckling when he doesn't reciprocate while I intentionally angle my neck to deepen the kiss. He brings his hands to secure me by the waist and the nape of my neck and I finally smile against his lips while pulling back. "Now that the kissing aspect has been resolved, is that all?" I play with his hair and enjoy the way he spans my waist.

"No it's not. I asked you to call me when you guys leave the house but you didn't and when I called, you didn't pick."

Oh. My lips form into an apologetic pout and I blink cutely to let him know how genuinely sorry I am about that.

"I'm sorry."

"No you don't get it. It's not about being sorry, just pick up."

"Well there was no need to call you since we were in our own little world on our way here and the money was enough for everything we planned-"

"It isn't about money being enough or not. That wasn't the reason I asked you to call me, so please just listen to me Sophie. You know I don't say things without a reason." He meets my eyes and we stare at each other for sometime.

I shrug and he clenches his jaw, shaking his head and focusing on his work once more.

Moving closer to him, I lean forward to kiss him but he moves his face away.

My frown deepens.

"Did I do something else that upset you again?" I'm beginning to get irritated now with his childish antics.