The Nanny ✔

The Nanny: Epilogue

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Sophie's POV

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"Do you understand?" I ask Oli in a hushed tone and she nods, suppressing her glee as she smiles wide.

I tell her what to do and she listens attentively, bobbing her head every now and then.

When the door opens, we both spring apart as if we were caught doing something illegal.

"I was looking for the remote..." Demola asks from the entrance, looking from me to Oli and back to me.

"It's on the edge of the couch!" I and Oli respond together.

Silence spreads like wild fire for a while, his eyes consecutively darting across the both of us again before he shakes his head.

"What are you two up to now?" Demola finally asks. He gracefully strides into our bedroom with a dashing smile.

As usual, his eyes roams over my body and stops at my chest.

I do an eye roll but finally stretch my lips into a shy smile, mentally giving myself a shoulder pat for giving in to my subconscious advise. I'm putting on a black bum shorts and loose crop top and my nipples are already hardening just by his lustful gaze on them.

It's been two years since the incident with Abdul and both I and Demola have gone through a lot after that, facing so many challenges in our relationship but we always come out stronger.

"Nothing that concerns you." I finally respond with a careless shrug. He narrows his eyes at me and I giggle, winking at Oli.

Without another word, she sneaks out.

Oli has grown taller over the past two years, also losing her baby fat in the process as she is now a bit lean than she was when I first moved here. I am now in my second year in the university but currently on our end of the year break. We'll be writing our exams after the new year celebration and then I have just two more years (meaning four semesters) to go.

"What?" I ask after some minutes of utter silence. Demola keeps staring at me as if he is trying to figure me out.

I hope he doesn't.

He mustn't know anything about the plan I had with Oli.

I pull my shirt off and walk to the dressing table in just a my bum shorts and my loose bra top.

Looking through the mirror, I see him stare hard at my back. I've been avoiding him getting intimate for a few days but he doesn't know why.

I pull my hair up and begin to oil the scalp. I wanted to do transitioning from relaxed hair to natural hair because that's what is in vogue but I decided against it because the process would be too stressful and I also once had dye in my hair.

I re-dyed it sometime late last year after so many months break, and the deep shiny blue is beginning to look slightly dull once again.

"Sophie?"

"Yes?" I don't turn around.

"What's up?" Demola asks.

I snicker. "Apart from the ceiling and chandelier, I don't really know what else is."

"Don't play games with me. What are you guys up to?"

"Nothing babe. Nothing." I can't help the wry smile that slips onto my face.

He walks towards me and stands beside me, his arms folded over his chest and half his butt resting on the wide table.

My eyes widens when I notice the bulge in his pants but I immediately tear my gaze from it. Now is so not the time, though I would love to sit on him...