Maid for the Casanova

Chapter Three - The Longest Night

Scott Greene

My eyes are wandering around inside the bar while listening to the loud music, playing from the speakers. I just called the blonde girl off, whose trying hard enough to get to know me by showing off her bare skin. Sure thing she was hot, wearing that red little dress but I'm not really in the mood right now to play some game. I'm still pissed about my parent's decision when they hired a nanny for me. I never met her yet, but I'm pretty sure she's the kind of old, lousy and perfectionist maid I had encountered before.

"What the hell is wrong with you, man? I can't believe you called Devlin Stringers off" Harris complained.

"So what if she's Devlin Stringers?" I asked him. I can get any girl I want without exerting some effort. That's how liberated some girls are. They will do everything just to get noticed. That's how desperate they sound.

"Good question, indeed. But for anyone cares, she is the hottest girl in town. Any guy would be lucky to take her on a date" He added.

"More like any guy would be lucky to take her on their bed" My lips formed into a smirk. Yeah, Devlin is hot. She's like every man's fantasy. Unfortunately, she's not my type. Not even close to my standards.

"So tell me about this, new nanny of yours? Is she hot?" Austin asked abruptly. Harris and Austin are my closest friends. The three of us are popular in school.

"Are you planning to make a move on her already?" I asked, then took a sip on my tequila.

"Let's see, Scott" He answered.

"Well, do what you want. And for the record, I never even met her yet" I said. Well, I don't even know her. As if I'm interested to waste my time on that new nanny in town. Her title doesn't even ring a bell.

"Look who's here" Madison raised her eyebrow. She is wearing a black skirt and a sleeveless top, exposing her white skin.

"What do you want?" I asked her.

"I want you to fulfill my hottest fantasy, Scott" She gently whispered in my ears with a seductive voice. Well, what else can I say? Madison is a seductive goddess. She is also my over protective psycho ex-girlfriend who is also the younger sister of Austin. If looks can kill, I'm sure that she already murdered hundreds of women who kept on flirting with me. She is insecure about everything, as if she has to compete with everyone else for my attention. I have to admit that she's gorgeous and almost perfect but just like any other girls whom I've dated before, she's out of the season. I'm done playing with her as my flavor of the month.

"I'm not here to play your games so please just leave me alone" I rejected her.

"Are you rejecting me?" she asked, showing authority as she crosses her arms. She beguiled herself into believing that I'm actually looking for a relationship. Unfortunately for her, I'm not. I'm allergic to commitments. I hate getting involved in a dramatic and exasperating life of being in a relationship with someone.

"Look Madison, how many times do I have to tell you that we're over?" I asked her. I already broke up with her last week, what else do I have to do to make her realize that she should stop acting as if I'm still committed to her? I guess I'll never understand girls. I sighed exasperatedly.

"Oh I'm not even done with you yet, Scott" She warned me, then walked away.

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"I'm home" I called. I placed my car keys inside my pocket. I was about to go upstairs when I heard my mom's voice calling me, from the dining area.

"Scott, come here" she called out.

"What?" I asked.

"I want you to meet Tracy, you're new nanny" She introduced me. She looked at me with a smile, that dissipates in a matter of second. I examined her face crucially before saying a word.

"You?!" I asked in disbelief. That nagging psychotic little freak is my nanny? This is beyond unbelievable. I thought to myself. But that girl is immature.

So Tracy is the name, huh? I can give her an assurance that I'll give her the best payback for calling me a dickhead. I'll show that little, 32 cup sized B flat chested, brunette girl who's the real boss.

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