BOOK 1 "This is what you wanted hmm?" he asked breathlessly whispering in my ear. "For me to fuck this tight little pussy." THIS STORY IS NOT EDITIED‼️

" Erica" My name drips off his tongue like poison. " Yes Mr Sinclair?". he inches closer to my body, closing the small gap between us , who knew we would even be this far I am suppose to be looking after his daughter instead I'm filling the gaps of being his lover. " If u continue acting like this, I won't hesitate to put you through the mattress ". --------- Erica Mendez thought her life had already hit rock bottom-working long hours at a call center, stuck in a toxic apartment with a boyfriend who controlled more than just the remote. But when her best friend Blair finally helps her escape, Erica is determined to start fresh... even if the odds are stacked against her. After losing her job and her footing, Her best friend offers her a lifeline: a position caring for her six-year-old Niece , Marie. The catch? The child belongs to Lawrence Sinclair-cold, rich, emotionally unavailable, and every bit the man who doesn't trust easily... especially not with his daughter. A single father with no interest in love, Lawrence has kept women at a distance ever since Marie's mother walked away. But Erica is different. She's gentle but fierce, broken but healing, and somehow, she's breaking down the very walls he swore would never fall. Can Erica prove that not all love is meant to hurt? And will Lawrence risk his guarded heart for the one woman who might be strong enough to hold it? A story of healing, second chances, and unexpected love-The Nanny will pull at your heartstrings and keep you up at night turning the pages.

"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.