Single Dads'

Single Dads'

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"We need a nanny." Damiens' eyes studied me from head to toe, his face unpleasant. "Not a kid." "I'm 20, sir." He raised a brow, just as Richie leaned his elbows on the desk in front of us. Those stormy blue eyes taking my breath away as his shoulder length hair brushed his clean shaven chin. Out of the three, Richie was scary to look at. "20 is a kid." My brows furrowed, breaking eye contact to look back into Damiens' green intense eyes. "Our daughter is ten. You're half her age." "Trust me. I know exactly what I'm doing. I've been working with kids for six years." I desperately needed the job. It was too good to go-by. All my problems would be solved. My eyes searched for the other man in the room, the more nicer one. Atlas, he sat on a couch, away from the intimidating huge desk that two of his friends were interrogating me. As our eyes met, he smiles gently at me, those brown honey eyes calming me down. "I wouldn't disappoint any of you. Please, you can trust me..." Silence dragged in the room, with Damiens' calculating business stare, Richies' intimidating eyes, and Atlas' warm but hesitant stare. .............. She needs a job, they need a nanny desperately. And little girl just wishes for a mom. What could possibly go wrong?
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