🔪 BABYSITTING THE LITTLE MOBSTER🔪
🍧From nanny, to mummy… 🍧
📖📖 Chapter Twenty Three. 2️⃣3️⃣
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🍷ONCE UPON A POWERLESS LAD🍷
GENRE: Dark romance & Thriller
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Setting: New York City 21st century
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***IN THE WESTERN PART OF NEW YORK***
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LADY BIANCA’S MANSION^^^
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Jay left Bianca’s office angrily and went to the shooting range to vent out his anger; shooting to his heart contempt as he reminisce on his first encounter with Bianca and how he started developing feelings for her.
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FLASHBACK to years ago, when Jay was still a teenager***
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Jay has been in Lord Greyjoy’s mansion and he always heard about Bianca and how beautiful she was but he has never seen her in person. Lord Greyjoy merely took him to the mansion and favored him as the youngest among all the men which made the others envious of him and they mostly bully him whenever they got the chance.
They assigned him to cleaning, and they purposely leave all the work to him most of the time.
He was cleaning late at night as usual when he heard a loud cry, and he traced it to a corridor along Lord Greyjoy’s quarter, there he saw Lord Greyjoy whipping Bianca mercilessly.
He has heard about her a lot, not only in terms of her beauty but also how her father abuses her.
Lord Greyjoy retreated to leave later and Jay split water on the floor on purpose that almost made him trip, but he was quick to get his balance before he could fall.
Jay chuckled lightly and look at Bianca who chuckled too. No one has seen her smile before, everyone afdress her as the arrogant Lady that always go around with a straight look. Seeing her smile awed him, she look more beautiful when she smiled.
“You, what are you doing there?” Lord Greyjoy snapped, bringing him out of his thoughts.
“I’m cleaning, Boss,”
“Then do it properly!” he snapped, and watched his step carefully before leaving.
Jay looked at Bianca who was trying to hide her bruises and remove his shirt, throwing it at her.
“You can cover it up with that,” he said, and she shot him a glare, “I know it’s dirty, but its if you get angry about the dirty shirt than feel pains,”
“You’re young, you must be the begger boy my father took in. Who do you think you’re to talk to me or lend me your shit?!” she lashed, and threw the shirt at him.
She hissed loudly before getting up but she missed her step and almost fall but he was quick to hold her.
“This is why I exist. I might be dirty, but I exist that way to catch you before you fall. I exist to serve you, My Lady,” he said, before releasing her, “Your body must ache, and your quarter is distant from here. If you will grant me the privilege, allow me carry you to your room,”
“I thought you were a begger boy, but why’re you good with words?” she said, and he smiled.
“If it impress you then I’ll make sure to improve more,”
“You really need to improve to know your place and when to talk,” she blurted, and walked past him heading to her quarter.
“Wow. She look so beautiful even when she is angry,” he thought, staring at her.
She almost fell again, but he was quick to rush towards her and hold her.
“I’ll watch you from behind to catch you before you fall,”
“That will be a hassle. You should just help me to my room, I hate people tailing me!” she blurted, and he smiled softly.
He carried her on his back heading to her quarter, murmuring a melody on his way.
“That sounds like a lullaby, are you planning to make me fall asleep on your back?” she snapped.
“Not that. My mother alway sing that to me, so it’s like a habit,”
“I thought you were an orphanage?”
“My mother from the orphanage,”
“So you’re really an orphan,”
“Yes,”
“So why did you left the orphanage?”
“I was adopted,”
“Oh… it must be a long story and I have no interest in sob stories,” she said, and he nodded.
They got to her quarter and he dropped her by the doorway to her room.
“Good night,” he said, and bowed slightly before turning to leave.
“That song, can you sing it to me till I fall asleep?” she asked, and he looked at her.
“Your wish is my command, My Lady,”
They became close from then on hiding it from her father until Jay got stronger and smartly climbed the ladder till he became Lord Greyjoy’s personal assistant, but he was more loyal to Bianca.
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FLASHBACK ENDS***
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Jay fired the last bullet in his gun and reloaded.
“I’m not that young lad who will crawl to your knees anymore, Bianca, and I’ll make sure you don’t see me that way anymore,” he muttered, firing the bullets.
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***IN MALDIVES ***
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LORD DOM’S ISLAND HOUSE^^^
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Celia tossed and turned on her bed unable to sleep, she couldn’t believe the fearsome mafia boss nursed her injury. That was the first, no, it was the second. Emma was the only one who ever nursed her injury because she could never do it herself and now, Lord Dom is the second.
“Why did he do it? Was it because I’m his daughter’s nanny?” she thought, and convinced herself with that, “Yes, he was worried about me because I am his daughter’s nanny, nothing less and nothing more,” she muttered, “What? Worried?” she shouted and sat up immediately.
The thought of everything was so overwhelming that she decide to shove it away and sleep like nothing happened but she couldn’t until sleep took over unknowingly and she woke up late the following morning.
She gently opened her eyes and her gaze met the wall clock hanging on the wall.
“What? Past 9!” she shouted, and hurried out of bed immediately.
She remembered how angry Aria was the first time she slept in and she was terrified that same energy will repeatitself
She jotted up from bed immediately and went to freshen up and her leg reminded her that she has to be careful with her step, so she limped out discreetly and was startled to see Lord Dom and Aria smiling brightly as they both feed each other in turns.
“Wow. Who could’ve thought that all those drama really happened yesterday?” she thought, smiling brightly as she looked at them.
The thought of what happened yesterday reminded her that Lord Don nursed her wound, and she smiled brighter.
She smiled beautifully and reality checked on her that she woke up late and will face Aria’s wrath.
“Celia, why’re you standing there?” Aria snapped, and her heart skipped a beat.
Hearing that made her realize that she hasn’t moved an inch.
She was finally able to limp over to jlin them in the table and Aria smiled at her.
“Go and dish out your food. Daddy made breakfast,”
“He also made food for me?” she gasped.
“Do you think it’s left over?” Aria blurted.
Celia let out a sigh as she remembered the kind of kid Aria was.
She limped over to get her meal and Aria looked at her leg.
“Did you hurt your leg?” Aria asked.
“Obviously, I didn’t wrap this around to beautify my leg,” she snapped, and Aria gasped.
Obviously, no one has ever returned the energy back. Aria stared at her wordlessly and she started blaming herself for talking back at the kid in the presence of her father.
“What if he decide to eliminate me? There is really nothing I’m doing for them here. He does all the cooking and Aria can take care of herself,” she grumbled in fear.
“You should clear the table,” Lord Dom muttered, clearing the air.
She inhaled heavily and rushed to the table but she missed her step and her leg hit the chair. She was about to fall but Lord Dom was quick to catch her.
“I told you to be careful! How can you be this clumsy for a nanny?!” he snapped, shooting dagger through his glare.
She blinked her lashes in fear wondering why he caught her if he was going to be that mean, and why he didn’t let go of her.
“I… am sorry. Can you release me now?” she muttered in fear, and he released her forcefully.
She almost fell in the process but she was able to get her balance as she threw him a glare, cussing him inwardly.
Father and daughter left the table and she was free to wash the dishes and also eat in peace.
After breakfast, she played around with Aria— even though her knee hurt it was bearable because that was the only thrill in the vacation. What’s a vacation without fun but the only fun they could have was playing around that she started wondering if they are going to be able to leave the island till God knows when.
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They did nothing all day; for lunch she and Aria prepared noddles together, and they had bread at night.
She put Aria to bed when it was her bedtime, and she went to the living room to watch TV.
She took a bottle of wine to enjoy herself because no rule state that she can’t touch the wine or watch TV.
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Lord Dom did nothing significant all day, and he started wondering if the vacation was a way of torturing him because all the break does was remind him of his late wife, and he fought the urge of hurting himself to avoid a ruckus like the last time.
He returned inside later at night and was startled to see Celia fast asleep on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand.
“Oh, my! How dare she touch my precious wine?” he shouted, and rushed to the her.
He shot her a glare in disgust and look at the bottle of wine.
He left with the remaining contempt, and sat in the dinning to drink, trying to get his thoughts off everything.
After emptying the bottle, he was returning to him room when he saw Celia about to fall off from the couch. He thought of ignoring her at first, but he thought against it and went to carry her, heading to her room.
“I don’t know why I am doing this right now, I don’t even know why I am doing things I’m not supposed to,” he grumbled as he headed to her room.
He got to her room and wanted to dropped her in her bed but she held on to him tight. He tried to gently release her hand so he won’t wake her but her grip tightened, and when he pulled her forcefully, they both fell in the bed, with him lying flat on her.
He tried to get up when she opened her eyes staring directly at him.
“Hun. It’s Mr. Dragon,” she muttered, and a smile curve me on her lips.
He closed his eyes fighting the urge to kiss her. Even though he almost made the mistake once because he thought she was his nightstand and wanted to use her to regain his memories, he thought against it at that moment. Even if she was his nightstand, that doesn’t mean anything because now she was his daughter’s nanny and he has to keep everything professional.
He opened his eyes when he felt a wet kiss on his lips and he couldn’t restrain his desire as he kissed back passionately, deepening the kiss.
He forgot his principles at that moment, he forgot that she was his daughter’s nanny or his supposed nightstands. All he could see was a girl.
His hand played magic under her blouse, and she let out a light m0an.
He removed her blouse and wet her body with kisses, his memories returned, the memories he longed for, the memories he was so desperate about. He remembered the night they shared at the club and pulled away from her immediately.
“It was her,” he thought.
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TO BE CONTINUED…
