by Amy Brent
It didn’t make sense. It must have been the nanny with benefits they wanted to see.
I stopped the cab at a cross street and rounded the corner. One or two of the vehicles had left the scene of the crime so to speak. Three remained, and from the vehicles’ logos, they were independent reporters. There was no chance of them leaving without a scoop.
I called Karly’s cell phone. She answered, and she was walking again. I heard Alexis in the background. I lowered my head when one of the reporters noticed me walking down the sidewalk.
“Shit. They’ve seen me,” I whispered. “It might divert the attention from you two, though.”
“I doubt that,” Karly mumbled into the phone.
“Why not? Where are you?” I asked.
“Turn around,” Karly replied. “We’re a couple hundred yards behind you.”
“Now that’s what I call bad timing.”
“Ya think?”
“Shit.”
Chapter 20
Karly
I’d felt distant from everything. It was as if my new great life had been illuminated as something it wasn't. I didn't understand how the media could take something so wonderful and make it into something so wrong, so taboo.
I mean, yes, I was the nanny, and if you said it like that, it did sound wrong. Mr. Big CEO Sleeping with the Nanny. But we'd been careful. We'd been respectful for Alexis's sake. Neither of us had flaunted ourselves like players or prostitutes. It was a wholesome thing, even if it was lustful, and neither of us had expected it would happen. The whole report was just so damned dirty. It wasn’t the beautiful story that it should have been, and I felt like I'd been horribly duped by those assholes. How dare they fuck with nice people! I’d bet those journalist had a million shameful secrets no one knew about, but as long as they weren’t in the limelight, it was fine for them, I supposed.
God, I could only imagine what his staff and important clientele were saying. This could affect everything on a much larger scale. Even Alexis or Damon’s mother could be drawn into this ridiculous frivolity of the media’s printed BS.
I thought long and hard about whether I should continue as Alexis's nanny. How long would these parasites want to feed on the story? I needed to talk to Sarah when I saw her at brunch. She'd give me some insight about what to do—hopefully.
I looked at the clock on the wall, and it was only ten. I had just under an hour before I needed to meet Sarah at the café, and I really couldn't wait to see her. I finished folding the laundry and defrosted the meat I needed for dinner.
I left to meet her and kept my eyes on standby for jerk-off Keith just in case. That'd been the other thing on my mind. The unwanted stress was beginning to take its toll on me. Maybe I should've been a librarian.
Sarah sported her usual gorgeous smile as I approached her in the busy café. She looked beautiful in her beige pantsuit that hugged her slender figure. She always looked stunning no matter what she wore, as she looked after her body exceptionally well.
"Hey there, beautiful woman!" she said, making me feel better.
I tried to smile. "Hi. I'm so glad we could meet today. You look captivating."
She gave me a wink and opened her magazine to show me the latest spread she was featured in. She was dressed in an array of clothing, including lingerie, casual, beachwear, evening, and a sophisticated office look. The shots looked wonderful and advertised a new line of clothing by a company called Tomiere.
"Wow. You look amazing," I said truthfully. "It's better than the spread I got."
Sarah laughed at my words, but she never took anything seriously, especially not media or news. She believed all of it was bullshit.
"I think you could've gotten Damon to hold you close in some Tomiere lingerie. Then they could've really let their tongues get to wagging."
I smooshed up my face, signifying her words were not funny and that she should act more maturely about the entire predicament I found myself in. I ordered a coffee and a large slice of blueberry pineapple cake, something I hadn't allowed myself to enjoy for a while.
"The carbs and sugar will add ten pounds to your hips and your breasts, most probably. I wish I had D cups like yours."
"Well, today I don't give a flying—" I refrained from using the word in case other customers heard me. "I feel like absolute crap about this whole stupid scenario. I mean, it could affect Alexis, Damon's tech company, and even other members of his family, including his mother. Those pricks don't give a shit about people's feelings or anything heart-centered at all. I’m beyond angry."
The waitress set down my extravagant-looking piece of cake. I felt better knowing I was going to slide the whole damn lot of it into my mouth. I didn't care about my hips or my breasts. I'd never been this angry in all my life. Those rogue reporters were sharks, assholes who fed off other people's lives. They wouldn't have cared about the situation if Damon had been a cab driver, but because he was linked to a billion-dollar company, they had to kick him in the gut because no one that rich was allowed to be truly happy in their eyes. It was that whole damn tall-poppy-syndrome thing gone absolutely mad.
"I can see you're angry, upset even, but these shallow assholes will find someone else to pick on soon enough. I wouldn't even give it a second thought to be honest. At the end of the day, your happiness is the most important thing. Plus, Alexis and Damon love you to pieces."
I spooned another delightful bite of cake into my greedy mouth and thought about Sarah's words. She was right, but it still pissed me off knowing it could affect Alexis and Damon's life more thoroughly. But working for him was not something I wanted to stop doing. I thought about him all the time. He was the sweetest, sexiest, most gorgeous man I'd ever laid my eyes on.
"You should really get some of this cake. It's like all your problems magically disappear into thin air," I said, beginning to feel better.
"I can't. Hank has set me up for an interview with the manager of Cascade. I could be modeling their new scent soon."
"Oh, wow. Cascade is really upmarket, isn't it?" I asked.
"Yep. They make Allure and Waves too. This is for their younger customer base. Wish me luck!"
I gave her a hug before she left. "Good luck," I said.
She gave me a serious look. “Do not eat any more of that cake!”
I laughed at her words and shoveled another mouthful in just to piss her off. She had a sweet tooth, but her line of work depended on her looks, so she had to abstain. In truth, it drove her crazy when I ate crappy or fattening food she liked.
***
Dinner was a quiet affair. Damon was tired, and Alexis was cranky because she'd been put in timeout at kindergarten for not sharing the dress-up items. She was exhausted, too, and was glad to get a story about Ellie the elephant who wanted to buy a new pair of shoes. The big dilemma was that the elephant needed two pairs, not just one. Clara liked it, but Alexis said she preferred stories that had dolls in them because she was, quite obviously, a doll.
I still felt raw about the stuff that had happened lately, and I was hoping everything would go back to normal soon. A woman at the store had recognized me before I'd picked up Alexis from kindergarten, and she'd pointed at me like I was a witch who needed to be burned at the stake in the eighteenth century. I'd just ignored her and pretended I couldn't hear her loud calls that I was that nanny who had been in the middle of a big, scandalous media spread. It was desperately hard to take. I didn’t want that type of attention.
Damon stopped me before I could head to bed. I had tried to pass him without talking to him too much. "You okay?" he asked, cornering me in the hallway near the guest room.
"I'm fine." I tried not to show my real feelings and gave him a smile that was the opposite of how I really felt.
He pulled me to him. "Karly, it's me your dealing with, and I want you to know you can talk to me. I'm here for you."
I paused and looked into his gorgeous, mesmerizing eyes. "I don't really know what to say to you. I can't thi
nk straight right now."
He held my chin up and looked into my eyes. "I call bullshit. I need you to open up to me. We're going through this stuff together. I know what Eric did was wrong, and trust me when I say that he does too—definitely. But you and I both know the stuff that's been written about us is their take on it all, not ours. We know what the truth is, and that's all that matters."
"I really am fine," I said, speaking a half-truth.
His eyes pressed into mine like they were meant to drag me in. I was lost in the moment with this perfect man. His eyes penetrated me, and before I could say anything more, he placed his lips on mine. I felt like nothing mattered at that moment, and the security I felt in his arms washed over me. It was heavenly.
The kiss was long, perfect, romantic, and full of passion. My heart skipped a beat like it always did, although this time I felt safer somehow. This man actually cared how I felt. The media could fuck up his entire career and slander his family name in the process, but still, he was watching out for me.
We unlocked from one another after the longest kiss we'd ever had. We didn't need to say any more words to one another. We knew how we felt, and having each other to lean on was the big plus in the whole damn stupid situation. At least we had that. It was like he was batting for me, cheering me on, giving me all the security I needed, both emotionally and physically. He was the one who’d suffered from it the most, yet here he was, supporting me.
I didn't know it was possible for a man like him to exist outside the cinema. It was the most refreshing, hope-giving thing I'd ever witnessed in my life. A man who’d lost the love of his life in a tragic car accident was being the strongest, bravest, and the most beautiful man he could be. He had honesty, integrity, and brilliant compassion. I'd only ever seen those qualities in my father, who’d been my hero growing up. He’d always been there, showing up with love and care despite whatever he was going through.
As Damon gave me one last all-encompassing hug, I felt very safe. I knew he was the real deal, a guy who would only ever do what was right. He worked hard and loved his daughter fully, properly, and with every ounce of his being. Knowing all that, how could I want to leave? I knew now that I was supposed to be here with Damon and Alexis. What we had here blew all the bullshit from the media and the Keith scenario out of the water.
I went to bed satisfied, knowing full well I could cope now. Nothing could throw me off-kilter if I felt needed and safe, and I definitely did in Damon's arms. I was an extremely lucky twenty-five-year-old woman. I had a man and his daughter who both really cared about me. Some people never found that, not in their entire lifetime. No more could affect me. I felt strong this night as I pulled the covers over my body.
Sarah had been right. My happiness mattered more than anything, and I guessed there would always be someone or something that might want to take that away from me. I needed to be strong and fight for my own joy. No newspaper or jerk-off ex was going to take that away, at least not if I could help it. I would try my absolute hardest to stay focused. Alexis and Damon were my top priorities now. I would try to remain stable, whatever came at me from the outside world.
Chapter 21
Damon
I needed to take Karly back to my bedroom. Alexis was already sound asleep, and now that her nasty cold had cleared, I knew she would sleep through the entire night. It had been an eventful day for her at kindergarten because they'd had an excursion to visit some animals at a local wildlife park.
My body was a little tired, but my senses were filled with the gorgeous, freshly showered Karly. I couldn't go to bed without making my desire for her known. We'd both had extremely long days, and being intimate with each other would help us feel better. She looked like she could use some comforting, and I had to have her. I didn’t know how I'd not taken her every single night after the first time.
There was something about her that I needed to permeate right now. It was something wild and raw, but honest and vulnerable at the same time. The fact that she was so innocent and sweet made me want her all the more. The things I wanted her to experience at my hand, in total lust and erotic pleasure, were both lustful and naughty. She needed me to show her, and I needed to delve into her most secret, vulnerable place and set her whole body on fire.
Our kisses were sensual, perfect. I could tell by the vulnerability in her doe eyes that she wanted me to lead her astray. It was a hunger she'd only just discovered, a need heated by an insatiable passion I would do my best to fulfill. It grew in her body. I desired it too, craved it now more than ever. I didn’t think I could have held back if I’d wanted to.
I held her hand and led her to my bedroom. I had to have her, all of her. She followed my pull and waited for me while I closed the door. Good girl. She knew I needed to be in control of her, and I knew she needed me to take control of her like a boss in the bedroom.
She was perfect, beautiful. I made my way to her and began by kissing the nape of her gorgeous neck and watching her stand before me without touching me. Karly made me feel alive, something I hadn't felt in a long while. She was submissive and perfect, waiting for me to have my way with her. It took a certain level of trust to allow someone to do that.
I kissed up her neck to her perfect, pouted lips, and her face glowed as I let my hands undo the buttons of her flannel pajamas. I was going to touch her, finger her, and taste her. It was going to be a night both of us wouldn't forget. As I pulled her sleeves down and looked at her voluptuous breasts, she grew breathless. I suckled at her left breast, and she stayed still, resisting her urge to touch me. She knew it wouldn't be long before my wet lips licked the deliciousness of her pussy, and she also realized I liked to savor every moment, taking my time to watch her satisfaction as she squirmed and craved my wanton touch.
Her eyes closed as I placed my hand inside her pajama pants and on her sweet mound. I fingered my way underneath her silk panties and let a sly finger move inside her. She breathed out a moan as I pushed my finger into her soaked pussy, and I grunted, wanting a taste of her delightful wetness. Her pants and panties made their way to the floor. I pressed between her silky legs and licked and tasted her, fingering her entrance with two fingers as she tried to hold herself still.
"Come for me, Karly," I said, pumping my fingers slower and then quicker, allowing her body to enjoy the raw wildness of my passion for her. Her legs trembled as she rode the first wave, and then I got up and firmly pushed her down onto the bed. "Spread your legs for my big cock!" I said, watching her eyes enjoy my nakedness as I stripped. She did as she was told. What a good girl.
I pushed myself into her with a wantonness I'd only experienced with my late wife. I was as hard as granite as I let my arousal fill her walls completely.
I held her wrists down alongside her head and moved my hips like a beast, as if I were a primate enjoying fucking for the first instinctual time. She came in a gasp and a moan, and then I lay down for her so she could ride my big erection.
She looked shy as she hopped onto me, and I placed her hands on my chest as she began to rock back and forth in a sensual rhythm that made my dick feel perfectly pleasured. It was more than I could have hoped for.
I extended my hands and tweaked her nipples, pulling on them and enjoying their voluptuousness until she came, exhausted, on my penis. It was the first time I'd allowed her to be in control of her orgasm, and she bit her bottom lip as she came. I pulled her hips faster as she wettened my arousal with her sexy juices. It was perfect, erotic, and very satisfying.
I was still horny for more, so I flipped her over, putting her body in doggy style. I fluffed a pillow under her breasts to give her comfort while I had my way with her. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, and my body was definitely ready to put itself through the paces of doing just that. I wanted to be in her, to feel her wet walls.
She kept still and held herself up as I ravaged her. She felt every inch of me as I went in and out of her pussy. Next, I pressed my thumb lightly into her ass, ma
king her breathe even heavier as I pummeled my cock into her. I was like a man on an important mission. Her pleasure was important and so was mine.
"You like that, don't you?" I asked her.
"Uh-huh," she said as she pushed back into me, making my dick want to let go of its seed.
But I wasn't ready to finish just yet, so I pulled out of her and placed two fingers inside her. I curled them up each time she panted, and I made her play with her clitoris while I pleasured her pussy from behind. She moved her finger wildly over her nub, and I added a third finger to help her get to her satisfaction. She came in a wild moan, and I listened to her breathing quicken as she shuddered on my hand. It turned me on so much.
I placed her in the missionary position. I fucked her slowly and steadily as we looked into one another's eyes. She looked radiant and flushed from enjoying my sordid impulses.
I wanted it to last, and I wanted to keep her in suspense and tease her like crazy as well. I let the head of my cock go in and out a few times, and then I entered the length of my dick inside her. It felt better than anything I'd ever experienced before. I was taken by her in so many ways, and I felt like I belonged in her.
We kissed for a long time as I pushed myself in to the hilt. I saw the depth of her need for me in her eyes like a raging wildfire. At that moment, we were as one, two people joined in a monumental connection. We were like lovers in the springtime who never wanted to be apart from each other.
I sped up again as we kissed passionately, getting lost in one another like time and space stood still. In that blissful moment when I came inside her, we were just two people in a world of billions, but nothing else seemed to matter as I found my warmth caressed by her wetness. Her kisses were honest and true, and we both didn't want to let go of one another.
Was I falling for her completely? I'd never felt a pull this strong before.
