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She almost gives me a hard-on in the park. I have to keep repeating the words, ‘I’ll give you a little treat when we get home.’They may be completely innocent, but my dick doesn't get that message. It thinks she means something else: on her knees, in front of me. What is this woman doing to me? I need to put some distance between us.
“Gemma, will we have to cut your foot off?” Eden asks, breaking the silence between us.
“No, she’s not going to cut her foot off. Are you?” Ace adds, double-checking.
“I hope not.” Her face changes as she tries to hold in a belly laugh, but it is too late.
Tears are rolling down her face as she can’t stop them. This makes me crack, and soon we are all in hysterics, with the children making silly jokes about her. It isn't even that funny, but the four of us bonded.
It takes a while before we all calm down so I can drive back home. With the radio blasting and our singing skills being put to the test, I can’t think of a time when we have been this happy as a family. That is all down to Gemma.
When we get back, Gemma hobbles to the sofa, holding my arm tight, I feel her fingernails digging into me.
“Thank you,” she says as I help lay her down and grab some cushions for her to rest her foot on.
“Thank you for today. We all needed it.” I kiss the top of her head.
The action surprises us both. Her face flushes pink, and I walk off. What the hell is wrong with me? It was a reflex, automatic. It felt right, but it is wrong. Jesus, she's sixteen years younger than me, and she’s my nanny.
I go to the bathroom and lock myself in there. I run the shower, get undressed, and climb in, reaching down to masturbate. Thinking of those words, that promise of a treat for being a good boy. I am a good boy… I can't be doing this. But I can't help myself as I picture her on her knees, either.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Alex
It’s the start of a new week, and I’m sitting in my office with a very pissed off Ivy standing over me, her eyes digging into my skull. If looks could kill, I would be six feet under.
“What?” I’m trying to read the newest data that has been sent over to me. I don't have time for a mood swing.
“You hired Fern last week,” she says, her hands going to her hips.
“You told me to.” I look up at her. I don't understand why she is so angry.
“You left her alone! She doesn’t even know where to start. I’ve not shown her anything. Are you completely incompetent?” she demands.
“I pay your wages,” I remind her.
“I make sure you have a business to run.” She stomps her foot so hard, the force of it rattles my desk.
“How?” I stare up at the red face of a woman who is about to give birth any day now. Why did I start this argument? I should know better than to say anything. Pregnant women scare me.
“Because if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t know if you were coming or going. You’re so disorganised. You were a dick to her. Apologise.”
“No, I’m busy.” I look back at my paper.
She walks out, slamming my door. The glass shakes to the point I think it might shatter, and my mood darkens even further when Julia’s name flashes on my phone again.
“What?” I say in anger. Now I’m the one who’s pissed.
“Have you signed it?” she’s so abrupt, but I have come to expect nothing less now, she’s a cold-hearted woman.
“Yes. I hope you know the damage you have caused two little children,” I spit into the phone.
She hangs up, not even caring.
I decide to collect the children from school, letting Gemma know on the way. I need to hold them, to show them they’re loved.
Penny spots me and gives me a massive smile, waving at me as I wait for Ace to come out. Eden holds my hand so tight I think she cut off the blood supply. She’s telling me about everything that happened at school today and who she has fallen out with.
