Page 20 of Billionaire and Nanny Secret

“Yes, her name is Lily.”

“And why did you guys break up?”

“Because I cheated on her.”

My jaw dropped. “Please don’t tell me that she told Morgan.”

“Oh, no, she didn’t just tell Morgan about the cheating part,” Pierre told me, and my eyes widened while I realized where this was going. “She told Morgan about every single aspect of our relationship, from our sex life to the kinds of dates that I’d taken her on, anything and everything that she could think of. And oh, do you want to know what the worst part about it all was?”

“What?”

“She told Morgan that I’d taken her to that exact restaurant every week, and that it was our place. Lily told her that I was just reusing ideas for dates from when I’d been dating her.”

“Well, was she being honest?” I asked.

“Well, yes.”

“Pierre!” I exclaimed.

“I’m sorry!” he apologized, his voice an exclamation. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

“You can’t recycle date ideas,” I told him. “What did Morgan say?”

“Nothing.” He sighed.

“Nothing?” I questioned. “That sounds very un-Morgan-y.”

Pierre nodded in agreement. “She stood up, looked at me, and then just walked away.”

“When did this happen?”

“Two nights ago.”

“Have you talked to her since?”

“No,” he answered, sadly. “She didn’t come to work today, and she hasn’t answered any of my calls or texts.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I thought, maybe you could help me figure that out?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “No!” I exclaimed. “I can’t help you. The heartwarming part of making it up to a woman is that you thought of it yourself, not with the help of her best friend!”

“Ugh, fine!” he growled. “I’ll leave you to work.”

“Bye, Pierre.”

Pierre left, and I managed to get my head in the game and actually get some work done, which was much harder than I would have thought. I spent a majority of time fighting my brain to think about animals rather than the mind-blowing sex that I was sure about to happen the second that I was picked up from this office.

When my eyes finally darted to the clock, I realized that it was finally time for me to be off. I let out a sigh and stretched more in my chair. Just as soon as I realized the time, my phone began ringing.

I reached out and grabbed, not surprised that it was Ezra. He was a punctual man, and I wasn’t surprised that he would be there, right as I got off of work. I answered. “Hello, Ezra,” I greeted, unable to hide the nervousness that I felt just to talk to him.

Maybe, I needed to be a little bit more confident. This was just sex, right? And it wasn’t exactly like this was the first time that I’d ever had sex. This was all about being relaxing and a stress reliever, and that was exactly what I needed to think about. He wanted me. I wanted him. Everything was perfect.

“Quinn.” His greeting was short and simple, something I’d come used to when it came to him. “I’m waiting outside for you. When are you going to come outside?” Regardless of the fact that Ezra was a businessman, he was the farthest thing from patient. And he had always been that way.

“I’ll be out there within five minutes.”

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