Page 2 of The Billionaire and the Nanny

“Meanwhile, I plan to meet a delicious redhead tonight and I have to be verrrry alert for that,” chimed in Luke, with a lazy grin.

I rolled my eyes as I got into the limo.

“I don’t want to hear it,” I warned.

“You’re just jealous,” said Luke, as he got in beside me.

Marcus sat opposite him and shook his head in disapproval.

“Have you been tested for STDs recently?” he asked.

Luke pulled out a bottle of single malt from the drinks shelf and three glasses.

“Make yourself useful and pour us a drink, will you?” he ordered.

When we each had a drink in our hand, my brothers turned the full focus of their attention on me, and I realized that I had just been ambushed.

“What the fuck do you boys want?” I growled, taking a sip of the whiskey, and enjoying the burn as it slid down my throat.

“Less of the ‘boys’ business please,” said Luke politely. “You sound as old as you look.”

“I don’t look old, you fat bastard,” I snapped.

I was barely thirty-nine. That wasn’t old at all.

“I’m not fat. I’m fluffy,” cried Luke, who was neither.

“Christ, talking to you is more exhausting than talking to Maddie. What do you want?”

Marcus interrupted before I could haul off and punch my youngest brother.

“Speaking of Maddie, why was Aunt Fee putting her to bed? What happened to the nanny?”

My face felt hot as I tried to think of an answer that wouldn’t invite more mocking from my brothers. Fuck! Why was life somean to me? I was nicer than most people deserved, I was kind to old people and kids, and look, I hadn’t punched my brother in the throat even when he clearly deserved it. So why were the fates punishing me?

“She… it didn’t work out,” I said shortly.

My brothers could sniff out scandal faster than pigs could sniff out truffles on a farm.

“To quote Gen Z, spill the tea, dude,” said Luke, as Marcus tried to hide a smile.

“There’s no tea to spill. The nanny was more interested in putting me to bed than my daughter,” I growled, trying not to blush, but it was damned difficult with my brothers laughing like a bunch of hyenas.

I was tempted to open the doors and just shove them into oncoming traffic, but I remembered, just in time, that Maddie loved them for some weird reason, and I didn’t want to make her cry.

I growled again and shot them an intimidating glare.

“What’s wrong with your face?” demanded Luke.

“I think he’s constipated,” said Marcus.

“What the hell do you idiots want?” I roared.

“PMSing much?” asked Luke, unmoved by my roar, the irreverent bastard.

“Look, let’s just tell him what we want to before his big head explodes,” suggested Marcus.

Seriously, I had been very happy to be an only child, and then, my parents ruined my life by having these demon spawns.

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