by Claire Angel
DOCTOR DADDY
A BILLIONAIRE AND A NANNY ROMANCE
CLAIRE ANGEL
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This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.
DOCTOR DADDY: A BILLIONAIRE AND A NANNY ROMANCE
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
DOCTOR DADDY: A BILLIONAIRE AND A NANNY ROMANCE
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
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DOCTOR DADDY: A BILLIONAIRE AND A NANNY ROMANCE
BLURB:
My Hot Baby Daddy!
He is a Billionaire and my Doctor Boss!
If my heart wanted a man, my mind would become dysfunctional.
I’d make the silliest jokes, teasing the poor soul to his knees and then leaving him high and dry, until he’d beg me for more.
I couldn’t play that game with my employer. That would be too dangerous, and put too much at stake.
I could feel him caressing each part of my body with his eyes and those blue eyes followed me all the time even when he was not around.
His smooth, dark hair had felt like silk between my fingers.
That spicy cologne transported me deeper into his arms.
I can’t stop fantasizing him even in front of his daughter.
But I was not going let him know what he does to me.
A deep passionate kiss and it felt like the world has melted around me.
He kept apologizing and kissing me again.
I felt safe in his arms and wanted to stay in his embrace for the rest of my life.
But… his ex-wife was back out of the blue.
My thoughts were foggy and nothing made any sense.
And I always knew that it was a bad idea to fall for my boss…
***
Chapter 1
Sara
“Clumsy bitch! Look what you’ve done!”
I looked up to see a bulky truck driver jump from his chair, flicking at his crotch. Lucy was patting at his pants with her dry cloth, but he pushed her away. “Get away, bitch, or do you want to blow dry it, too?” Lucy lost her balance and fell on her bottom, still holding the coffee pot in her hand.
My customers stopped rambling their orders, and I asked them to excuse me for a minute. As I came closer to see if Lucy was okay, the brute prepared to kick her.
“Hey, asshole, get back! Or I’ll call the cops.”
I helped Lucy up from where she was cowering under a table. She started to cry and explained what had happened all at the same time. I couldn’t make out what she was saying even though the diner had gone dead quiet, and you could only hear the door slam behind the truck driver. I took the coffee pot from Lucy’s hand and placed it on the table where the trucker had been sitting.
“I’m so sorry, Sara. Please don’t tell Frank. It was an accident.”
“Don’t tell me what?” Frank had come from the kitchen when he heard the racket in the diner, and now he was standing behind Lucy. “What did you do this time, clumsy?”
As Lucy turned to face him, Frank’s eyes were focused on Lucy’s full breasts, partly showing from her blouse that had become undone in the commotion. Lucy crossed her arms over her exposed chest and looked down at the floor. She started to mumble something inaudible.
“Speak up, girl, did the cat run away with your tongue?” He pulled her chin up so that she had to face him.
I stepped up and stood next to her, and said with a slight sneer on my face, “That asshole bumped her, and she spilled some coffee on his lap.”
“And who gave you permission to speak, huh? Get back to your tables and get those orders in. Otherwise, I’ll take your tips to cover the customer’s bill.”
Frank turned his attention back to Lucy. “You little wimp, cannot even stand up for yourself, had to call in for assistance from your friend. You will never amount to anything. It’s a wonder I keep you around.” With that, his eyes wandered back to her chest. “Get yourself decent and tend to your tables. Bitch!” As Frank turned around, he was laughing, not even aware that he had offended some of his customers.
I could see that Lucy was close to tears again, and I told her, “Go outside, Lucy. Get yourself together. I’ll take your tables, no problem.”
I went back to my table, took the order, and as I was about to turn around, a female customer said, “You girls are worth more than what that man could ever afford to pay.” I just smiled and said thank you, but in my mind, I was thinking, if he only paid us, that would have been true.
It was then that I decided that this joint wouldn’t have the privilege of seeing me again. I was going to take my tips at the end of the shift to never return and tell Lucy to do the same, even though I knew she wouldn’t. Some girls are just too weak and afraid to stand up for themselves.
Luckily, Frank stayed in the kitchen most of the time and rarely came out of his hole, so the rest of the afternoon shift went without any other incidents. Lucy was still a bit shaken. She said she was alright, but she couldn’t afford to not be back the next day.
I hugged her, and told her, “Call me if you need anything, anything at all. Even if you want to tell me you’ve left this hellhole.” She gave me a weak smile and I headed back home.
*
Granny was at home, and she had been cooking. I could smell the lasagna, and I knew we were going to eat like royalty that evening. With a smile on my face and a grumbling tummy, I went inside. There she was, standing in front of the oven. I was just in time to help her with the hot plate. The kitchen was neat, and everything had its place – even after making something, the kitchen was already clean. Granny always said, “If you clean as you go, you don’t have to work so hard in the end.”
Granny gave me a warm, sincere hug, and asked, “How was your day, my girl?”
I told her about the incident at the diner and how Lucy was so weak. “I can’t stand it anymore. One day, I am going to lose control and do something I might regret l
ater, so I have decided I’m not going back.”
With her eyes full of tenderness, she looked at me and gave my hands a small squeeze. “You have always had a soft spot for others, but I’m proud of you that you have decided to look after yourself this time.”
With that, I looked down at my feet and I rested my head against her chest. “But how will I get into nursing school now if I don’t have the money to pay for the classes? It doesn’t help if I’m taking care of myself at the expense of others.”
“That is where you are mistaken, my dear. You first have to take care of yourself before you can take care of others. I’m sure something will come across your path, maybe you will be surprised at what lies around the next corner.”
Granny turned towards the lasagna dish, and said, “But now, let’s eat. Your mind always works better on a full tummy, and then we can wash the dishes and think about tomorrow.”
I had to smile. Granny was so full of wise sayings, but she always found comfort in cleaning. When our parents started to travel the globe, not settling anywhere but going everywhere, my sister and I stayed behind with Granny. Dad had said we had to finish school, and as they didn’t know where the wind would blow them, it was better for us to have a stable home.
What a load of crap. They just wanted to be rid of the responsibilities of taking care of two girls. Granny took us in and used every last penny she received from her retirement fund to get us through school, and now it was time for me to take care of her. I had to get a job and fast – there was just enough in my account for one month’s groceries. After that, I would have to start digging into my savings for nursing school.
It was in times like this that I wondered how Hannah could so quickly just run off, without even saying goodbye. Not caring to send a note to say where she was, calling to say she was okay, or asking how we were. She had just packed up and left. She probably got hooked up with a guy and left to go and stay with him. Hannah had a steady hand on the whiskey, and she loved to arm wrestle with it deep into the night. The next morning, she would be hung over and not worth much around the house.
Granny noticed the deep frown on my face and knew which storm was brewing in my mind. “Dear, let your sister be. I have you, and that is all I need. Don’t worry so much about tomorrow or judge someone else’s path. Each one must do as they see fit. Your sister takes after your father, and they both have ants in their pants.”
The clouds in my mind parted and I could see the ray of sunshine that Granny always managed to bring into my life. We finished our dinner while talking about better days, dreaming of a future where I’d be working at a hospital and when Granny could bake cookies for the local deli.
After we finished washing the dishes, I excused myself and went to sit on the porch. I called Tabitha, my wayward friend. I wondered what she would have to say about my gutsy move. She would probably congratulate me on my valiant victory. With a smile on my face, I dialed her number.
“Hey girl, what’s up? I was at this Billionaire’s mansion today, and I did a row of topiaries all in the shape of dicks. He was so impressed with the matryoshka dolls that he asked me to redo his backyard as well.”
She burst out laughing, and I couldn’t help seeing the different sized dicks in front of me. Her imagination was a fantastic thing, and sometimes I wished I could see the world as she saw it. Life was less complicated, much more right or wrong, black and white.
“I quit my job at the diner today.”
“What?! I’m so proud of you. What made you leave that greasy Frank behind?”
“Lucy spilled some coffee on a jackass, and Frank was his normal charming self about it, literally drooling over her boobs, and I couldn’t take it anymore. So I finished my shift, took my tips, and left.”
It went quiet for a few seconds, and I asked if she was still there.
“Yeah, I am, but what about your studies? How are you going to do that?”
“I was hoping you might have heard of something? Anything, I’m quite desperate.”
“Ooowhey, I’ve got an idea. There is this Billionaire Doctor you find more at his Clinic attending his patients than his Multistory Office, with a real tomboy daughter, and he cannot keep a nanny for longer than a week. By then, they turn around and run out screaming. Just thinking how you love kids, and all that stuff, maybe you could tame that wild one.”
I sat there thinking about it for a while and knew in my heart that I’d already made up my mind. “Let’s do it. I’m up for a challenge. Will you tell your Doctor-Billionaire about me?”
“Sure thing, girl. I’m working over at his joint tomorrow. Will give you a heads-up if he shows interest. But I have to warn you–”
“You mean there is more than a little rascal to take care of?”
“It’s just that this guy is a looker. I’m talking fuck-me-please handsome. If you don’t watch out, you will be playing mommy instead of nanny. To get a load of washing in with that man would be a wild ride.”
I started laughing at her hilarious descriptions. “You are crazy, but I still love you.”
With some seriousness in her voice, she said, “Don’t come back to me and say I didn’t warn you. Those blue eyes will look right into your soul.”
“His eyes can look as much as they want to. I don’t have time for that. All I need from him is deep pockets and an open hand. I only have one date that I’m planning on, and that’s with the lecturer at nursing school.”
“No shit, girl, you haven’t gone out on a date in ages, and by the time you get to go out with your lecturer, I hope he is worth the wait.”
Slightly irritated, I told her, “You know what I mean.” I could hear that Tabitha was cracking herself up over her joke, and I couldn’t help laughing as well. I realized what I had said came out very wrong.
We chatted a bit longer, and she promised she would call me as soon as she’d told him about me.
Chapter 2
Dryden
“Please, I’m begging you. I will double your wage. Please just come over and look after her.”
The phone went quiet, and then the line was cut. I slammed my phone on the counter and grabbed my head with both hands. I let out a frustrated groan, and said to myself, “This is unbelievable. Piper is only four years old. Can’t any of these nannies handle a little girl?”
I pulled my nose up and said in a high pitched, snobbish voice, “Sorry, sir, but I’m unfortunately ill today, I won’t be coming over.” In my mind, I was thinking of all the lies I’d heard in the past three months – not one nanny had lasted more than a week. But the “I’m sick” excuse had been used the most. The only original one was the girl that told me her parents had moved to Florida, and she was on her way to go and stay with them. It almost made me laugh.
How did Jennifer do it? She was our nanny from Piper’s birth. Why did she have to leave me like this? Why couldn’t she make her boyfriend stay here? Why did they have to go back to England? I hoped she was sitting there cold and depressed with the gloomy weather.
As I paced around the kitchen, Piper came in and asked if she could have breakfast.
“Sure, ask the cook.” I realized I was snappy, but I had more significant issues to worry about, so I stepped outside, scrolling through my contacts to see if there was anyone that could help me.
Suddenly my phone flew out of my hand as I bumped into someone. Just before the gardener dived into the freshly turned bedding, I grabbed her arm to steady her.
“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Are you alright?”
Tabitha wiped her hands on her pants and stretched out her hand towards me as if she wanted to shake hands. I think my face turned a bit sour, as I could see she was immediately offended, and told me in so many words, “No wonder your nannies last as long at a day lily.”
I was a bit taken aback. How did the gardener know about the nannies? “Sorry, but have we met before?”
She placed her hands on her hips and looked at me wi
th fire in her eyes. “I’ve been your landscape architect for more than a year now, sir. But it’s not me that you have to concern yourself with this time. You’ve got bigger fish to fry. I tell you what, I know a girl who is great with kids. Do you want to try out a down to earth type of girl instead of your snooty choices you’ve made to date?”
My mind was racing. She had used too many words to say almost nothing, or maybe I just wasn’t listening. “Do I understand you correctly? You know someone that can babysit?”
She only looked at me with a dumb expression on her face, one eyebrow raised and still with her hands on her hips.
“Okay, when can she start? Do you have her number?”
“Sara can start immediately. She has been back in the market for less than a day, so you better catch her, while she is still hot.” She handed me a piece of paper with “Sara” and a telephone number written on it.
As I looked at the piece of paper, I asked her, “So what is your name?” As I looked up, she was already bent down to continue working in the dirt, planting some flowers.
“Hi, this is Sara speaking.”
Her voice sounded sweet, and I could almost imagine her smiling while she answered her phone.
“Hello, is anyone there?”
“Oh, sorry, yes, I got your number from a friend of yours. I’m afraid I didn’t get her name, but she is the gardener at my house. Anyway, she said that you are good with children and that you are available to start immediately. Could you come over, please? I’m in a bit of a fix.”
The line was quiet for a moment, and then she said, “Sure, just send me your address, and then I’ll be over shortly.”
Softly in the back of my mind, I was hoping that she might be the one. But now I had to call the office, tell them I was running a bit late, and ask Nerina to reschedule some of my consultations.