Nanny Wanted: A Virgin & Billionaire Secret Baby Romance

by Eva Luxe

  They finally filed all out, Darien herding them without seeming to be doing it. He was great at things like that. At last, I turned to my brother.

  “Sam, keep going, you’re almost there! Open your eyes!”

  Nothing, of course. Because when had he ever done anything just because I asked him to?

  “All right,” I said, in the most threatening voice I could manage. “You asked for it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  I gently took his hand in mine and stroked it tenderly. Then, with his big hand lying there wrapped in mine, I started to sing.

  “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are gray…”

  And I felt his hand squeeze mine. He was responding! I should call my parents, but I needed to see what would happen.

  I started singing again. “You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you, please don’t take, my sunshine away…”

  His eyelids fluttered. Suddenly Darien was behind me, squeezing my shoulders. He looked as happy as I felt.

  “I think he likes it when you sing!” he said. Now, that was some serious support.

  I laughed. “You think so? Let’s see. Sam, I’m going to sing it again, okay?”

  No response, so I began again. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine─”

  He gasped, coughed, and I swear he tried to say something.

  “Sam, you’re awake!” I shouted, leaning over him to hug him.

  He didn’t open his eyes, though, and soon he fell back into his relaxed sleep.

  “I don’t think so,” I said. My eyes were brimming with tears, such different tears than earlier in the day. “Second verse, same as the first! You make me happy, when skies are gray─”

  “…stop.”

  “He really likes it, Willow!” Darien said

  Sam’s head moved from side to side. He was moving! He hadn’t opened his eyes yet, but he was alert and trying to communicate something.

  “I’m sorry, Sam, what was that?” I said. “Sing more? Well, if you insist. You’ll never know, dear─”

  “…stop…Willow…stop…”

  Stupid as it was, I burst into tears.

  Darien held me, but he wasn’t sure what was happening. “Okay, so let me get this straight. Your brother, who has been in a coma for over two months after an atrocious car accident, returns to the land of the living just to tell you to stop singing?”

  “Yes!” I sobbed, clinging to his expensive shirt. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

  Sam’s eyes fluttered open. “Not…coming…back…if…you…sing.”

  “Deal,” I said, then I flung myself over his chest and wept some more.

  I had Darien text my parents, who came barreling into the room. “Sam, you idiot!” my father said, trying to be stern. “You’re never driving a car again!”

  “What? Come on!” He chuckled weakly.

  Yeah. That was my brother. I knew he’d beat the odds.

  “You were in a coma,” I explained. “We were unhooking you from your breathing machine. Stop talking, save your energy.”

  “Mmm, fine,” he mumbled with a smile. “As long… as… you… stop… signing.”

  That was the brother I knew and loved. He was back with us, and I was exhuberant, even though I wasn’t allowed to express it by singing.

  Chapter 30 – Willow

  The next day, Sam was sitting up. It took a little longer, but soon he was up walking as well. Darien made sure he had the best medical treatment money could buy. I felt good knowing my brother was safe, it even helped ease the symptoms of my pregnancy. Less vomiting and more eating. Or maybe that was just moving into the second trimester.

  Sam was also taken to a better facility with physical therapy. I hugged him hard, making sure not to crush anything.

  “So, I’m beginning to remember some of it. The accident, I mean,” Sam said while he balanced on the rails, training his legs to walk again. The muscle memory was there, he just had to work them out since they were out of commission for, like, months.

  I rubbed his back and looked down at his legs. “Yeah. I regret not doing something stupid so you didn’t leave.”

  “Nah, don’t worry about it. Hey, Darien, thanks for the help, by the way. Much appreciated.” He waved over to Darien who was sitting across the room.

  “Not a problem,” he said, waving.

  “So,” Sam said, grinning, “You two really getting hitched? I mean, it’s kinda obvious you’re knocked up.” Sam looked down at my stomach which was showing a baby bump now.

  “Well—”

  “Yes, we are,” Darien said, coming closer to us. Uh oh, did he really mean this?

  “Nice. I knew you’d marry some rich dude one day, Willa.”

  Old Sam, distorting my name whenever it fit him. “It’s Willow, and Darien is more than just a rich dude to me.”

  “That’s good.” Sam took a few more steps using the rails to support his weight. He was showing some improvement. His therapist made sure he made all the right moves too.

  For some reason that smell that came off of Morgan popped up in my mind. The name of the scent was right on the tip of my tongue.

  “Sam, before we go. I have a question.”

  “Shoot.”

  “Remember that horrible smell in the mall that day we went Halloween shopping? What was that called again?”

  “Marijuana.” He laughed. “Why?”

  “Wait, isn’t that illegal?”

  “Yeah, they haven’t passed the law for that to be used recreationally or medicinally yet. Don’t think this state will ever do that either.”

  I whipped around to Darien, almost slapping my body against his. I forgot he was that close. “Darien, that’s it! When Morgan came to the house that time, that smell came off of her, it was pot!”

  “What?” Darien furrowed his eyebrows. Finding out that drugs were around your daughter for so long wasn’t something nice to hear. But it was necessary. And damn, it was that final key we needed.

  “I think I know how to make sure Ariel will never have to see that evil woman again.”

  Darien was going to be free.

  Epilogue

  Willow

  When the judge found out that there was suspicion of drug use, Morgan and Darien were both tested on the spot.

  Darien was negative.

  While Morgan? We all knew that answer. But she had more than just marijuana in her system. Hell, I wasn’t surprised; she was rich off of alimony and while that was now going to be canceled, she’d used a lot of that money to get high.

  “No, this isn’t fair!” she screamed.

  Her hair was disheveled and her body language was strange.

  “Mrs. Thrilling— no, Ms. Wright, since you’re now divorced, the tests show that not only do you have it in your system, but that you’re currently high. The amount of cocaine in your system right now is that of someone who’s currently high. Your alimony is hereby canceled, the divorce is granted, and,” the judge turned to Darien, “Mr. Thrilling has full custody of Ariel Thrilling.”

  “Thank you, your honor.”

  “Don’t forget to disable cameras in your bedrooms that are being used, by the way,” the judge laughed while slamming down his gavel.

  We’d found out that the baby was going to be a girl. Yes, I was going to be able to deck both of my little girls out in the cutest matching outfits. For as long as they would let me.

  I held my belly as Darien, Jerry, and I walked out of the courtroom victorious.

  “Glad that shit storm is over. What else do you have planned, Darien?” Jerry asked him.

  “This.”

  He got down on one knee in front of me on the top of the court steps. Morgan happened to come out on the other side and saw us.

  “Willow Reign…”

  I clasped my hands over my mouth. This was really happening.

  “Will you marry me?” Darien asked, opening the small dark blue velvet box. The biggest diamond
ring framed with opals was nestled inside.

  “Darien! Yes, oh yes!”

  He got up and slid the ring onto my finger.

  “Wow, talk about a quick comeback,” Jerry laughed. “You look like a fine girl, Willow. Take care of this one.”

  “You know I will!” I said, kissing my fiancé.

  I placed Darien’s hand on my belly, and right as we kissed, our baby girl kicked my tummy.

  We gasped.

  “You felt that? Even our daughter agrees!” I said, tears running down my cheeks. I loved this. The view of a new life with all my family was before me. Talk about a happy ending.

  Damien

  Our story wasn’t over yet. Because when we got home, that’s when the real magic happened. I carried Willow to our bedroom, despite her protests that she was pregnant.

  “I’m not going to drop you,” I told her, holding her close in my arms. “But I am going to make love to my amazing fiancée.”

  I spun her around while taking off her clothes. Then I grabbed a hold of her perfect ass cheeks and spread her pussy and ass wide open.

  “This is exactly how I wanted to see you the first time I saw you,” I told her.

  “Really?” she asked. “At the strip club?”

  “Really. I went home and thought about you giving me a lap dance.”

  “We never even got to do that,” she said.

  “Oh, we will. There’s a whole lot of things we still need to do yet together, you and I.”

  I stuck my finger into her pussy, which was dripping wet for me, like always.

  “Let me put my cock in here,” I told her.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She leaned over, with her hands on the bed. I quickly undressed and then put the tip of my cock at the entrance to her quivering pussy.

  “Do you remember when I took your virginity?” I asked her.

  “Of course,” she answered.

  I slid my dick slowly into her, reliving that day all over again.

  “I love you,” I told her, as I reach around to play with her clit while I push myself further into her. “I’m so glad I met you.”

  “I love you too.”

  She let out a soft moan and I grabbed her hips with my free hand while continuing to massage her clit with the other one. Our relationship thus far had been centered around everyone else’s drama. I was so glad it could be just us now, enjoying each other.

  My cock began to throb as I thrust it in and out of her. She leaned back onto my tattooed chest.

  “I’m going to come,” she said, gasping.

  I grabbed ahold of her nipples— still as pink and perfect as the day I met her, although more pronounced now with pregnancy, highlighting her larger breasts very nice— and pinched them in my fingers.

  She gyrated and bounced around on my cock while coming all over it. The sensation was amazing and again sparked memories of that first time she sat on my lap, and all the things I wanted to do to her while giving me a laptop.

  I gently grabbed ahold of her hair and bit her neck while I felt the base of my balls tighten.

  “I’ve claimed you as mine, Willow,” I told her, pushing in and out of her a few more times while she moaned, coming over and over again. “And I’m never going to let you go.”

  She managed to say, “Good,” in between orgasms, while I shot my cum into her wet, naked pussy.

  Finally, I held onto her as we collapsed on the bed, my arm encircling her belly. This was exactly the way things were meant to be: Willow and I together for good, sleeping soundly with our baby in her womb and our daughter waiting to see her Mommy and Daddy— and soon to be little sister— every day.

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  Chapter 1 – Hanson

  There were so many hot women up in here. From the sad-eyed, impatient-looking chicks who had to wait in line because they didn’t have a connection to let them in ahead of all the rest of the poor saps, to the cocktail waitresses dancing on the bar to the bachelorette party attenders shaking their asses on the dance floor in celebration of their BFF’s final night of freedom, I couldn’t even keep up with the number of amazingly stunning women all around me. This was my perfect idea of a Friday night.

  The White Room was the kind of night club the who’s who of Miami went to. Situated in Mid-Beach, the glamorous club was part of the Fontainebleau Hotel and a hot spot for famous folk and VIP regulars. I went there all the time. If I was going to get wasted, I was going to do it in style.

  Did it cost a lot of money? Hell yeah. But as the Safety for the Florida Sharks Football team— at least, when my ass wasn’t suspended— I had enough cash to get fucked-off-my-face drunk without blinking at my bill at the end of the night.

  The venue, the service, and the music was the shit, and that’s why hot women from all over came to the club. If there was anything that made me a happy man, it was a woman in a dress that left very little to the imagination.

  Tonight, the club was packed. It consisted of a huge dance floor with banquet booths on the bottom floor, stairs that descended from the doors so you could scope out whoever came in, and sky boxes on the second floor that looked out over the dance floor. Sky boxes were reserved for VIPs like us, so that’s where we were hanging out tonight, just like all the other nights we came here.

  I leaned on the chrome railing and looked out over the crowd with a glass of expensive whiskey in my hand. The music throbbed like a racing pulse, and bodies writhed to the beat. The air smelled of sweat and lust, an intoxicating combination.

  “Man, it’s good to kick back,” Brian said, splayed out on one of the white leather couches. “I swear that last game fucked me up. I’m aching all over.”

  “Is your face hurting?” I couldn’t help the smirk lifting my lip. I loved dicking around with Brian. He was too easy sometimes.

  “Fuck you too.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “My face is not hurting, and it’s not killing you. All these women around here are looking at me, idiot. You know this.”

  I shrugged and sipped my whiskey. He was an idiot, but I would keep him around. I turned a little as my back ached. He was bent over thanks to the last game; I was just sore from a shitty night of sleep.

  Getting hurt in the game was an occupational hazard. Brian McMurry was the Running Back for the Sharks. He was good at what he did and a fan favorite. He was also my best friend. We had played for the Hurricanes together before we’d been selected for the team, and if there was anyone I would turn to in a crisis, it was Brian.

  “How long until you’re back in action?” Brian asked. “You must be losing your shit not playing for so long.”

  I nodded. “Losing my shit” was an accurate description. Not playing drove me crazy, but I had to deal with it. Life was all about the choices you made.

  “Two more games,” I said, rolling my shoulders. “Then I’m back.”

  I turned toward Brian and sat down, too. Brian sipped a glass of soda water like a teeto
taler. He had training in the morning. The Sharks started at six, and we had to “Focus-Listen-Learn,” as the signage above the door to the training facility reminded us. It was hard to do that when you had so much alcohol in your system the world spun when you stood still.

  I would know. While I was off, though, I could drink as much as I wanted to, but that wasn’t much of a benefit, considering the serious trouble I was in with the team.

  Being suspended wasn’t a joke. I would rather play and be sober most of the time than wasted and watching my team on television.

  “Thanks for saving my ass,” Brian said. “You know, for taking the fall.”

  I waved my hand dismissively. “Don’t sweat it. Really.”

  Brian nodded, but I could see the tightness in his shoulders. He didn’t want anyone doing anything for him. We were the same in that way.

  “You’re talking to Coach on Wednesday?” he asked.

  I nodded. Wednesday was the day Coach had asked me to come in to talk about my public image. My suspension for driving under the influence had been tacked on to the bottom of a whole list of infractions, mostly to do with women. I had to clean my act up a little if I wanted to show my face in public again.

  I wasn’t looking forward to it. I understood my suspension. I made my choice on that, and I would live with the consequences. But I didn’t want to give up the women. Being with whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted, didn’t affect my game. In fact, I had a theory that the more sexually satisfied I was, the better I played. It was an opinion that Coach didn’t share.

  Coach Rudi Thompson was the kind of man that put everything into his players. The game was as important to us as it was to him. He lived vicariously through us, being unable to play anymore himself.

  “When you talk to Coach, remember where he’s coming from,” Brian said.

  His mind had evidently been on the same train of thought as mine.