The Nanny and the Beast: An Alpha Billionaire Romance

by Carter Blake

  Fear stirs inside of me. Is she fucking leaving me?

  “Don’t do this.”

  “Do what? Be honest? We come from different words. You barely know me, and I hardly know you.”

  “That’s bullshit and you know it. We may not know everything about each other. That takes time. But you know me here.” I grab her hand and place it over my heart. “That’s what matters.”

  “Until when? You find someone else? Or you decide you’re bored with me?” She shakes her head and pulls her hand back. “Or Stacey pushes herself back into your life.”

  “That’s not going to happen.”

  A small, sad smile plays in her lips. “Can you promise me that?”

  I drag my fingers through my hair, trying to find the words that will keep her here. The words that will prove how much I care about her. But my throat constricts. I’ve never been good with romantic fluff.

  “I have to go,” she says quietly, moving past me towards her car.

  “Where?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe get a hotel tonight. Then drive home tomorrow. I can stay with my parents until I get a new job.”

  Tears are streaming from her eyes now. She opens the car door, but I move behind her and slam it shut, then place my palms on the car, trapping her.

  I press up against her back and feel her tremble.

  “You’re not going anywhere. Lily and I need you.”

  “You’ll find another nanny.”

  “Maybe, but I won’t find another you.”

  She turns slightly, so that she’s facing me, and blinks up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks.

  “I love you, Eliana.”

  “You can’t. It’s too soon.” She says, but I can see hope returning to her beautiful face.

  “I can and I do. I think I have since the first morning you walked into my office, demanding I be a better man for my daughter. I needed that.” I grasp her chin between my fingers. “I need you.”

  “What about Stacey? She’s Lily’s mother–”

  “She wants money. Once I pay her off, she’ll be gone. What Lily needs is stability. A mother who loves her. I want you to be that for her.”

  Her eyes go wide. “What are you saying?”

  “Marry me, Eliana.”

  She’s standing there staring up at me, beautiful eyes unblinking, and I’m afraid she’s going to say no.

  “You’re serious?”

  “More serious than I’ve ever been.”

  She starts to cry again, but this time her arms wrap around my neck and she starts kissing me.

  “Is that a yes?” I ask, burying my fingers in her hair.

  “Yes.” She kiss me again. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  “Then I suggest we go one very lucky girl that her biggest wish just came true.”

  Epilogue

  Lucas

  Eliana’s fingers curl in my hair when I lower my mouth to her breast, sucking and teasing the taut nipple, and I feel her whole body tremble.

  I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how responsive she is to my touch.

  We made our promise legal last week, and have spent the last six days locked in each others arms at my beach house. She’s begged me to move here, and I just might. At least for part of the year.

  I’ve handed over the reins of my company to people I can trust. I’ll still be a big part of it. But I’ve made a commitment to Eliana and Lily to only work when I have to.

  Lily is with my mom now. She never knew that Stacey came back. Once I gave the woman the money she wanted, she disappeared again.

  I hate that she cares so little for her daughter, but Eliana has more than compensated for what that woman couldn’t provide.

  Eliana healed us both.

  “I love you,” Eliana moans, arching her back.

  Those three words have never meant so much as they do now.

  I crawl up her body and capture her lips.

  Her hands are in my hair, on my body.

  I groan, shifting my weight onto my arms so that I can look at her.

  She places her palms on my face, and stares intently with an unreadable expression.

  “God, I love you. I can’t live without you. I don’t know how I ever did up until now.” I nuzzle into her neck, kissing her earlobe, her jaw, her mouth.

  “You don’t have to. Now make love to me,” she says, her hands skating down my chest.

  When I slide inside her, she moans into my mouth.

  We devour each other. That’s what it’s like being with her. Everything is real. Powerful. Soul consuming.

  What starts out as soft, slow, and steady, soon turns into a hard, wild, frantic rhythm. This is bliss.

  The smell of her.

  The taste of her.

  I thrust deeper, moaning at the feeling of being buried deep inside of her.

  Her legs latch around my hips, and she arches wildly against me, her muscles tightening, convulsing as she cries out with her orgasm.

  I can’t hold back. My release explodes through me so hard I swear I see fireworks detonate before my eyes. I collapse on top of her, unable to move, not willing to let her go, loving the feel of her sweaty skin against mine.

  “I have something to tell you,” she says softly, a hint of insecurity in her voice.

  I push up slightly, holding her gaze. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, I hope.” She bites her bottom lip, fingers playing with my hair.

  “Eliana?” I growl out. Concern tightening my chest. “Tell me.”

  “I’m pregnant.”

  I stare at her, unsure if I’ve heard her correctly.

  “Are you upset?” Her brows draw down.

  “God, no.” Tightening my arms around her,

  “I didn’t want to tell you until I know for sure.”

  I kiss her hard. Happiness exploding in every cell of my body.

  This is what life is all about.

  Her.

  Lily.

  The life we created.

  Our family.

  I never knew what family meant until she showed me. I may be worth billions, but it’s Eliana that finally made me feel like a rich man.

  About the Author

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  Say You’ll Be Mine

  By Carter Blake

  Copyright (C) 2016 Carter Blake

  All Rights Reserved

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  Description

  Wesley

  I love a challenge. And my curvaceous little PR rep is definitely that. I hired her because she was the best candidate for the job, but her skill sets aren’t her only appealing attributes. She’s drop dead gorgeous, and I want her, which makes it difficult for me to keep my work and private life separate. But when Naomi sends me some very dirty pictures of herself, I just can’t turn the opportunity down. Naomi will be mine!

  Naomi

  He doesn’t know who I am, but I know exactly who Wesley Montgomery is. The arrogant, playboy billionaire whose family destroyed my father. My whole life I've prepared to take back what’s mine from him, but now all I can think about is how I want to be taken by him. Revenge comes at a cost. But the clo
ser I get to my sexy boss, the more I start to realize that cost may just be my heart.

  Chapter One

  Naomi

  The day has finally arrived. The biggest day of my life. Because today I’m going to interview for a position as the head of PR for Future Pharmaceuticals, and I absolutely have to get it. Cause, if I don’t, if I manage to fuck it up, then all my plans, everything I’ve worked so hard for, will be flushed right down the toilet, along with any hope of revenge.

  That can’t happen. Everything depends on it.

  Future Pharmaceuticals is really my father’s company – or at least, he helped co found it – and he really should be there now, helping it grow into an even more successful enterprise. It isn’t fair that he got pushed out because of some petty argument over a woman.

  That’s something that I’ve never been able to let go of. Because I saw how much it destroyed him. Watched as my father sunk deeper and deeper into depression over the years.

  I hate the people who did that to him. Made him into the shell of the man he once was.

  I’ve always planned on taking things into my own hands. Making amends for what those people did to him.

  Now the day has arrived. I’m twenty-four years old, a graduate of Berkeley, and I have more qualifications then ninety percent of people who have been working ten years longer than me.

  It may sound arrogant, but I’ve worked my ass off to accomplish this one task.

  I glance at my reflection in the mirror, smoothing down my long, dark hair once more. I’m dressed in a way that’s professional, with a blazer and a pencil skirt, but also that’s provocative, just to ensure that I get the job.

  I’ve heard that John Montgomery – the man that pushed my Dad out of the business – has a son, Wesley, who now runs the place.

  Rumor is, the guy is something of a playboy, the sort who will do anything for a nice set of breasts. Which is why I have my shirt unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of my cleavage.

  I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to get this job, even if it means flirting with the enemy.

  “Right, Naomi,” I mutter to my reflection. “You can do this.”

  All I need to do is nail the interview.

  To say that Future Pharmaceuticals is tough to get into is an understatement, it’s damn near impossible. That’s why I can’t waste this opportunity. Because I don’t know if I’ll ever get another one.

  My palms are sweaty, and my fingers shake, betraying my nerves.

  I pick up my cell and dial my Dad, needing his advice, a few words of encouragement, before I go there.

  He knows the environment much better than I do, and I need his reassurance that I can do it.

  I have confidence in myself…mostly.

  “Hi, sweetheart,” he says when he answers, his voice tired and drained. It’s taken some convincing to get him onboard with my plan. I know he’s worried that I’m going to endanger myself in the process.

  “I’m just getting ready for my interview,” I tell him, glancing in the mirror once more, trying to rid my expression of any anxiety. “Do you have any advice for me?”

  “Just be yourself,” he replies, a tightness to his voice. “I’m sure that Wesley will adore you.” He grunts, then adds, “Just watch yourself with that one. If he’s anything like his father–”

  “I know, Dad.” I roll my eyes, slightly annoyed that he’s giving me nothing, but understanding all the same.

  If he’s worried that I’m about to fall for the charms of some idiotic playboy, he’s dead wrong. I’m a smart woman, not the sort of bimbo that I’m sure Wesley Montgomery is used to.

  Resisting will be easy.

  Because I know my ultimate goal.

  My Dad is the most important person in my life, and I’ll do everything and anything to make the people who hurt him pay.

  The two of us are close. We always have been. He had to raise me alone after my Mom died, and because of that I’ve always adored him, looked up to him like he’s the best person alive. Which he is.

  I want to make his life better, to make him happy. The way he always did me. And I’ve worked for that ever since he told me what John Montgomery did to him. My Dad is a good man, he didn’t deserve any of what happened to him, and now I’m going to ensure that his work wasn’t in vein.

  My goal is simple.

  Get into Future Pharmaceuticals and take back the formula that the Montgomery’s stole from my father.

  By the time my car pulls up outside the very white, pristine, glass covered building, I’m ready for what I’m about to do – kill this interview, no matter the cost.

  I slip my heels on and walk confidently into the reception area, acting like I belong, knowing that what I really need to do is fake it until I make it. I need to act like I’m the most important person in the room, to make others believe it. Luckily, because I have such great shoes on, they clacker loudly on the floor, creating such a noise that everyone turns to look at me. I hold my head high, push my shoulders back, and glance around, drinking everything in.

  All of this…it should be my Dad’s…it isn’t fair that it was taken away.

  I hate that my father lost everything he worked so hard for, and then lost my Mom too. Sure, he’s always had me, but that can never be enough, not for anyone.

  “My name is Naomi Hayes,” I tell the receptionist, using my mother’s surname, so that no one can track me back to my Dad. He might have been written out of the history of the place, but it wouldn’t take someone long to find out about him. “I’m here for the interview for the PR position.”

  She shakes her bleach blonde head at me, and indicates to a seating area where there are already a whole selection of professional looking men and women waiting.

  My heart starts to pound heavily in anticipation, but I don’t allow the nerves to creep back in.

  It doesn’t matter how good they are, I need to be better. I might even need to go further than I originally planned to get this job, but I’ll do it.

  Now that I’m inside, I’m even more determined to see this through.

  Just do this. Whatever you need to do, just get it done.

  ***

  The interviewing process is intense, worse than I ever thought possible, and it leaves me emotionally exhausted as the end of the day arrives.

  Not only have I had to be interviewed by many different people on separate aspects of my knowledge, qualifications, and experience, I’ve also had to complete a set of tasks to prove that I can do the job. It started off as making a simple press release, and ended up as explaining a full public relations campaign for a new pharmaceutical launch.

  It’s absolutely crazy, utterly draining, and I’m starting to fear that I might not be able to do it after all. Sure, I’m still standing, whereas a lot of people have been sent home, but I’m still not sure that I have what it takes. A lot of the candidates are much more qualified than I am.

  “Okay,” the receptionist smiles at us all in turn. “Now it’s just the last part of the interview process. The boss, who I’m sure you all know, Wesley Montgomery, would like to speak to you all.”

  This is it, I think to myself, with my heart racing with excitement. This is my moment. I have to shine here, it’s absolutely essential.

  But as I look around at the other women who are left over, I still don’t know that I have it in me. They are all stunning, probably more overtly sexy than I am, and I’m scared that this idiot and his wandering eye will pick one of them over me.

  There’s a cute little red head with huge boobs, and a tall, skinny blonde that has picture perfect features. Montgomery’s eye could easily fall on either one of them, and then I’m screwed. Or they are – in the literal sense.

  Confidence, Naomi, I remind myself, straightening my back. I’m an attractive, highly qualified woman. There’s no reason he won’t pick me.

  “If you would like to take a seat, he will be here shortly,” The woman says before turning and walking o
ut of the room.

  We sit in silence, none of us making any eye contact, as we wait the agonizing time for him to arrive.

  I start to get the impression that he’s trying to make an entrance, to intimidate us even further, which is confirmed as we start to hear the distinct sound of the helicopter above us.

  “Is that him?” someone asks in shock. “Is he serious? He’s come in on a helicopter, that’s…crazy!”

  The sad thing is she actually looks excited about it. I feel forced to roll my eyes at her stupidity, before standing up and excusing myself to go to the restroom. I just need a break from all of this, just to gather my thoughts, to get myself together before facing what will make or break me.

  Once I’m inside, door shut behind me, I glance at my reflection. Under the very harsh lighting, I look pale and drained. I pinch my cheeks and try to steel my expression. The last thing I need to do right now is reveal how utterly terrified I am, how desperate I am for this job, because as soon as this Wesley character senses that, I’ll be pushed right to the back of the queue.

  I pull out my phone and for the hundredth time, search his name online, just wanting to remind myself of his face.

  There’s no denying that he’s a good looking guy, with his tanned skin, dark hair and dark eyes, but I can barely see any of that. All I can see is hate.

  I despise his family for what they’ve done to mine, and that’s all it’ll ever be. No dimples or amazing cheekbones will be able to detract me from that. He can look like whatever he wants, he’s still part of the conspiracy to ruin my Dad’s life.

  Okay, so Wesley might not have been born at the time, just like me, but he must know some of it. He has to be aware of it, especially now that he’s in charge.

  Of course, I would much prefer to be getting my revenge on John, the man who actually did this, but he passed away a few years ago before I was ready to get involved with the company. There isn’t anything I can do about that. If I’d known that he was going to get cancer – the only thing his company hasn’t managed to find a drug for yet – then maybe I would have done things differently, but it doesn’t matter now. The time is here.