Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

I think Julian is crazy

Confront him, Samantha. Don’t let him get away with disrespecting you.

But I don’t want to lose him.

I wasn’t sure I heard him right. I must have heard wrong.

I don’t care! Say something.

“What did you just say?” I asked, trying to sound stern.

“Oh, nothing,” Julian quickly replied. “I meant that you don’t know me either, but then we still get along. Just try to give him a chance.”

“I’m here to babysit Holland, not Aaron. What I feel about him is not important. It really should not be a topic for discussion.”

“Alright, if you say so.”

“I say so,” I said firmly.

The atmosphere became tense. We both went quiet. I focused on eating my food, and he did, too. He stopped trying to make small talk with me.

You have lost him. He will never see you the same again.

Better that than disregard.

I didn’t regret standing up to him, but I was not too fond of the fact that the first time we quarreled, it was because of Aaron. I just didn’t like him.

“I’ve been willing to ask. What would I do as Holland’s nanny since Aaron says you should brief me on my duties? You seem to listen to him a lot. So what will I be doing?” I asked, dropping my fork down on the table. I peeked at him from the corner of my eyes, then faced him.

“Oh, nothing much. You will just take her to school in the morning. Teach her after school for an hour, and then that’s it.”

“Then maybe sometimes you can read bedtime stories to her.” He winked at me.

This man wants a live-in whore, not a nanny for his child.

I cleared my throat. “That’s not what a Nanny does. I should be the one to bathe her and clothe her. I should also be the one to feed her, and I should be in charge of everything that has to do with her upkeep. If you need someone to care for her while she’s at her grandma’s, I can do that too.”

“Aaron does that already.”

“But it’s best if Holland has a woman around her doing that. I think I’ll be more helpful.” I said convincingly.

“I enjoy a routine, and I don’t like changes. So let’s just drop the topic.”

“Okay.” I said weakly.

We continued eating our food in silence.

“I just want what’s best for her.” I blurted out, my attention still on my plate.

“She’s not your daughter! She is my Daughter. Mine! I get to decide what’s best for her!” He yelled. “Don’t think because you and I fucked, you somehow have a say on matters concerning my daughter.”

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I looked up at him with tears in my eyes, my heart racing hard.

Why is he suddenly so angry? What did I say wrong?

“It’s not like that at all.”

“And I said drop the goddamn topic!”

A teardrop fell on my cheeks, and with it came rage.

“I’ll be leaving now because it seems you need an extracurricular teacher, not a nanny!” I shouted, getting up. He stood up immediately as I did and held my hands, stopping me from leaving.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. He was hugging me from behind. “I’m so sorry. It’s just that I see Aaron as a brother. He’s such a sweet boy, and I trust him. I’m sorry, please forgive me,” he begged. He spun me around and kissed my forehead. “I’m so sorry for yelling at you.”

“It’s okay. I’m to blame, too. I just, I, I should not be quick to judge people.” I said softly. “I forgive you.”

He hugged me so tight my lungs lost the ability to take in air. “Thank you. Thank you so much. You can do whatever you want, Samantha. Anything!” he begged, breathing heavily.

“It’s fine. Calm down.” I wrapped my hands around him and kissed his neck.

“Calm down, Julian.”

His hands started moving from my waist down to my butt. He kissed my neck and bit it, causing me to moan out. Then he licked the spot.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you on this diner the whole time. You know what else? I want my dick in your mouth so bad.” He whispered.

On the one hand, I was so fucking turned on, and on the other, I felt humiliated by him. What does he take me for? A whore?

“Julian, please stop it. That’s enough.” As I begged, his hands were already finding their way into my gown.