The Billionaire's Nanny

42

It was my day off. As if on cue, Mia had come in early that morning, even before I dragged my sad self out of bed and she offered to take care of the kids while I got some free time to myself. If she was worried about my puffy eyes and red nose, she did not show it, but I knew she was only trying to be understanding by not bombarding me with questions. That I was thankful for. 

I was lucky enough to have missed Lucas this morning, I could not trust myself to not break down into tears at the sight of him after last night. Just the thought of how he had called me her name, and I was sobbing like a broken tap again. It hurt, and even more so because I hardly ever f*****g cried and much less over an asshole like Lucas. 

Yet you love him

The thought was even more infuriating.

With a lot of effort and reluctance, I got ready to drive to the other side of town. I needed a shoulder to flood with my tears, and as fond, as I had grown of Mia and Lilian, there was only one pair of shoulders I knew I could always lean on. 

My best friend. 

"We look like s**t," Celine forced a laugh as she opened her front door after I rang the doorbell once. I felt like s**t when I saw myself in the mirror this morning, and seeing her right now made me feel like I was looking into another mirror. Eyes red, puffy, and swollen, lips dry, and hair flying all over the place. She wiped her running nose with the long hem of the pajamas she had on and gave me a smile that did not reach her eyes. 

"Good thing I have ice cream," I raised the bucket of ben and jerry's I had gotten on my way here. 

"I missed you so much," she sobbed, wrapping her hands around me in a hug. Suddenly I no longer felt like burdening her with my own men problems seeing as her face was already red from crying over what I could presume to be men issues too. 

I let my purse fall to the ground, holding her up and letting her soak my dress in her tears, "hey it's okay," I said rubbing her back and trying to hold back from crying too. 

"No it's not," she muffled into my shoulder. Just like me, Celine never cried. Growing up, the only thing that managed to penetrate hard enough to make her shed a tear was seeing me in trouble, but the fact that she was here sobbing for minutes on my shoulder right at her front door was enough to let me know that whatever had happened had splintered her heart. 

"Wanna tell me what happened?" I led us inside and kicked the door shut with my leg. We sat on the long couch in her living room, and I found myself trying all my best card to offer her consolation, a very sharp contrast to the reason I had come, to be consoled. 

We were both really f****d. 

"I'm sorry," she said minutes later, and wiped her eyes, slowly regaining her composure. "I just..." she trailed off as fresh tears built in her eyes. 

"I think I should no have brought the ice cream along," I chuckled, wiping off my tears and hers, "they seem to only trigger these stupid tears." 

"But we'll eat it either way," she laughed.

"f**k yeah," I made my way to the kitchen and took out two spoons, with the bucket of ice cream. 

"I said bring ice cream not come on a suicide mission," Celine said giving me an amused look, with her brows raised at the 4.5 liters of diabetes wielded between my abdomen and arm.  

I plopped down on the couch next to her, "Good thing my heart is splintered enough to have two of this in me," I dropped it between us and broke the lid open. 

"What happened" she chuckled taking her own spoon and digging in with me. 

I took a spoon full and shoved it in my mouth, squeaking and wincing at the way my brain froze, Celine followed too, "I asked first." I wagged my spoon in her face.  

She snorted lightly but did not speak further. I knew better than to push it when she was in her silent mood, thankfully, we had lots of ice cream to talk things over. We dug into the bowl, each of us wincing and clutching our heads at the intense way our heads ached with each bite. 

"I give up," I said first after taking only a few bites. 

"Remind me again how you were going to have two of this if you're quitting so quickly." she laughed humorlessly.

"I wasn't," I admitted, crossing my ankles on the couch, "what happened with Alexander?" 

"He's getting married," she blurted, shoving a large spoon of ice cream on her mouth. That thought did not stop the way her lips quivered on the verge of tears. 

"Such an ass," I frowned. 

"Well, I'm clearly not the only one with an asshole in their life," 

I took my spoon again and shoved some down my mouth again, "I broke up with Lucas," I said looking down at the bowl in my hands as the scene replayed in my mind. 

"What?" she turned to me, surprised. "but I really like you two together." 

"I loved him right until the point he called me Sarah," I flashed her a smile, barely holding my tears before they streaked down my cheeks freely. 

"He did what now?" 

I did not bother giving her the details of how things had gone, she might be in one of her bad days now, but I did not put it past Celine to march to Lucas and make him pay for hurting me the moment she felt better. "Tell me what happened with Alex," I asked, diverting the topic. 

"His parents called," she said almost sobbing too, "he's getting married to some German supermodel in two months," she heaved a pained sigh, "I feel like I missed so much in the few weeks I was gone, and what am I hearing about this Sarah bitch." 

"What I do know is she's back, and she's successfully taking Lucas away from me," my lips curled into a sneer, reflecting the pain and anger weighing in my heart, "at this point, I know I never really had him," 

"I always hated that b***h," Celine fumed, hands curling into a tight fist. 

"She's not even here yet and she's already threatening what we had," I cried, "it was just best to end it, my poor heart could not take any more hurt." I shoved another spoon into my mouth, this time already acquainted with the brain freeze, "remind me never to fall in love again," 

"And remind me to give Lucas a tight punch when I see him next," she shifted closer and wrapped her arms around me, resting her forehead against mine. "I'm so sorry I was not here for you sooner bess," 

"It's fine," I said not bothering to hold back the tears that fell freely, "I am grateful that she ended what was not even meant to be in the first place." saying the words out loud hurt like hell, but it was the truth. 

"I don't think that's true Chris," she pulled back a little to look at me, "you cannot give him back to her just like that without a fight, you worked hard to get to the stage you stand with Lucas now." 

I chuckled humorlessly, chewing on my lips as flashes of that room came flooding back to me, "I can not fight for someone that does not need me to fight for them,"

"Lucas said that?!" 

"No," I wiped my eyes slowly, "but I think actions speak louder." 

"Oh...Bess," her eyes watered and I wondered if it was out of her own problems or the hurt she usually felt from seeing my cry. "I hate seeing you this way," 

"What are you going to do about Alex?" I asked, feeling selfish about overshadowing her problems with mine. 

"f**k him," she said drily.

"But you loved him," I turned to look at her. 

"And f**k that too," she said even more bluntly this time. 

"Did you at least talk to him to know where he stands in all of that?" 

"I don't have to," she said, doing a better job at hiding her emotions now, "and in fact," she got to her feet, "we do not have to sit here, crying our eyes out over some f*****g assholes that think it's just okay to play with our emotions. 

"I cannot think of anything else I want to do," I said flatly, shoving more ice cream in my mouth. 

"Well you better make room in your stomach, because I for one can think of a whole lot of better ways to forget about those dickheads." she grabbed my arm, dropping the ice cream that we had barely eaten on the table and pulling me towards her bedroom. 

"Well technically, I cannot forget Lucas, I work for him and I see him every day," I said trying to maintain my balance as she pulled me along. 

She released my arm when we entered her room and dove into her closet. "Doesn't matter," she said holding out a black mini dress. 

"There's no way in hell I'm wearing that," I said eyeing the dress suspiciously. 

"Oh yes, you are darling, because we are going to parteee!!!" 

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It did not take too long to find a place to parteee as Celine called it. After spending almost two hours getting ready I almost did not recognize myself in the car mirror as we made the drive to the 24/7 bar somewhere downtown, a 10-minute drive from Celine's house. 

The only problem I had was with the dress I had on. There was nothing wrong with it per se if you took out the part where it made me look like a slut. Celine though was more focused on the part where Lucas would be completely pissed to see me in it.

"You look fabulous," she said as I tried to push my spilling breast back into the tiny fabric reserved for it. 

"Lucas would hate, it," I frowned. 

"And we give a f**k because?" she quirked her brows. "if he still has his mind wrapped up in that little b***h's cunt, then it's your duty to make him see what he's lost." 

Oh well, she had a point. I did not owe him any explanations on what I wore if he did not do so much as care about my feelings. 

"Pull over here," she said pointing towards a free parking space outside the club booming with music from the inside. After parking in a safe spot, she took my hand, leading me into the club with more enthusiasm than I would have expected to have after a breakup. 

"Now tell me," she said after we took a seat behind one of the booths, waiting for our second round of drinks to arrive, it had been more than one hour since we arrived and we had spent most of that time engaging in seemingly harmless gossip and giggling girlishly. "which one of these dudes do you want to f**k first?" 

"Celine!" I swatted her arm. 

"What?" she shrugged, "they are all handsome," she said bringing my attention to the men lined up at the bar. She was not lying, and I would not have minded going home with one of them, except as I looked at each of them, the only person I could see was Lucas. His beautiful, perfect face. 

"Nuh-uh," Celine said snapping her fingers in my face and bringing my mind back to the present. "You do not get to think about him now, not when you have so many horny dudes lined just waiting for you to give a wink." 

I opened my mouth to speak but waited as the waiter came back with our order of drinks. "How exactly do you know they're horny?" 

She rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her drink, "I have instincts sweetheart, instincts." 

"Why do I have a feeling you already got over Alexander," I said drily. 

She stiffened immediately I mentioned his name, but that was the only indication that she was still thinking of him. "The ice cream worked much better for me," she shrugged. 

"Liar."

"Believe it or not, I let go of whatever feelings I had for Lex days ago," 

"I was hoping otherwise," a deep unfamiliar voice said from above us. 

Celine and I turned at the same time to see a tall figure hovering above our table. I could not recognize him with the dim neon lights flashing inside the bar, but I knew he was not familiar. He reminded me of Lucas in more ways than one. Apart from their similarities in body build, for some reason, his aura screamed power and asshole. 

"Excuse me?" I asked, tilting my head as I wondered who he was and what he possibly wanted from us. 

"You must be Christine," he said, stretching his hand towards me, "I have heard a whole lot about you."

I eyed his outstretched hand suspiciously and took the chance to look at Celine. Her eyes were wide in shock, and her straw hung between her lips and her hand, with her mouth hanging loose. "What the hell are you doing here?" 

"Alexander?" I asked as realization hit me. 

"Ah I see that my reputation has very well preceded me," he chuckled, retracting his hand. "We need to talk baby," he said looking back at Celine. 

"Do not call me that," she snapped and shoved her drink in her mouth. 

"We need to talk," he said in a calmer tone. 

"We do not have anything to talk about," she turned to me, "come on, drink quickly bess, we owe the dance floor some moves." 

"Celine," he tried again, but this time I glared at him. 

"She does not want to talk," I snapped, feeling the need to defend her. 

He gave an annoyed huff but smiled anyway. His voice dropped lower as he leaned into her, but I could hear him well enough. "I need to talk to you, and I'm not asking. Meet me outside in five and if you don't I do not mind bringing you out myself, you know no one can stop me if I decide to." 

Her breath hitched up as he growled into her ear, but she did not do so much as look at him. He had a smug grin on his face when he straightened. "Miss Christine, it was a pleasure finally meeting you, although I apologize for our very unconventional meeting,"

"It's not needed," I raised a hand to stop him, "also she's not coming,"

He opened his mouth to speak but instead covered it with a smirk. Asshole. "Enjoy the rest of your evening."

"What was that?" I asked the moment he was out of earshot. 

"That was Alexander," she said flatly, taking a long sip. 

"He's a f*****g asshole," I cried. 

"Tell me something I do not know," she downed the rest of her drink, "I need to see him and speak to him." 

"No way," my eyes widened as I tried to see if she was still the same Celine of five minutes ago, "Where's the "f**k him and f**k that," Celine of a few hours ago?" 

"Trust me she was long gone the moment he walked in,"

"Okay, I'm lost right now," 

"I'll fill you in later," she said getting to her feet, "I have to go, will you be fine."

"That dude gives me the Murderer vibes," I got to my feet too, taking her hand in mine. "are you sure you'll be fine?"

"Alexander will not hurt me," she said without an iota of doubt and gave me a tight hug. "don't drink too much you have to drive home," 

I sighed in defeat, giving her a brief look, "Call me the moment you can, I will call the cops if you don't," I shot her a sharp look.

"I will, I love you so much,"

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I could not have been more thankful for Celine persuading me to go out with her. She might have left early, but it was a welcome suggestion to help lift my mind off everything that had been bothering me all day. I was so lost in my time there, that I completely lost track of time until Celine shot me a text sometime after midnight that she was going home with Alexander. 

After expressing my joy and apprehension that they were getting back together, I made my way back home finally deciding to call it a day and go back home to my demons. 

I pulled into the garage thankful that I had taken my best friend's advice to not drink too much and walked into the living room. I switched on the light to find my way to the elevator but jumped in surprise at the sight of Lucas sitting on the couch. 

"Where the hell have you been?"