Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Before she could take her clothes off in my mind, I had come hard and fast, my body convulsing with intense need, my cum shooting out of me violently.
It was silent outside my door. I wiped myself with some tissue paper, scrambled out of bed, and made a beeline for the bathroom. Chucking the tissue into the toilet, I stood at the bathroom sink and looked at myself in the mirror. There was something different about me. My eyes looked almost haunted. It looked the way I felt—restless and dissatisfied. The hunger for her was like a disease eating me up from the inside.
“Fuck, this is getting worse,” I swore angrily.“Don't fuck the fucking nanny. Is that so hard?”
I thought I could purge her out of my system by masturbating, but that was just making it worse. I turned on the tap with a vicious movement. In the shower, brushing my teeth, shaving and brushing my hair, I thought about her. Her damn humming kept playing in the back of my mind. Like it was on a fucking loop.
I grabbed my things and headed downstairs for a quick cup of coffee. It had already brewed and filled the house with its aroma when I walked into the kitchen.
Hannah glanced at me then her eyes darted away quickly. "Morning," she said quietly. It was clear she wasn’t happy about what happened last night either.
"Morning," I grunted out.
Usually, she smiled at me every morning and we'd chat a little before work. Today, she was closed off and she busied herself by taking out activities that she'd planned to do with Annie and laying them on the table.
I took a gulp of my coffee and burned my tongue, which made my temper even fouler.
"Anything I should know for today?" she asked without looking at me. "Appointments?"
"No," I answered shortly, putting my cup on the counter.
I felt her eyes on me as I headed out of the kitchen. There was nothing else to be said between us. She knew how to look after Annie and if she needed anything, she could text me. If she felt too pissed about the night before, she'd quit and that would be the end of that. Maybe that would be a good thing. It would stop the torture for me.
It wouldn’t be the best thing for Annie though.
Chapter Fifteen
Hannah
Oh, my God! I knew it would end up being weird.
I watched Christian's retreating back and it told me everything I needed to know. He regretted what we'd done and he was obviously irritated with me. After all, I started it. I hated the feeling in the pit of my stomach. There was no denying it… I cared what he thought and it wasn't going away either.
I shouldn't have fooled around with him.
But I didn't expect Christian to go back to being so cold to me right after we'd gone up in flames like that. I thought about his hands on my body, the feeling of his breath against my skin and his cock pressed up against my body until all I could think about was riding him.
"Morning!"
I snapped out of my daydream so quick, I damn near gave myself whiplash.
Annie stood in the doorway in her PJ's and her bare feet as she snuggled one of her dolls to her chest.
I smiled at her and her face lit up.
"Good morning," I said cheerfully, putting Christian firmly out of my head. "I hope you're ready to have a lot of fun because I've got games, coloring books, dolls and we're going swimming."
Her mouth dropped open. "We're doing all of that today?"
"Sure are. Let's have a whole day of adventures. Soon, you’ll have to go back to school."
Annie cheered as she ran from the room and back up the stairs.
I grinned and followed her. Annie and stairs were still a source of nervous energy for me. I knew she could walk them and run them, she had many times before, but seeing her land at the bottom of the stairs was still fresh in my mind.
I helped her find an outfit for the day. She decided on a pair of soft, peach shorts and a white tank top with Princess emblazoned across the chest. Then I brushed her hair, braided it into a French braid so she would really look like a Princess. Once we fished out her swimsuit, we headed downstairs for breakfast and games until the sun had time to warm up the day.
Thankfully, Annie seemed to have completely forgotten the traumatic events of the day before. She was in a talking mood and hardly stopped to even take a breath.
I stared at her in amazement. She was like a different child and it seemed strange to me that simply falling had made all the difference. There had to be more, but I couldn’t figure out what.