Chapter 12
Hilary Moretti.
Tuesday.
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When I took Annalisa into the kitchen, I decided to make her some porridge. I noticed that she liked to talk a lot, but sometimes she stopped, as if she was afraid she was disturbing me. But when she saw that I wasn’t bothering her, she started talking non–stop about school, animals, food and even her father. How nice a father he is, that he fills her with toys, and that her uncle Maximus used to play horse with her. “I just listened to her talk; after she stopped, I asked her various questions, I didn’t want her to think that I wasn’t
interested in her affairs.
After she’d finished her porridge, I gave her a glass of juice. It took her a long time to finish it because she kept talking. I didn’t even mind, because I know that children of this age tend to talk a lot, and that’s very important to them. Children know when they’re being listened to or not. I made a few jokes with her to make her laugh. I’m already in love with this girl. She’s so sweet and cute; I really
wanted to kiss her, but I held back.
I was so distracted by little Annalisa that I hadn’t even noticed the two male figures standing at the entrance to the kitchen. “When I did notice, my heart just burst out of my mouth from shock.
Holy shit! It’s them! Oh my God!
We meet again, Miss Runaway.
Fuck! I had sex with my bosses!!! I had sex with the Russian gentlemen, the most famous men in Italy.
“I’m surprised to hear that you’re my beautiful daughter’s new nanny.
I swallowed it dry. I was so nervous that I never imagined we’d meet again. Furthermore, I thought we would never meet. Why does fate have to play games with me like this? But I can’t take my eyes off their bodies; they’re wearing such casual clothes that make them look even more beautiful. Damn, I’m remembering that night.
Did you like what you saw, baby? Mr. Maximus asked with that wicked smile on his lips.
“A“Ah… I… “I couldn’t answer for how surprised I was.
Welcome.” He said, smiling, and then approached his niece. ” We hope you feel very comforted.
No, I’m not feeling comfortable.
Yes, we want you to feel at home. You’ll be looking after my daughter, and we’ll do our best to make you feel at home.
As if I trusted their words, they seemed to want to punish me for running away.
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Chapter 12
Hello, my princess. “Dominic approached his daughter.
It’s so strange to know their names now; I mean, it’s even stranger to know that I almost had sex with my bosses! Oral sex and masturbation are considered sex, even without penetration. And I had sex with my bosses. Oh, my God.
..
Hi, Daddy. “I see him take his daughter on his lap and kiss her.
How are you?
“I’m fine, Dad. Lary is a great person. “I was embarrassed to have the attention on me once again.
“Lary?” Mr. Maximus asked, raising an eyebrow, making him look very sexy.
Calm down, Hilary. Take a deep breath. They’re your bosses.
“Ah… My name is Hilary… Since she couldn’t pronounce it, I told her to call me Lary. ” I answered very nervously, but I’m grateful I
didn’t stutter.
“So our dear runaway is called Hilary. That’s a nice name.” Mr. Dominic replied, making me very embarrassed, and I quickly ducked my
head.
I can’t believe they’re calling me a runaway; it’s very embarrassing.
Our mother told us that as soon as we got here, you could organize your suitcase. You can go; we’ll stay here with her.” She agreed quickly. I want to get out of here as soon as possible.
Thank you. “I ran past them.
I can’t believe I have to work with the daughter of the man who was sucking me off at dawn. I should have watched the newspapers; if I had known what they were like, then I wouldn’t have had to go through all this embarrassment. And the fucked–up thing is that my mind can’t stop remembering their touches. The way they treated me was so good; I’ve never been treated like that. They could have any woman at their feet; why are they lusting after me so much? Oh, I’m going to freak out. I’m already freaking out. How am I going to act
normally now?
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
