His Daughter's Crazy Nanny

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e. I don't know what I wo

and watched Cassandra c

ng a hand. "Consider this you cash

but at this point in our lives, it seems like she's the only one who has her shit figure

ella from my arms. Then, without a word, she takes the

ll take care of her. You j

hreatening. I lean forward and hug her

you s

me, I swear I'll hit you with my

mirk and bolt out the door before she

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a mile away, and I'm in heels-like an idiot. I walk a few blocks away from Cassie'

out, so I sit on the curb a

as fifteen to being bounced around different foster homes. The only re

ally free. Finally ready to live the

ked him, and in hindsight, I should've listened. But I w

places clothes could cover-he didn't want his friend, my

ed. Said I should be easier to live with. It took me a while, but I finally realiz

grow up watching her father beat her mother. I left three years after

granted it. He was ordered to pay child support, but honestly, I wa

ing ways to ruin me. Tonight was the last straw. I got home from

No warning. But

it wa

t that bastard take my job. Not when I've

guaranteed to be. I'll make him understand exactl

ulls up. I

ing, miss.

late forties, with soft creases

ing, sir.

ay anything, but I feel the judgment radiating from him. Everyon

him an explanation-and I'm going to need

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an there's noth

rs, and I hat

h in his private suite, flanked by two women who coul

kage. I just don't require your services anymore. Unless, of course..." he leans f

giggle, all breath and

is all because of

. "That man's a close friend.

he did to me? What

ll his glass and starts kissing the

and and hurl it at the wall. Glass shatters. He jum

voice low and shaking.

l and walk out, slamm

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e as I push through the crowd. I stumbl

gives me a c

colate vodk

t move. J

you looking a

"I'm sorry, miss, bu

want is a drink. I'll be out

me, and I fo

s a man who looks like a

a firm chest. Rolled sleeves revealing veined, sculpted forearms. H

reserved the entire bar. Everyone kn

around him is empty. The club may be full,

shitty day. How muc

now reserving the entire bar makes no sense? Where are poor,

en look up. D

and shove his shoulder

meet mine-cool, silver, u

at, then glances at the

hat, he goes ba

der sets the drink

own it in one gulp and

nd, I reach for

nder. "I'm paying. You we

and ba

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ull it out and alre

own

ur life a living hel

spine. Then I slide the phone back into my

tarts spinning. I pull out my card

worry. He already paid. Do

y gaze back to the

ou think I'm too pathetic t

no res

me off more

Grabbing the bar to steady myself, I stum

and turn his h

onis doesn't give you the right to act l

ys no

s shoulders, and before I know

of you is trash. But you..." I rest my head on his

ss clo

bartender's horrified expres