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Not Part Of His Plan Seventeen
As soon as Ruby walked out of her room later that evening, she locked her gaze on Cameron. He must have arrived from his parents where he went to pick up his children. His piercing blue eyes looked as if they were looking into her soul. “Good evening, sir. You've arrived.” She said. “Yes, obviously.” He replied, his voice cold. "Davey said you made dinner for everyone. You didn't have to.” Why was he always so cold to her, she wanted to ask him, but she smiled and nodded. "I know that. I wanted to.” “I usually make dinner for my kids or order in for them, but the latter had been what we do lately. It's been ages since they had a home-cooked meal if you don't count the occasional oatmeal.” He said. Wow, that wasn't a healthy habit, especially for kids. "It's fine. I can do that now.” She said. She wasn't going to be paid for being their cook, but it was the least she could do to make up for being paid eighty-five dollars an hour. “We’ll talk about you getting an increase later.”
Not Part Of His Plan Eighteen
Cameron lay in bed that night staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom, thinking about Ruby. She was just only three bedrooms away, about fifty feet down the hall wondering what she was up to. She was probably asleep and not awake like he was unable to sleep. He wondered how she looked while she slept, what she loved to wear to bed; whether she was the type that went naked to bed or the one that went fully clothed. He also wondered if he loved her room, the room he had designed originally for his late wife before she abandoned it. Aside from the furniture in the room, everything else was shiny, the green paint on the wall making it look like a forest come alive, and with the curtains and wallpaper that was on one wall of the room, everything from a Victorian décor magazine, one that was fit for a princess, and not a nanny. But, he knew that she deserved to sleep there. She was amazing with his kids and they loved her from what he could tell. She was a really hard worker, and he kne
Not Part Of His Plan Nineteen
The sounds of happy children playing and shouting somewhere in the house woke Cameron up. It was the weekend and he had planned to sleep in a few hours longer than his usual six o’clock, but he must have slept even longer because now, the sunlight was in his room. He opened his eyes slowly, turning to look at the clock that was on his bedside table. It was ten o’clock in the morning. “Oh, shit!” he whispered. He must have slept so much because of what happened last night, with him in the shower, with his hand around himself and Ruby in his head doing things to him. He had released so hard as he had never done before, even with a woman. “Damn her!” he said as he stood up from his bed and walked to the bathroom. As fast as he could, he had his bath, knowing his children would probably be waiting to eat breakfast with him. They always do that together every Saturday morning like this one. Ten minutes later, he was dressed in a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He walked out of his room a
Not Part Of His Plan Twenty
Oh, fuck! Why was everything she said sounding so sexual? He didn't want her squeezed juice, but he would like something else to squeeze all right. He would like to fit her breasts in his hands and squeeze them gently. He would like to put his mouth to her nipples and bite them softly, but he knew he couldn't. Luckily, the costume left a glittery trail of some of the material on her chest. Without thinking, he moved closer to her, breaching the space between them. "You really should stop acting like a child and start acting your age.” He said an excuse for her to be distracted, and he started to pick the glittery stuff off her chest, acting like it wasn't a big deal. He continued as she stood there looking down at herself and frowning up at her. She was dumbfounded, he could tell, that he was touching her and acting so nonchalant about it. Although he was shaking like a leaf inside, he put up a brave face outside. His hand soon reached where the top started and he looked up at her
Not Part Of His Plan Twenty One
Smiling mentally, but squinting his eyes at her outwardly, Cameron thought. "Oh, right you little seductive woman. Wouldn't you like for me to take whatever I want from you?” Damn this woman. She was seducing him without even trying, her breathing itself arousing her. Why in the world had she brought him a coffee when he told her that he was interested? What was she hoping to achieve by getting this close to him? “I told you that you didn't have to bother, but you just have to go the extra mile. You're here for my children, Ms. Miller, I don't need a nanny.” He said. Innocently, she shook her head vigorously, making her body shake a bit, and making her breasts bounce. "I didn't think you needed one sir. I just thought you needed something since you're skipping breakfast. Im sorry if that pissed you off.” She said. Scoffing, Cameron’s hold on her wrists tightened. "Pissed me off?” he asked, looking up at her, scrutinizing her as if she was under a microscope. "You think you're enou
Not Part Of His Plan Twenty Two
Cameron knew how his best friend got when he talked about his work, and wouldn't stop if he wasn't stopped, so Cameron nodded. "I hear you, but I don't want to hear you ramble about something I won't understand.” Lee sighed and rubbed his bloodshot eyes. “Do you think that maybe Duke can go with you for the weekend? I’m going to faint otherwise.” He said, and Cameron rolled his eyes. “Whatever man. You didn't have to ask that, but we need to talk.” Oh shit! Oops. Lee thought. He could tell from the look on his face that he had something bothering him, and he had an inkling of what it could be about. He knew quite well he was going to talk about his nanny but he was going to have to listen first to confirm. Cameron wanted to punch something with the way he was feeling, but he kept a hold of his emotion. "It's about the woman your wife sent to my house.”Lee knew who he was talking about because he was the main person who had sent her there, but he pretended to not know who he was
Not Part Of His Plan Twenty Three
Back at home, Cameron was surprised to see the house a bit more deserted than usual. It wasn't as if it was always crowded or anything, but finding the front door open with no one in the sitting room was not something he had expected. He walked down the hall, then back to the living room but no one was there. He wondered where Davey was, and soon, he began to call his name. "Davey?" he called, and then tried again, but there was no response from the man who was usually very attentive, but then again, it was his first time not to be in around like this. Unlike usual days, nobody came to take his bag, or car keys like Davey or one of the cleaners would do, and Ruby wasn't even in sight as well. This made him frown, and then a worry line marred his forehead. He stepped out of the living room to walk around and look for someone. The kitchen was also vacant but he could see that there was a kettle that was over boiling on the stove, and he walked quickly to it to get it off but it burn
Not Part Of His Plan Twenty Four
By the time Cameron got home the following day from, it was so late that his children were asleep. He had tried as much as possible to get home from work, but he had been stuck in a meeting that lasted for about seven hours straight. It was a conference meeting with the board members and some investors. He had not been the one to schedule the meeting but the investors themselves, so it had been impossible to get out of it. He would have left them there if he could because he knew he had promised his daughter to be home in time for bed, but the silent house told him he had missed it. Even Davey must have gone to bed, a man who always waited up for him until he was home. The older man must be tired to have left him and gone to bed. He sighed and got rid of his tie, throwing it somewhere. He would get it later when he was back downstairs to eat dinner if he still could.All he could feel as he dropped his bag on the couch and started up the stairs to Spring’s room was guilt. She was n
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