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  Billionaire Daddy's Contract: A Single Dad and Nanny Romance

  By: Melissa Chetley

  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  This eBook contains sexually explicit material and is intended for a mature audience. All characters in this work are 18 years or older, and all the sex is consensual.

  Copyright © 2018 Melissa Chetley

  Cover Photo: curaphotography @ depositphotos

  2018 All Rights Reserved

  Rylan

  Being a single father to a little girl is no easy job at all.

  But my daughter means the world to me - and I would do next to anything to make her happy.

  And that includes hiring her as a nanny.

  Audrey Scott is young, honest, and sweet with tempting curves in all the right places.

  It's just too bad she doesn't know how to keep her clever mouth shut.

  At least she swears that she won't fall in love with me like how most women do because she knows how to keep things professional.

  Hiring Audrey as the new nanny is the obvious choice given how much my little girl adores her.

  The only problem is whether or not I can keep my hands to myself long enough to keep her around…

  Audrey

  All I needed to do was ace the interview to get the job.

  No sweat, right?

  Wrong.

  Things become a little more complicated when I find out that he is going to be my new boss.

  Handsome, wealthy, and single - he's built of pure muscle and a pair of dreamy blue eyes that you can practically drown in.

  Rylan Bennett is pretty much everything a woman could ask for and want in a man.

  But I can't fall for him if I want to keep being a nanny to his precious daughter.

  I have to keep my distance and remember what's important - even if my body trembles and burns for him…

  Billionaire Daddy's Contract: A Single Dad and Nanny Romance

  Audrey - 1

  Rylan - 2

  Audrey - 3

  Rylan - 4

  Rylan - 5

  Audrey - 6

  Rylan - 7

  Epilogue

  Author's Endnote

  Chapter 1 - Audrey

  "So, have you gotten all of the essentials you need for tonight?" The playful female voice on the other end of the line giggles as her smirk practically permeates through the cell phone's receiver.

  I pause in the middle of the aisle with my shopping cart to softly sigh and roll my eyes at the woman's seemingly suggestive remark. "Hannah, you know it's just the first date. Nothing might even happen between us. Get your mind out of the gutter," I firmly respond as I begin to resume moving my cart down the long walkway of stacked shelves.

  "Uh-huh," Hannah replies in a skeptical tone. "Is that why you're at the grocery store right now an hour before your date picking up some last-minute condoms?"

  Both my hand and my arm suddenly stop in the midst of reaching out for the box of condoms sitting on the shelf in front of me. I simply close my eyes and let out a heavy exhale.

  How does she always figure me out so easily?

  "It's…just a precaution," I hesitantly explain while I quickly grab the box and place it into the cart.

  Hannah's long and loud sigh pours out from the receiver's end. "Look, Audrey. Tonight is the night that your dry spell ends. You better be prepared to get yourself shit-faced drunk and make that man yours tonight. The only update I want to hear from you tomorrow morning is how sore you are all over from the good time that you had with him."

  There she goes again.

  A rushing chuckle naturally spills out from my lips. I can't help but shake my head in slight disbelief at Hannah's ludicrous expectations and demands for my first date tonight. Yet as much as I find the woman's brazen request rather outrageous and improbable, her blunt manner of speaking and voicing her mind has always been a quality that I've respected and appreciated about her. She's the only person who I can rely on to make bold and vulgar statements like that solely for my own sake -- it's just her unique way of looking out for me.

  "You are actually insane, Hannah," I lightheartedly scoff.

  "No, you're the one who is insane for suppressing your sexual needs and desires when your body is practically begging for it. Do you think your lying, cheating ex is holding back from sticking his sorry knob into any woman who so much looks his way?" the fiery woman snaps back.

  "No," I sullenly reply with a tight frown on my lips.

  The wistful reminder of the man who ruthlessly broke my heart into tiny pieces forces my entire body to clench up in anticipation of the resurfacing emotional trauma and pain. Even though I desperately miss the physical touch, pleasure, and affection that comes with sex, I have never been able to look at another man after finding out that my boyfriend of three years was basically an unfaithful piece of shit the whole time we were together. My trust in men has plummeted and has seriously prevented me from pursuing a healthy and active sex life since the messy breakup. It doesn't matter how often or much my body yearns for that natural sexual release of my desires, the thought of vulnerably opening myself up again to another man who can potentially hurt me simply frightens me.

  But that all changes tonight with this blind date that has been settled -- I hope.

  "Anyway, forget about that dick-bag and let loose tonight. You better get your damn fill of that juicy meat tonight before you turn into a vegetarian full-time, Audrey. Honestly, do you even remember what it feels like to have something big and hard inside of you?" Hannah bluntly asks.

  I clench down on my jaw in shame of how long it actually has been since I've been physically involved with a man. Yet despite the obvious answer being no, I can hardly get the opportunity to respond to Hannah before a heavy, shattering crash echoes across the grocery store. The loud, abrupt, and mysterious noise gives my heart a huge jumpstart as I start to push my shopping cart toward the originating point of the sound. I can barely hear Hannah continue to lecture me over the phone when I notice the large damages and the nosy crowd forming around the unfortunate spectacle of a young crying girl surrounded by an absurd amount of broken glass along with the overbearing stench of alcohol.

  Jesus.

  My weak gaze shifts over from the blanket of alcohol covered across the store's floor and onto the sobbing little girl who is completely red in the face from her hysterical crying. She desperately wipes her wet eyes with the back of her hands, but a constant and seemingly endless stream of tears prevents her from seeing clearly. The tragic scene of the sniveling child also happens to be accompanied by the sight of a very displeased and distraught male employee who appears to stand beside her with his arms completely crossed and his head shaking back in forth. As much as I pity both the young girl and the employees who have to clean up the mess, I carefully attempt to maneuver my shopping cart out of the wide pool of liquid while the loud whispers of some of the onlookers and bystanders find and drift into the opening of my ears.

  "Oh my god. Just look at the mess. I'd be so upset if that was my child."

  "Yeah, where the hell are her parents?"

  "God, I would hate to be her mom or dad right now. That's at least a thousand dollars worth of alcohol broken."

  "How embarrassing. I feel so bad for that worker. That girl just won't stop crying."

  Ugh.

  A sinking sensation emerges from within the pit of my stomach as the crowd's vocal musings and co
mments linger in my mind. I can't seem to stop myself from taking another look over at the young girl who hasn't stopped wailing. She's aggressively sobbing so much that she can barely acknowledge the situation or speak to anyone, a swarm of uncontrollable hiccups appearing in between her heavy crying and heaving. My chest tightens up in sorrow at the sorry sight. I can't even begin to imagine how terrified she must feel when she's standing in the center of a crowd all by herself while being interrogated by an angry adult at the same time.

  It's not right for a little girl to have to go through that all alone.

  She needs someone. Anyone.

  "Audrey, are you even listening to me?" Hannah audibly sighs.

  A steady breath escapes me as the sound of her irritated and impatient voice snaps me back to reality. "Sorry, I actually have to go right now, Hannah. I promise that I'll talk to you later, though."

  "What? Hey! We aren't finished talking here-"

  I quickly hang up on the phone call before Hannah can get another word in, the slight dread of our follow-up conversation grimly hanging over my head. But in spite of my strong aversion to the heavy criticism that I'm bound to receive from the fierce woman, my legs start moving toward the messy spectacle without wasting another moment. It's almost like my feet have a mind of its own as they continue moving forward to close in on the distance between me and the young child. Yet all I can feel in the middle of my reckless meddling is the burning resolve in my heart which calls to me and keeps me pushing forward. The intense feelings and emotions of my determination is what ultimately drives me headfirst into the chaotic situation until I am practically close enough to hear any potential conversations or discussions between the little girl and the disgruntled employee.

  "Everybody, please stay clear of the shattered glass and please watch your step for the large spill on the floor. We are working on cleaning this situation up as soon as possible. Thank you for your understanding and cooperation," the man halfheartedly announces as he forces an obviously-fake smile on his lips to hide his actual grimace and displeasure. His seemingly exhausted eyes bounce around the crowded space as though he were desperately looking for someone before he eventually gives up and turns his attention back to the crying little girl.

  "Hey, kid. Do you know where your parents are?" the employee gruffly asks.

  But there's no response from the young girl at all -- there's only more sniveling and sobbing.

  A loud and impatient sigh swiftly parts from the man's lips, his frustration even more visible than before. "Can you please at least try to tell me what your name is? I need to find your parents because they are responsible for this mess that you made."

  Unsurprisingly, there's no response from the child once again aside from the usual sound of her hysterical and anguished cries which simply grows louder with each subsequent question that is asked by the employee. It's painfully clear from the rough interactions between the two of them that the man has no idea how to speak or how to comfort a distressed child and that the little girl has no intention of giving him the answers that he needs to resolve the major accident.

  "What an absolute pain in the ass," the man bitterly grumbles underneath his breath as he hopelessly looks around the room one more time for somebody else to take his place. A look of pure defeat is visibly written across his face, his limited patience quickly running out with each second he spends listening to the girl cry.

  A dull ache resonates in my chest from the somber scene and circumstances. I take a brief glance across the surrounding crowd of spectators and realize that I can find no one who looks remotely ready to take any responsibility for the young girl's costly mistake. Not a single face in the crowd looks anywhere near prepared or willing to even try to comfort and calm the child down. Everyone simply stands by and idly watches the situation unfold without any intention of helping as if the miserable scene were amusing to them -- but it's just not in my blood to ignore someone who needs help.

  I have to do something about it. Even if it means doing something incredibly stupid that may not even work out. And before I can bother to convince myself that what I plan on doing is a terrible idea, my timid voice comes barreling out from within me: "Sweetheart! Oh my goodness, there you are! I've been looking all over the entire store for you."

  Almost every set of eyes in the immediate area quickly turns to look at me as soon as I begin speaking, their judgmental glares pointing at me with a strong sense of criticism. I can't help but nervously bite down on my lip from all of the sudden attention that I appear to be receiving due to my dramatic outburst. However, my poorly-thought out plan seems to have some sort of a result in spite of its foolish nature because even the little girl takes a moment to finally stop crying and look up at me through her tear-stained eyes. I can see the beautiful blue shade of her eyes for the first time, a piercing cerulean color that almost seems unrealistic. But despite being slightly taken aback by the mesmerizing tint of her irises, I somehow find the courage to wade through the gross pool of alcohol and step toward the young girl who looks a bit like a sad deer in headlights.

  The blue-eyed child curiously looks up at me while I slowly take my place next to her as her fake guardian. Her watery gaze peers right into my eyes with a wariness, yet the girl doesn't seem to be completely alarmed by my foreign presence at all. In fact, she looks rather relieved and at ease to see me keeping her company. Though no one looks more pleased or comforted by my sudden entrance and appearance than the male employee who has been trying to get an answer out of the young girl since the accident occurred. His eyes no longer look like they are full of defeat and exhaustion, a brief glimmer of life restored within his face.

  "I am so, so incredibly sorry about what my daughter did while I lost sight of her. I shouldn't have left her alone in the store. This is completely my fault, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to make this right," I earnestly explain. Yet an awkward silence falls across the large room as I bend down next to the little girl and take her small hands into mine. "Go ahead and go outside to find your father first. Let me handle this alone, sweetie."

  A flicker of hesitation and uncertainty flashes across the little girl's blue eyes from my unwarranted command and order. She blankly stares at me without saying a word. It's obvious that she has no clue whether or not she should actually listen to me, her fearful gaze shifting back and forth between me and the intimidating employee who is standing in front of her. But I gently squeeze her hands to assuage her fears, giving her a warm smile once I have her full attention again.

  "Run along. Let me fix this," I softly add.

  The little girl's blue gaze remains heavily fixated on me before she finally decides to take the hint as she begins to slowly walk out of the massive puddle of alcohol one small step at a time. An air of trepidation follows with each large ripple that she makes in the pool of liquid, her wary eyes looking toward the crowd of spectators as she makes her way to dry ground. Her cautious footsteps naturally pick up its pace as soon as she hits the clean floor, her feet swiftly carrying her toward the exit with no pause at all. She is almost one foot out of the door when she suddenly stops in her tracks to turn back around.

  My eyes simply widen in surprise from the intense blue hue of her stare which is clearly pointed toward me. Her lips open up and she slowly mouths two distinct words to me as she stands by the store's exit.

  "Thank you."

  ***

  "You know, when you first walked over and sat down by the bar, I honestly thought that I was meeting up with the wrong person. It wasn't until you introduced yourself to me that I finally put two and two together and realized that you were the Audrey that I've been speaking with these past few days," the gentleman heartily chuckles as he shakes his head in disbelief. "You just look so different from the photos that were posted online. I was just completely taken aback by your appearance."

  I force out a stiff and tight-lipped laugh while simultaneously gritting my teeth. "Is that so?
"

  "Yeah!" he proudly snorts. "I couldn't believe that you were the same woman from the photos I saw. But I mean, you can't really blame me for getting confused, though. Women always look so crazy different from the pictures that they put up on their profiles. It's almost like a crapshoot when you meet up with them. You never know who you're actually going to meet in person."

  Another weak laugh spills from my throat as I take a swig of my scotch to numb the pain from this awful blind date. I really don't know what to say except for the fact that this dude is a real piece of work for criticizing me when he isn't so innocent either. The last thing I want to hear from this guy is how different I look in my online photos when I was the one who could hardly recognize him because he decided to use pictures from at least six years ago which was before his drastic weight gain and hair loss happened. I was only lucky enough to realize that he was Zach, my blind date, because he looks as if he could be the older brother or father of the man I have been texting with.

  Needless to say, there is definitely no way in hell I am even considering going home tonight with a guy as rude and condescending as him -- no matter how desperate and horny I am for some sexual attention. The condoms in my purse are staying unopened, and it seems like I will just have to break the bad news to Hannah tomorrow about how much this blind date turned out to be a huge bust. And here I thought I would receive some good karma for helping out that little girl today which ended up putting me out of a few grand in my savings.

  Oh well, I suppose.

  My uninterested eyes roam across the room of smiling faces as I continue to hear Zach drone on and talk about himself as though he were the hottest catch out of all the single bachelors on the dating application we were matched up on. There's only so much I can listen to the grandiose tales of his travels and achievements before I feel the need to call bullshit on them. But instead of trying to stroke his ego by engaging in any further conversation with him, I naturally sigh at the sight of other couples who also appear to be on dates within the restaurant. They all seem to be having fun with their respective partners while there hasn't been a single moment where my date has even bothered to ask me about myself tonight.