Page 6 of The Accidental Nanny (All Of You #1)

CHAPTER FIVE

Gemma

T o say I'm pissed off is an understatement.“Where is he?” I shout to nobody in particular as I come running into the living room.

I’m going to kill him. I have thought of every way possible to murder him on the way home. There is nothing I won't do.

“What’s wrong, Gem?” Brody laughs at me.

“You’re dead!”

Heading straight for him, I jump on his back, hitting him hard on the arm and chest. He wriggles until I fall off, and I land on the floor. As fast as I can get back up on my feet, going in for another attack.

“You’re a psycho,” I yell while I throw the hardest punches I can land square on his jaw.

“What the hell is going on? And where have you been all day?” Dad shouts as he and Mum walk into the living room. They look at Brody, whose hand is covering his mouth.

“Ask him,” I say as I stamp on his foot.

“I got that nutcase an actual job and she just punched me in the mouth,” Brody groans, dabbing at his lips .

“Really?” Mum's eyes light up with excitement.

“No, he tricked me. I thought…”

“Just stop.” Dad uses his parental voice and takes control of the situation. “Why did you punch your brother?”

“She thought he was a sugar daddy,” Brody answers for me, suppressing a smile.

“Please tell me that isn’t true,” Mum moans, looking disgusted that I was going to do that.

“I just thought… I’m a nanny. But…” The words don’t come out, and I’m getting angry again.

“But what?” Dad asks, raising his eyebrows.

“I have to do housework,” I groan and hang my head.

Everyone bursts into laughter, and heat fills my cheeks. Mum now has tears running down her face. It is as if this is the funniest thing they have ever heard.

“What?” I look at them all, waiting for them to calm down. It wasn’t that funny.

“Darling, you’ve never done anything like that in your life,” Mum finally says.

“And? You don’t think I can?” I square my shoulders and lift my chin.

“No,” Dad says. “When have you ever shown any interest? You have had one job. How long did that last, Gemma? A few months. When have you shown any responsibility? You act like a teenager most of the time. You need to grow up.”

“You wanted me to get a job. But now I have one, you’re saying I’m too immature, and I can’t do it.

” I glare at them. “What do you want me to do? You are cutting me off, then at the same time, you’re laughing in my face.

” I shake my head. “Thanks for the support, guys. I don’t need any of you. I can do this alone.”

I storm off to my room, slamming my bedroom door as loudly as I can.

Childish, maybe, but satisfying. I sit on my bed, feeling sorry for myself.

Then, an idea pops into my head. I jump up, find the two biggest suitcases I can, and pack all my essentials.

Walking out of the room with my bags, I let them bang down the steps behind me.

“This is a bit dramatic. Where are you off to?” Brody stands in front of me in the hallway, blocking me from going any further.

“I hate you. You knew what he wanted, yet you still set me up.” I scowl at my brother.

“You shouldn’t be so easy. You deserved it after that stunt you pulled at the Edwards’ house and going to get out of bed naked. Yuck! I don’t want to see my sister’s hoo-ha.”

“Serves you right for being an arrogant prick. It’s called a pussy, like you.” I snarl at him.

“My poor little sister can’t handle the truth.”

I bring my knee up and kick him in the balls. He doubles over as I walk away with a smug smile.

I go to the garage and glance over the cars. I need something more sensible if I’m driving children around. My parents don’t think I can be responsible—I am going to prove them wrong, just like Alex said. Taking the keys out of the safe, I select the BMW, certain nobody will miss it.

Alex

The doorbell rings, waking me from my sleep. I check my phone; it’s ten at night. Not many people know my code to get through the gates, so my guard is up. I put my dressing gown on, going downstairs quickly before the constant ringing wakes the children. This better be an emergency.

I open the front door to see Gemma standing in front of me with two suitcases and a bag over her shoulder. What the hell is she doing here?

“Gemma.” I gape at her.

“I’ll move in.” She walks past me, rolling her bags into my house.

“Eh? ”

“Well it looks like you need a live-in nanny, and I need a home.” She shrugs.

“What? No. I don’t have room.”

“But…” Gemma lets go of her suitcases and turns toward me. Her face falls as she looks for something else to say, but no words come out.

Gemma does that thing Eden does when she can’t get her way: her lip starts to tremble. Shit, I’m fucked.

“No, don’t do this to me… I don’t know you.”

“But you left me with your kids.”

She has a point. I was willing to leave this stranger with my children, but now I don’t want her to stay the night. “I… Fuck.”

A slow smile spreads on her face. “Which room?”

“This way.” I sigh.

I take one of her bags, and she follows, leaving the other suitcase behind.

“Gemma,” I call, my voice sharp.

She looks back, then looks between me and the luggage.

Why am I not surprised? I roll my eyes, go back to get it, and stride towards her. Gemma lets me squeeze past with both suitcases in my hands. I grumble as I pass her, but she doesn’t seem to notice. We walk to the spare room where I store my wife’s things.

“Thanks,” Gemma says with a smile. She looks around the room. “It’s cosy.”

Isn’t that another way of saying small? The house isn’t small to a normal person, but this is Gemma Winters, I guess. I’m considered well-off, but her family has several successful businesses, and wealth like that can’t be measured.

“Well, we’ll talk in the morning. Night.”

Softly closing the door on her, I head back to my room, grabbing my phone, and watch the video of her on the yacht again.

My cock stiffens and my hand dips inside my boxers.

I start stroking myself, even though I know I shouldn’t be doing this.

Gemma is sixteen years younger than I am.

She is our nanny and here for the children, not me.

But she wanted you to be her sugar daddy.

“Fuck.”

My release trickles down my hands. I need a date. I have to get laid. It’s been too long. I grab some tissues from my bedside table to clean myself, before pulling my pyjama bottoms back up.

Eden has a habit of coming into my room at night since her mother left. I don’t want her to find me naked in bed.

I wake with Eden asleep next to me. “Eden, it’s time to get up,” I whisper as I stroke her hair, trying to wake her from her slumber.

“I’m tired. I don’t want to go to school,” she mumbles, still half asleep.

“Darling, I have to work.”

“Gemma will look after me.”

As soon as she says that, there is a soft knock on my door.

“Alex,” Gemma’s voice calls me from the other side.

“Gemma!” Eden squeals; she’s now wide awake. Excitedly, my daughter jumps out of bed to open the door for Gemma. “You’re here.” Eden grins and wraps her arms around Gemma’s tummy.

Gemma stands in my doorway wearing pink shorts and a tank top. My dick gets semi-hard just looking at her, and I hide under the cover. This situation is not appropriate, not least because my daughter is in the room.

Old granny knickers, old granny knickers, I think to myself.

“Umm, I need to shower, but there are no towels,” Gemma says as she holds Eden.

“Eden, can you show Gemma where the fresh towels are, please? I’ll be up in a minute.”

I catch Gemma staring at my chest. I have let myself go a bit over the last six months since Julia walked out. I’m still in good shape, but not like I used to be in my twenties or thirties. Her eyes are still looking me over. It isn’t until I start staring back that she blushes and stops.

Gemma

Alex doesn’t have the same physique as Wesley. He’s older, rougher around the edges, and his chest hair is greying. He’s not the perfect sculpted man like in a magazine, but he is hot. He caught me staring—holy shit, do I feel guilty.

This job is supposed to be purely professional. I have to remind myself that. I must prove to my family that I’m not a failure. Me checking out my boss is a definite no-no.

I’m trying to get the towels, but Eden is asking a hundred and one questions. We haven’t moved from outside Alex’s bedroom door. I’ve not even had a coffee yet. I need to upload some content on my social media account as well, as I didn’t get a chance to do that yesterday.

“Eden, why don’t you come with me and leave Gemma alone?” Alex asks as he opens the bedroom door.

He’s now wearing a pyjama top. Alex could no doubt hear Eden chattering away. He puts his hand out for her.

Eden pulls away and closer to me. “But she doesn’t have towels yet.”

Ace walks out of his bedroom at the same time. “Why is Gemma here so early?”

“We’ll talk downstairs. Let her have a wash, please,” Alex grumbles, looking half asleep.

“Towels?” I ask. With Eden’s excitement and her chatting away, and now all three standing in the hallway, I haven’t been able to get a word in before now.

“Right.” Alex runs a hand through his messed-up hair, making it worse. “Ace, take your sister downstairs. ”

The siblings complain, but Ace takes Eden by the hand and leads her away. Alex walks me to a closet down the hall.

“In here,” he says as he opens it. “Help yourself to whatever you need. The laundry basket is in the bathroom. Chuck it in there when you’re done.”

He leaves me alone to go back to his room, and I’m left to think.

Did I make a mistake walking out on my family?

Should I swallow my pride and stay at home?

My family is right: I am useless. I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.

But I can’t go back now either, not after that dramatic walkout.

I won’t hear the end of it, especially from Brody.

I shake my head, grab some towels, and go back to the bathroom to shower. The water clears my head and puts some resolve back into me.