The Billionaire’s Nanny

Playmate Nanny

Michael POV

I was in a very important meeting, trying to convince this stubborn man that I’ve been trying to impress for over one and half hours now, With his facial expression, it’s obvious that he isn’t impressed yet, but I came prepared, I'm definitely going to bag this contract, because there is more that comes with this project if I’m able to deliver beyond his expectations.

“I heard you’re celebrating your 30th anniversary with your wife soon.” I decided to use a casual approach to make him relax.

Mentioning his wife, all seriousness left his face, and he had a soft smile on his face. It’s easy to tell that he worships the ground his wife walks on.

“Oh yes, even after so many years, she brings joy into my heart, and still keeps me on my toes.” He said laughing softly.

“That’s really amazing, we can hardly find sweet love anymore” I said thinking about my own marriage.

“I wouldn’t agree with that, just that marriage now is based on logic, looking for benefits in a marriage that should be unconditional. Once you find your own queen though, you’ll know.” He said to me, his eyes full of wisdom.

I tried thinking about his words for a while, doubting if I’m married to my queen. Jolting back from my daydream, “ Speaking of Queen, could this villa that has every feature well detailed, be a gift to your queen?” I look at him curiously, even though I already know it was an anniversary present to his wife.

He beamed proudly, “Hmmm, quick witted, I like it. Yes it is, every detail is to her taste, she has this image of her dream house, and I want to bring it to reality as a surprise for our coming anniversary.”

“That’s beautiful” I called my assistant telling him to bring in the villa sketch I had prepared before the meeting. While we were waiting patiently, my phone started ringing, looking at the screen, I saw my wife’s name, Elena. I declined the call immediately before she ruined this deal for me as she usual. All she does when she calls is complain about silly things like “Your son ruined my expensive dress with his dirty hands” or “your son stepped on my toe nails” as if Liam is not her son too.

My Andrew noticed my irritable look and asked if everything is alright, I forced a smile and said yes. Just right on time, my assistant came in with our design sample. I made my presentation and the man was completely impressed at the end. “The contract is yours Michael, this is magnificent with every little detail I wanted, even more than I imagined.”

Winning the contract set me in a great mood that I forgot to call Elena back. Giovanni, my best friend, heard of my latest victory, and came to the office to take me out for celebration.

“How did you go about it man? Just one meeting, you had the man hooked” he praised.

I took my drink, smiling smugly. “ When have I ever lost a deal?”

While we were having a conversation, Elena started calling again. I picked this time,

“What is it this time Elena?” I said, a headache already coming.

“Where the hell have you been Michael? Your son played a prank on the new nanny again, and she resigned. There is no one to take care of this brat. I called you ever since the nanny left, but you were not picking, I’m getting so frustrated being in the house with him alone!!” She screamed

Just like that ladies and gentlemen is how my happy hour turns sour with just a call from Elena, yes, she’s that talented.

“Elena, what do you mean there is no one to take care of him, he is your child, you’re meant to take care of him. You’re not working, we had no need for a nanny in the first place” I tried to reason.

“Don’t start with me, Imagine, I made him lunch, he didn’t eat it, yet he’s crying about being hungry.” She said frustrated.

I checked my time “You mean he didn’t have lunch yet? When it’s dinner time already?” She wanted to say something again but I cut her off. “Just shut the f**k up Elena, I’m on my way” I ended the call.

“I have to go bro, we’ll see at the office tomorrow yeah?” We stood up, he patted my back, trying to comfort me knowing the kind of witch I married. “Take care bro” he said.

Sitting in my office at home where I work on days I can’t go to work, just like today, I’ll have to work from home until we get a nanny, because Elena is a mother that doesn’t even know the basic things a mother should know. I thought of what happened yesterday, she literally made something that looks like a mashed potato seasoned with sugar with a sauce that has excess salt. It wasn’t edible at all, yet she wanted a kid to eat it.

If I want my child to live to grow up, I just have to work from home. I already called the agency that is in charge of getting us a nanny, even though I know that they are fed up with getting us different nannies, but they dare not complain because of the money I’m putting into their setup. My mind traveled to the conversation I had with Liam last night when I saw him in his room crying due to negligence and hunger,

“Liam, are you okay son?” I asked gently

He turned to look at me, “Dad? You’re home.” He said sniffing quietly, and cleaning his tears in a hurry.

I cradled him on my lap, “Son, why did you feel the need to chase away all of your nannies?” I said gently

He looked up at me, his eyes glossy. “I have my mommy and my daddy, why a woman I don’t know take care of me? Why mommy no want to take care of me and pway with me? Mommy no wike me?”

“Oh champ, we love you so much, having a nanny doesn’t mean your mom and I don't love you anymore, it means that you have another playmate apart from mommy and daddy, don’t you want that?” I said trying to get him open to the idea.

With the conversation in mind, I asked for a young lady instead of a grown woman so he can be comfortable and can bond with her easily. I hope she’s a lovely lady that’ll fit into our household perfectly.