The Billionaire's Nanny

Chapter 2

When you hate something, but you have no choice but to adapt to it, especially if adapting to it would play a significant role in your survival, you adapt to it. Life simply gives you no choice but to adapt to it. I wasn't a morning person, I hated the mornings, and I didn't see it as all flowers and sunshine, not at all.

I saw the morning as a cloudy day, ready to pour down its wicked rain on me, and on a typical day, I would do anything within my power to avoid the rain. To avoid mornings, I always slept in, at least I used to sleep in.

When I got the job of caring for Camy and cleaning the house, I could no longer avoid the mornings because that was when my work started. I adapted to seeing the mornings. Just like me, Camy hated the mornings, but there was no hope of her ever getting used to waking up in the morning.

The school didn't affect her schedule as she still slept till 10 and got to school by 11; call it rich father benefits. For two years, I never made the mistake of waking her up until at least 10 am, but this day, she wanted to be woken up earlier than usual.

I wasn't ready to see a little ball of sunshine turn into a bit of a ball of a tantrum, but if she wanted to get up early, then who was I to complain. It was the last day of school, and she wanted to spend as much time as possible with her friend.

Her wanting to get to school so early was a win for me; I could take the rug to the dry cleaners as soon as possible and get it before the clock struck 7 this evening. Camy looked like an adorable and angry mess. Her eyes were red and puffy like she had just cried from one very horrible breakup, only she didn't.

Her hair was messy, falling over her face, and her lips were set in a frown.

"Anna, leave me be." She whined out, a ring of tears lining her puffy eyes.

"I just want to sleep." I was almost moved to give in to her and let her sleep, but she had requested that I shouldn't give in to her no matter what she did or said.

"You have to wake up." "No!!!" She yelled out before plopping on her bed.

"Go Away." I dragged her up, so she looked straight at me as I gave her a stern look that she didn't seem to like.

"I know you did not just use that tone on me," I whispered, hoping to affect her, and I did. She let out a sigh and scrubbed her eyes with her fist to wipe her tears and the dirt, and I knew I had gotten to her.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was light and low.

"It's fine; let's just get ready so that you can have enough time with Troy." I got up with a smirk.

"I don't like Troy, and I want to spend time with my best friend, not Troy." Just like that, I was able to get her out of bed and run around. My day after this was not very exciting. I made breakfast and made sure that Camille ate to her fill before getting her dressed.

I dropped the little girl at school, then I had her driver (yes, her father hired her a driver and got her a car too) take me to the dry cleaners from there, after which i came back. I cleaned up the whole house, made lunch and then I went to sleep again. I was sluggish, and even if I didn't let it show, all I wanted to do was sleep.

The only thing different was that Camy had a play date after school and I didn't have to pick her up until 7:30pm. I was going to spend my free day wisely, and I would sleep. For Camille, her father was her number one hero, he was the best and even though he was never there, she still kept him on her high pedestal.

Whenever she had the chance, she spoke of her father with the amount of pride a little child would, and I knew that he didn't understand that. He did not even know that. Because of this, when she saw a little opportunity to spend just a minute with Mr. Black, she took it up without a care in the world.

Even though it made her father angry. I'll take a step back so you'd know what exactly happened. After getting the rug from the dry cleaner (it was cleaned but still didn't look as great as it used to), I picked Camy up from her play date's house and then brought her back home.

She was too tired to do anything, even eat, so I put her to bed. Not having anything to do and not feeling sleepy, I scrolled through my phone, getting lost in the i********: fashion reels that called out to me.

I had no idea how long I spent going through i********:, but I knew that Mr. Black coming in had been the one thing to bring me back to reality by the time I was done.

"Welcome back, sir." I stood to my feet for courtesy's sake; this man was the person paying my salary. He gave me a grunt and walked towards me, unbuttoning his suit. My head was down, and my leg kept quietly hitting the floor beneath me.

I had managed to catch a glance of him, and it had me drooling. It was no doubt that I had buried feelings for the man, and even if he had no idea, it seemed like he used his presence to tease me every time. Mr. Chris Black was like something that I really wanted to have but couldn't because of how expensive it was.

We were not in the same class, I was just a maid who couldn't manage to go to university, and he was the owner of many hotels and a chain of restaurants.