CHAPTER THREE
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MEETING ACE
~LEXA WYETT~
"Why would he ask her not to leave?" she wondered, confusion evident as she gazed into his icy blue eyes, searching for an explanation.
"Alexander," she called out his name.
Alexander released her from his hold, giving her a cold stare as he spoke.
"Don't go. Isn't that what you were expecting me to say?" he remarked, his sudden change in demeanor leaving her bewildered and stunned.
"Miss Wyett, I believe we need to establish some ground rules. You are new here, so I will overlook this incident. But if you ever try such nonsense again, you can say goodbye to this job," he stated, his voice firm and authoritative.
Biting her lower lip, she felt embarrassed, her fingers nervously fidgeting as she tried to regain her composure. She wished the ground would just open up and swallow her.
"I'm sorry, sir," she whispered.
Turning to face her, Alexander's wet hair cascaded down his forehead, adding to his already striking appearance. His entire presence oozed authority.
"What exactly are you apologizing for, Miss Wyett? It seems like you've been saying sorry ever since you set foot in this house today," he inquired.
I paused, still baffled by his cold and harsh demeanor. But I couldn't afford to lose this job; being close to him was my only goal.
"Apologizing for overstepping my boundaries, sir," I replied, my voice tinged with annoyance and hurt.
"I don't need you to cater to my desires. Your sole purpose here is my son, Ace. Do not enter my room or office without my explicit permission. Is that clear?" he asked.
I nodded, silently hoping he would let the matter drop. Why did I feel like a scolded child in front of him?
"Don't just nod like a lizard, speak up," he barked.
"Yes, sir," I answered, my body tense with unease.
"You may leave," he finally said before disappearing into the bathroom, leaving me alone.
As I made my way back to my room, the weight of my mistakes settled in once again. I prayed he wouldn't contact Mrs. Cherry. With a sigh, I unlocked my door and entered the room.
Lying on my bed, I gazed at the ceiling, replaying the brief moment his touch had stirred something within me. Shaking my head, I reminded myself of my purpose here—to focus on work.
My alarm blared insistently, prompting me to shut it off with frustration. Groaning, I sat up and took in my surroundings. Alex had mentioned the need for me to wake up early and get Ace ready for school.
I reluctantly got up, dragging myself into the bathroom to start my morning routine. Exiting the bathroom, my eyes landed on the beige scrubs hanging in the wardrobe.
The tranquility of the morning was interrupted as I found myself facing Alexander and a younger version of him.
"Hello, you must be Ace," I greeted, mustering a friendly smile as I knelt to his level, extending my hand for a handshake.
Ignoring me, he turned to his father and uttered, "I don't like her."
Taken aback by his unexpected remark, I straightened up, my attention shifting to Alexander, who appeared quite handsome in his black tailored suit with his slicked-back hair.
"Ace, that's not your decision to make. She's your new nanny, Miss Wyett," Alexander responded to his son's impolite comment.
Feeling compelled to speak up, I tentatively raised my hand, catching Alexander's attention. "Yes, Miss Wyett, do you have something to add?" he inquired.
"Please, call me Lexa instead of Miss Wyett," I managed to say.
Alex's gaze remained cold and unyielding as he stared at me, making me feel uneasy. "Or if you prefer, Miss Wyett is just fine," I quickly added.
Pointing to his son, Alexander introduced him, saying, "And this is Ace Stone. What would you like to say to Miss Wyett, Ace?"
As Ace glared at me with furrowed brows and pouted, he begrudgingly muttered, "Nice to meet you, Miss Wyett," while crossing his arms in protest.
In that instant, I realized that I had a challenging road ahead of me. How would I handle this spoiled little brat who seemed to detest me?
"Nice to meet you as well, Ace. I hope we can both make an effort to get along," I said, offering him a hopeful smile, but he once again ignored me.
Sensing Alex's gaze on me, I shifted my focus from Ace to him. Our eyes met briefly before he redirected his attention to his son.
"Let's go have breakfast and get you ready for school," Alexander cheerfully ruffled his son's hair as he walked past me.
I remained in place, pondering the meaning behind that intense stare.
"Miss Wyett, aren't you coming?" his voice cut through my thoughts, snapping me back to reality.
"Coming," I replied softly.
As we made our way to the dining room, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being an outsider in this luxurious household.
Ace took his seat at the table. As I walked closer to help him adjust his seat, he snapped, "I can do it, I'm not a child," his words tinged with anger.
"Ace," Alexander's voice thundered through the room, his cold and angry stare fixed on Ace. "Apologize now."
Reluctant at first, he finally spoke. "I'm sorry," he muttered, avoiding eye contact as he focused on his breakfast of toast, sausages, and scrambled eggs.
Throughout the meal, Alexander engaged in casual conversation with Ace, completely ignoring my presence.
I felt like an invisible observer in their world, merely fulfilling my duties as the Nanny.
I stood by the car watching as Ace got in with his father. Just as I turned to head inside, Alexander's voice called out to me.
"What are you doing?" he questioned.
"Sir?" I managed to say, confused by his abrupt statement.
"Aren't you getting in?" he clarified.
Pausing, I suddenly realized I was expected to go with them. I quickly unlocked the front seat door and stepped in.
The drive to Ace's school was quiet. My eyes drifted between the passing scenery and the back seat, where I checked on Ace from time to time.
During one glance, Alexander's eyes met mine, briefly connecting in shared concern.
Feeling my cheeks flush with awe, I focused on the road ahead. The luxurious black SUV eventually pulled up to the prestigious school.
The sight was truly magnificent, the engine purring softly as it came to a stop.
The tainted window of the car rolled down as we all stared at the beautiful woman in her thirties impeccably dressed in a designer suit, with long brunette hair cascading down her shoulder.
"Hello, Mr. Stone, hello, Ace," she greeted them with a wide smile on her face.
"Hello, Miss Jane," Ace replied, waving at her.
"Ehmm, hmm," Alexander coughed, his gaze fixed on me. "The door, Miss Wyett," he finally spoke.
"Oh," I managed to say as I stepped out of the car, beaming a warm smile at the lady as I opened the back seat door.
"You've got this, buddy," he encouraged the child. "Remember, you're destined for great things," Alexander said, planting a kiss on Ace's forehead.
"Don't worry, Mr. Stone. I'll ensure he's well taken care of," Miss Jane assured Alex, giving him a flirtatious smile.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I glared at her, and finally, Ace got out of the car, holding Miss Jane's hand. He waved at his father one last time before walking away with her.
Just as I was about to move to the front seat, Alexander called out, requesting me to join him in the backseat. I was too shocked to react.
I gazed at the driver, then at Alexander, whose expression stayed calm. Maybe I was just overthinking everything.
Sitting in the back seat, I struggled to breathe. I kept my gaze out the window, avoiding meeting his eyes. My hand rested on the leather seat, absentmindedly tapping it.
"You're distracting me," Alexander finally said. I turned to look at him, and his eyes moved from my face to my tapping finger on the seat.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I quickly replied, realizing my mistake.
"Why are you so worked up this morning?" he asked, his attention fixed on the tablet in his hand as he scrolled through its content.
"I'm not worked up, I just wanted to do a good job," I managed to say.
"I see," he said.
I stared at him, noticing how his brows furrowed with every movement of his eyes on the tablet. I felt the urge to run my fingers through his dark hair.
He shifted his attention from his tablet to me. "Ace needs to be picked up by 1:00 pm, please make sure you're on time," he reminded me.
"And you don't have to work too hard, as long you don't make mistakes," he added.
I said nothing. After what felt like an eternity of silence, my eyes shifted to my hand on the seat.
Alexander's hand was placed on mine. Slowly, he caressed my hands. As both our eyes met, his other hand's fingers brushed against his lips.
My heart quickened, trying to wrap my brain around what was going on.
Is he flirting with me?
But before I could gather my thoughts, His phone rang, breaking the intense moment.
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