His Nanny, His Unplanned Love

Chapter 5

POV: Naomi

It was eight in the morning when I finally left the bar.

I started working the night shift yesterday and my night shift had officially ended for today.

My body felt like it had been dragged through a tornado all night.

The sky above the city was pale blue, the early morning sun slowly taking its place in the sky. Most people were just beginning their day.

But for me?

All I wanted was sleep.

A very long and needed sleep.

The night shift had started out fine.

For the first few hours, everything had gone fine. I had simply gone from table to table, serving drinks, wiping down counters, and pretending not to hear the disgusting comments some of the men made towards me.

But at least they had kept their hands to themselves.

Well… at least until the early hours of the morning.

But then around three a.m., one of the men sitting at a table near the bar suddenly decided he needed another drink.

Normally that wouldn’t be a problem.

But instead of simply ordering it like a normal human being, he had started yelling.

“Hey! You! Woman!”

By then I was already tired and already irritated, so I tried to ignore him for a moment while finishing another order.

But that had clearly been a mistake on my part.

“Are you deaf?” he shouted loudly, banging his hand on the table. “I’ve been calling you for five minutes now!”

So I went over to him slowly, forcing myself to remain calm.

“What can I get you, sir?” I asked politely.

But the man looked like he was already drunk. Completely wasted.

His eyes were red, and the smell of alcohol coming from him was strong enough to make my stomach turn.

“You can start by apologizing,” he said.

“For what?” I asked.

“For ignoring me!”

I rubbed my forehead.

I was already f*****g tired as it was and this man was trying to piss me off.

“I wasn’t ignoring you. I was serving another customer.”

But it seemed like that was the wrong answer.

Because before I could even blink, the man grabbed a glass bottle from the table.

And threw it straight at my head.

Everything happened so fast.

The bottle flew past my head and smashed violently on the wall behind me.

The crashing sound filled the whole bar.

The pieces of shattered glass scattered everywhere.

I heard someone curse loudly.

For a moment, I thought nothing had happened to me at all.

But then I felt the pain.

A sharp, burning pain in my shoulder.

I looked down.

A small piece of broken glass had lodged itself deeply into the flesh of my shoulder.

“s**t,” I muttered.

It hurt like hell.

But I didn't even have enough time to deal with the wound properly.

The bar manager had immediately dragged the drunk man outside while shouting at him.

Meanwhile, I had pulled the piece of glass out of my shoulder myself.

The bleeding started immediately.

I wrapped a napkin around the wound and tied it as tightly as I could.

That helped slow the bleeding down.

But it definitely didn’t stop it.

And unfortunately for me… I still had five hours of my shift to go.

So I worked.

All night.

With a bleeding shoulder.

By the time my shift ended, the napkin wrapped around my shoulder was completely soaked with blood.

Which was exactly why I had two simple thoughts in my mind as I walked down the street now.

First, I would go to the pharmacy near my apartment and buy painkillers and first aid supplies.

And secondly, I would go home.

Take the longest shower of my life.

Then collapse into bed.

Thankfully, the first fifty percent of my plan went by without any hiccups.

I had just walked out of the pharmacy with a small bag filled with medicine and bandages.

Only the easy part remained.

I put the pharmacy bag in my hand bag and began walking toward my apartment building.

The street was quiet this early in the morning.

A few cars passed here and there, but most people were still inside their houses or were already at work.

As I reached my building though, something unusual caught my attention.

A car was parked right in front of the entrance.

I noticed because it wasn't a car you saw in this part of town.

I slowed down.

Then stopped completely.

“Wow,” I whispered.

The thing looked like it had been dropped straight out of a billionaire’s garage.

It was a Lamborghini Urus.

But not the kind you see in magazines.

No.

This one had clearly been customized.

“Mansory,” I murmured quietly.

The matte black paint was so dark it almost seemed to swallow the sunlight around it.

Vantablack.

The kind of paint you only saw on insanely expensive vehicles.

I stood there just staring at the car for a moment, my bag hanging heavily in my hand.

Then I shook my head and muttered under my breath.

“Who the hell drives a half million dollar land rocket in this shithole?”

Well it wasn't my business.

So I turned and started climbing the stairs toward the apartment entrance.

But then—

HOOONK!

The loud sound of a car horn blasted behind me.

I flinched at the sound and turned around.

The driver’s door of the Lamborghini opened slowly.

And the man who stepped out made me roll my eyes.

Tristan Cole.

Sophie's father.

What the hell was he doing here?

He closed the car door calmly behind him and walked toward me like this was the most normal thing in the world.

“Good morning, Naomi,” he said casually.

I raised one eyebrow.

But instead of returning the greeting, I crossed my arms.

“What are you doing here?”

He sighed softly and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I need to talk to you.”

I scoffed loudly.

My patience was already hanging by a thread after my horrible night shift.

“Talk to me?” I said sharply. “About what exactly?”

Then another thought hit me.

“Wait… how did you even find out where I live?”

Tristan didn’t look the slightest bit embarrassed.

Instead, he nodded slightly.

“I’ll go straight to the point,” he said.

I didn’t like the sound of that.

“I did some research,” he continued calmly, “and found out you're drowning in debt.”

My hands clenched into fists instantly.

“You can barely afford to pay your rent,” he went on. “And there’s the loan you’ve been paying off for the last two years.”

My jaw tightened so hard it started to hurt.

Anger rushed through my veins like fire.

How dare he?

How dare this man dig into my private life like that?

“I’d like to offer you a job,” Tristan said.

His voice remained calm.

“I promise I’ll pay you very well. Enough to clear your debts without any issues.”

That was it.

I had heard enough.

I took a slow breath, forcing myself to stay calm.

“Look,” I said coldly, “I’ve had a very long night at work. And I’m not in the mood to exchange words with you right now.”

I turned toward the apartment stairs again.

“So if you’ll excuse me, I need to rest.”

But Tristan’s voice followed me.

“Then I’ll follow you to your apartment and we can talk while you rest.”

I didn’t even bother answering.

I just kept walking.

Then suddenly— I felt his hand grab my arm.

Then he spun me around quickly.

“I’m talking to you, Naomi—”

“OUCH!”

Pain exploded through my shoulder instantly.

My vision blurred for a second.

The sudden force had reopened the wound.

Blood began soaking through my shirt again.

My bag slipped from my hand and fell to the ground.

I held my shoulder tightly trying to stop the bleeding.

Blood soaked my palm immediately.

Tristan’s eyes widened.

“You’re injured.”

“It’s nothing,” I snapped through clenched teeth. “I’ll take care of it.”

“You need to go to the hospital.”

I lifted my head and glared at him.

“I said I’m fine. Mind your own business.”

But Tristan clearly wasn’t listening.

He bent down, picked up my bag, and grabbed my other arm.

“I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“Leave me alone!”

He ignored me completely.

Within seconds he had dragged me to his car.

At that point I realized fighting him was practically useless.

He opened the passenger door and gently pushed me inside.

Then he closed the door.

A moment later he got into the driver’s seat.

He fastened his seatbelt.

Then he looked at me.

“Will you fasten your seatbelt,” he asked calmly, “or should I do it for you?”

I rolled my eyes and buckled it myself.

Tristan started the engine.

The car roared to life.

The sound was deep and powerful, vibrating through the entire vehicle.

I had to admit…

Even through the pain in my shoulder, I couldn’t help admiring it.

This was a car designed for a man who didn’t care about being a target.

Tristan drove fast.

Very fast.

For the first five minutes, neither of us said anything.

Then he finally spoke.

“How did you injure yourself?”

I opened my mouth to answer—

But then his phone began to ring.

It was connected to the car’s Bluetooth system so Tristan pressed a button on the steering wheel and answered the call.

“Hello.”

A woman’s voice came through the speakers.

“Hello, Mr. Cole. This is Mrs. Kate, Sophie’s kindergarten teacher.”

Tristan instantly straightened.

“Yes, Mrs. Kate. Is everything okay? Is something wrong with Sophie?”

“I think you should come to the kindergarten, sir,” the teacher said nervously. “Sophie got into a fight with some kids and—”

“I’m on my way,” Tristan cut her off.

With one swift motion, he turned the steering wheel sharply.

The car changed direction immediately.

“I’ll drop you at the hospital first,” he said. “Then we can talk later.”

“Like hell you will,” I replied instantly. “I’m going with you.”

He glanced at me for a moment.

Then nodded and pressed the accelerator.

I didn’t know why.

But I suddenly felt worried.

What if Sophie was hurt?

What could have happened that made her fight other children?

Less than twenty minutes later, the Lamborghini drove through the gates of an extremely fancy kindergarten.

The place looked more like a private academy.

Tristan stopped the car.

Then he reached into the back seat and grabbed a jacket.

He handed it to me.

“Put this on.”

I looked down at my shoulder.

The bloodstain was obvious.

He didn’t need to explain.

I put the jacket on.

We both got out of the car.

From a distance, we could already see a small group of children standing near the playground.

And there—

Standing opposite three boys—

Was Sophie.

Her clothes were torn.

Her beautiful red hair was messy and scattered everywhere.

I felt my heart squeezed painfully inside my chest.

As Tristan and I walked closer, Sophie suddenly looked up.

And the second she saw me—

Her eyes filled up with tears.

“Mommy!”

My entire body froze.

Before I could even react, she ran toward me.

Then she wrapped her tiny arms tightly around my legs.

And in that moment…

I couldn't think straight as I felt my world completely stopped.