My Boss’s Desire

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

Serena

Teresa led me through the mansion, explaining a little about the house and my responsibilities along the way.

“The gentleman is a single father. The baby’s mother isn’t involved in raising him, and that may have affected his feeding. Noah refuses to take a bottle, and we often have to call the doctor because of it.”

She glanced at me before continuing up the stairs.

“If you can help with that, you can be sure you’ll be well rewarded and have a stable job. But remember, you’re here to work, not to try anything with the master of the house.”

Teresa stopped halfway up the stairs and gave me a stern, almost maternal warning look.

“He hates women who try to get into his bed. And if he does allow one of them to get close, he soon sends her away with a few bills. Evelyn personally recommended you, and I know your story. I expect you to follow the rules and achieve what you came here for: helping your family.”

I smiled and nodded, taking in all the information. I was relieved that she knew I had a serious reason for being there.

“I just need the job. I’m not interested in romance,” I replied, making my intentions perfectly clear. “I only want to help my mother and siblings. The salary here will make a huge difference for us.”

She smiled at my words and continued climbing the stairs.

“I hope you succeed.”

As soon as Teresa opened the door, a baby bottle came flying straight toward me. Instinctively, I caught it and looked at the person who had thrown it.

A tall, muscular man stood there holding a child whose face was red from crying. I stared at him in shock, and he stared right back at me.

“Who is this, Teresa?” he asked, trying to soothe the child in his arms.

“Mr. Crowe, this is Serena. She was recommended by a nanny who works for a neighboring family.”

Teresa entered the nursery and stood beside the other nannies, who were lined up with their heads bowed.

“She came for her interview today. If she can calm Noah down, we can hire her,” she explained, shooting me a sideways glance as if expecting me to take the initiative.

“Sir, I’ve taken care of my siblings and other children back in my hometown,” I said before he could ask me anything. Judging by the look on his face, he seemed ready to send me away without even giving me a chance.

I approached him and held out my arms, asking to take the crying child.

He hesitated for a few moments, studying me before finally handing Noah over.

“If you can nurse my son, the job is yours,” he declared, watching my every move.

I gently stroked the baby’s back and began rocking him. Little by little, he calmed down and snuggled against my chest.

He must have caught the scent of my milk and felt more at ease, as though he knew he would soon be fed.

My nerves intensified. If my secret was discovered, I would probably be fired, and my reputation among the wealthy families in the area would be ruined. I would never get another job like this.

“How did you manage to calm him down?” Augusto asked, looking at me in surprise.

“I just rocked him a little. He’s settled now, so we can try feeding him.”

I tried placing the bottle in Noah’s mouth, but he refused it. He turned his head away and looked toward my chest again.

My anxiety grew as Augusto watched me, waiting for his son to finally drink the milk.

“Sir, he seems restless with so many people around. Could you leave me alone with him for a few minutes? Maybe I can calm him down and feed him that way.”

I tried to keep my voice steady as he dismissed the other nannies and Teresa. When everyone else was leaving, he remained in the nursery, watching me as I sat in the armchair with Noah in my lap.

“You need to leave, too, sir,” I added.

“Me?” he asked incredulously, as though I’d just insulted him.

I nodded.

He stared at me for a few more seconds but eventually left the room.

As soon as we were alone, I moved my blouse aside and exposed one of my breasts. Noah found my n****e and began nursing eagerly, as though he hadn’t eaten in days.

I stroked his hair while he drank my milk. Gradually, his movements slowed until he began falling asleep in my arms.

I don’t know how much time passed, but once I realized he was sleeping soundly, I carefully detached him from my breast and placed him in his crib.

I watched him for a few moments, relieved to finally see him peaceful. Then I went to the bathroom and discarded the milk that remained in the glass.

When I returned to the nursery, I found Augusto standing with his arms crossed, staring directly at me.

I jumped, afraid he might have seen something.

“Did he drink it all?” he asked, pointing to the bottle I was holding.

“Yes. I just needed to rinse it out,” I replied, handing it to him.

Augusto looked at his son, who was sleeping peacefully in the crib.

“His little belly is even fuller. It’s been days since he’s slept this peacefully.”

He fell silent for a moment before turning his attention back to me.

“I don’t know how you managed to get him to drink the milk, but I hope you’re not up to something. For now, you’re hired.”

I silently thanked God that he hadn’t discovered my secret, even though I was trembling inside just imagining what would happen if the truth came out.

He would probably accuse me of putting his son at risk. I’d lose my job and might never be able to work for another family in the area.

“Thank you so much, sir. I won’t disappoint you,” I replied, barely able to contain my excitement.

At last, I’d found a job that paid well enough to help my family.

“You’ll be solely responsible for him,” Augusto declared before leaving the nursery.

I kept staring at the door for a few seconds. As soon as I was alone, I sank into the armchair, feeling fear take hold of my entire body.

I’d have to nurse Noah in secret.

And if Augusto ever discovered my secret, I would be completely lost.