My Boss’s Desire

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

Serena

Augusto was suspicious of how I managed to get Noah to eat. He was always nearby, and every time I wanted to nurse Noah, I had to find a way to distract him or take the baby outside for a walk.

I kept hoping he would have exhausting meetings that would leave me alone with Noah for a while. That way, I could nurse him without anyone around to discover my secret.

Noah was growing more attached to me, and I was happy that I could help him during this time. At least my milk was good for something.

I picked Noah up and went for a walk through the garden, enjoying the gentle afternoon breeze. He was already starting to squirm, showing the first signs of hunger. I glanced around, searching for a secluded spot where I could hide without risking being discovered.

I found a more secluded area near a bench surrounded by enormous flowers and sat down. I looked around and, once I was certain no one was nearby, unbuttoned my blouse and exposed one of my breasts. My milk was already beginning to leak.

“Easy, sweetheart. You’ll be fed in a moment,” I murmured, trying to soothe Noah.

I brought my breast close to his mouth, and as soon as he caught the scent of the milk, he began nursing eagerly.

I relaxed my shoulders and let him feed peacefully. Less than five minutes had passed when I sensed someone nearby.

I turned my head and found Augusto staring at me with a stern expression.

I jumped in fright. In that instant, I was certain everything was over.

My sudden movement interrupted Noah’s feeding, and he looked up at his father. Then he broke into a smile, a few tiny drops of milk still clinging to the corners of his mouth.

And me? I could only stare at Augusto, completely at a loss for words.

Augusto

I was still trying to understand how a nineteen-year-old nanny who had barely arrived at my house had managed to win my son’s affection so quickly. On top of that, Noah would only accept being fed when he was with her.

Ever since Serena started working here, I had kept a close eye on her, but I had never managed to find anything that suggested unusual behavior.

“Mr. Augusto, you’re home early,” Teresa greeted me as I headed toward my office on the second floor.

I simply nodded and looked around. Everything was peaceful. The incessant crying of a child who never seemed satisfied was finally gone.

“Where’s Noah?” I asked, looking at Teresa.

“He’s in the garden with Serena.”

I nodded and continued to my office. I sat down at my computer and accessed the security cameras, searching for footage of the nanny with Noah.

I checked them one by one until I found the camera covering a more secluded part of the garden.

That’s when I saw her.

Serena was hidden near the roses, holding Noah in her arms and nursing him.

I stared at the screen in disbelief.

How was she breastfeeding my baby?

I zoomed in and watched Noah feed. When he briefly pulled away, I caught sight of Serena’s n****e and a few drops of milk trickling down.

A wave of heat rushed through my body. My own body reacted to the sight, and I realized with irritation that I was becoming aroused.

How could such an innocent scene provoke that kind of reaction in me?

The realization only made me angrier with myself.

I got up from my chair, adjusted my trousers, and headed toward the garden, determined to confront the nanny who, without even realizing it, was stirring up a storm inside me.

When I found her, I slowed my steps. I stopped behind her and watched Noah nursing peacefully, his tiny hands moving against Serena’s body.

He looked happy.

For one absurd moment, I felt jealous of my own son. I wanted to be in his place.

I shook my head, trying to push the ridiculous thought away. Was I losing my mind? He was a child, my son, and here I was, feeling jealous of him because of a woman.

I stayed beside them until Serena noticed my presence and turned her head.

She stared at me in alarm, her eyes wide.

Noah, on the other hand, smiled as soon as he saw me.

I simply kept looking at Serena, trying to understand what I was feeling and, more importantly, why the situation bothered me so much.

“So this is how you’ve been nursing him, Serena?” I asked, trying to keep my voice stern.

She shook her head nervously and tried to say something, but the words seemed to fail her.

I carefully took Noah from her arms and waited for him to finish nursing. When Serena finally composed herself and adjusted her blouse, I noticed a drop of milk trickling down the fabric.

I swallowed hard and looked away.

“Go to my office,” I ordered in the sternest voice I could manage.

Then I carried Noah back to his room.

I didn’t understand why I was so irritated. Was it because she had hidden this from me, or because I had felt jealous of a child?

Perhaps it was both.

I rocked Noah gently until he fell asleep. Then I placed him in his crib and headed to my office.

I stopped in front of the closed door and took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure before speaking to Serena.

When I entered, I found her sitting in the chair in front of my desk. She looked up at me, startled, worry written all over her face.

I sat down and studied her for a few moments. My gaze involuntarily drifted toward her chest, but I quickly forced myself to look back at her face.

I needed to focus.

“Can you explain why my son was nursing from your breast?” I asked, my voice as stern as I could make it.

“Sir, I can explain,” she replied quickly, struggling to organize her thoughts. “He smelled my milk and started searching for it. I tried giving him the bottle every way I could, but he wouldn’t accept any other milk. When I offered him mine, he finally fed and settled down.”

I was surprised by her answer, but I remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

“I swear I never meant to put him at risk. I’m a virgin, and I’m healthy.”

The revelation surprised me even more.

A virgin?

I didn’t know why that information affected me so much, but I felt my body tense up again. This was becoming ridiculous.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done? You breastfed my son without my permission and without telling anyone!” I demanded, keeping my eyes fixed on her.

Serena grew even more tense.

“I swear, sir, I never meant to hide this from you!” She stood up in desperation. “I was going to tell you, but I was waiting for the right moment. I need this job, sir.”

Her desperation was obvious. When I looked at her, I noticed milk stains on her blouse, and the fabric was already beginning to grow damp.

Without thinking, I took off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

“Go and change. I’ll call the doctor to make sure Noah is all right and have him assess the situation.”

My voice came out a little softer, although I maintained my stern expression.

“But understand one thing, Serena: whether you keep this job will depend on what the doctor says.”

She nodded, clutching my jacket against her body.

I left the office and went straight for the phone to call the doctor.

I needed to make sure Noah was all right. I needed to understand why he would only accept being fed by Serena.

But above all, I needed to figure out what was happening to me.

How could I become aroused simply by watching my son’s nanny’s breasts?

This couldn’t continue.