Forbidden desires

"Good morning sir!

I'm the new nanny,you asked that I resumed today".

"Oh,the one from coco?

Yes sir! I replied.

Welcome,settle in,tomorrow you begin your duties.

Breakfast is at 7:00pm not a minute delay.

sheyla's school bus arrives at exactly 7:30,pls no delay. She gets to choose her hairstyles. No tea,compulsory cake in lunch box,bedtime,9:00pm sharp,no exceptions understood?

"Yes, sir," I replied lost in thought trying to recollect all he just mentioned.

We would see later in the day he said as he stormed out with his dangling suitcase.

"My name is peri ....yes peri,short for periwrikles,chuckles ,"yes I know,who bears that? Well periwrikles was mum's favourite sea food as at the time I was born.

" Chaotic right? Took her a whole 9months to come up with a name and she settled for that ? Issssh to say that dad agreed to.....

"Miss peri?"

I Jolted into reality,"yes miss peri"I said amidst smiles."I see,well I am Janet the previous nanny,here to pack up my...."

Did you get fired? I asked concerned.

"Oh no, I didn't,"I am relocating with my family."

"Oh, nice I said," relieved.

"Any tips for me?" I asked smiling

"Well you might need an helmet to protect your head from sheyla's antics"she stated laughing.

"That bad?"I asked worried.

"Oh, no, come on, I was only kidding,sheyla's a good girl,she only needs to get used to you,I hope she warms up to you soon."

"I'll leave you to settle in".

"Alright Janet,thank you and do have a safe trip."

* * *

As I stepped into the bedroom allocated to me, I was taken aback by its elegance. "Exquisite taste," I breathed, impressed. The king-sized bed was the centerpiece, with bamboo wood stands adorned with intricate, flowery patterns.

The artwork on the walls was a treasure trove of colors and emotions, a perfect antidote for a bad day.

I rushed into the bathroom, and my jaw dropped in wonder. "Never seen a bigger bathroom," I exclaimed, and it's in my favorite color, "purple!".

The marble tiles glistened like the ocean, radiating a sense of serenity. I flopped onto the bed, grinning from ear to ear.

"Home sweet home!" I squealed, feeling like the luckiest person alive. "I hope Sheyla and her father treat me as well as this room is decorated," I chuckled, laughter bubbling up from within.

* * *

Grrrrrrrrrrr! Grrrrrrrrrr! I woke up to a blonde-haired girl staring at me, her face inches apart from mine. I felt like I was dreaming, but when I closed and opened my eyes again, the unsettling reality remained.

I let out a terrified scream and sprinted to the door, only to remember I had just moved into Mr. Pius's house, who has a blonde-haired 9year old daughter, "Sheyla!"

I returned to the bedroom, trying to compose myself. "Sheyla?" I called, extending a hand in greeting. "Nice to meet you. I'm the new nanny."

Sheyla looked at my hand with disgust and pushed it away. "I don't like you!" she exclaimed. and "I want to have a cake!" she said, storming out of my bedroom.

I couldn't help but think, "It's only my first day, and I already have a hater!" Sheyla's parting words still lingered in the air. I murmured to myself, "Oh lord, remind me not to get on the bad side of Sheyla...

" Grrrrrrr... I picked up my phone to turn off the alarm and caught sight of the time - 6:00 p.m. already! I had slept for a long time.

Mr.pius had said I could resume work the next day,"why is sheyla being hostile toward me? "To say that she is requesting for a cake today of all days!.

Truth be told I had only started mastering my cake making skills after applying for this job.

Gina had suggested I included baking as a skill so I watched videos on YouTube to practice until I landed the job,well everything happened so fast, I got called up three days later,here I am in my full glory and disaster.

Walking into the kitchen my present dilemma could not distract me from seeing the kitchen in its glory,I would pay to cook here!

The utensils are arranged in order of their colours and sizes,they looked like they have never been used,sparkling clean!

It has a mother flipping air conditioner and an heat extractor!

Holly Molly! This is my dream kitchen!

I can barely put up with heat, and this kitchen is as cool as a paradise,I might as well move my bed here!.

I ran my hand on the cabinets they were so smooth and the sleek water sinks geez! I was lost in admiration until sheyla walked in.

"Hey! Are you going to stand there like an old,expired statues or bake my cake?"

Jolting back to reality I scrambled to find the cabinet where the pans and ingredients are kept. Sheyla's presence in the kitchen made me fidgety.

It took a while to find the cabinets, and the bitter girl stood there, watching me with disgust, without offering any help. Of course, she knew where they were!.

Once I found the cabinets, I moved on to the next phase of my dilemma: how to bake this cake.

Before I could start, Sheyla screamed, "Vanilla and little dots of strawberry flavor!" Then, she stormed out.

I muttered sadly, "Wait, I can barely bake a cake, and now it comes with a preference?" Maybe I should just pack up my bags and leave.

I'll probably end up fired after this attempt. Luckily, Sheyla had left, so I pulled up one of my favorite YouTube videos on how to bake a cake and followed the content creator's instructions.

I carefully measured out the ingredients, trying to focus on the recipe rather than my growing anxiety.

As I mixed and stirred, I couldn't help but think about Sheyla's demanding behavior. Why is this 9year old girl so determined to make my life difficult? Just as I was about to put the cake in the oven, I heard a faint cry from outside the kitchen.

"It's not supposed to be a plain vanilla cake! It's supposed to have little dots of strawberry flavor!" Sheyla's voice echoed through the hallway.

I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. "Okay, okay! I'll add the strawberry flavor!" I muttered under my breath, wondering how I was going to manage this.

As I frantically searched for strawberry flavoring, I knocked over a bag of flour, covering the countertop in a fine white powder. "Seriously?!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in frustration. Just then, Sheyla walked into the kitchen, a scowl on her face.

"What's taking so long? I want my cake now!"

I forced a smile onto my face, trying to placate Sheyla. "I'm so sorry, Sheyla. I'm just having a little trouble with the recipe. But I promise, your cake will be ready soon."

Sheyla crossed her arms, her scowl deepening.

"I better not have to wait much longer. I'm starving!"

I nodded hastily, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down my forehead. "Yes, of course. I'll just... um... add the strawberry flavoring now."

As I hastily added the flavoring, I couldn't help but wonder how I had ended up in this situation.

I was a nanny, not a professional baker! And yet, here I was, trying to create a elaborate cake for a demanding child. Just as I was about to put the cake in the oven, Sheyla spoke up again.

"And don't forget to make the frosting pink!" I felt a surge of frustration, but I bit my tongue and nodded.

"Yes, of course. Pink frosting." As I slid the cake into the oven, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation.

What other demands would Sheyla make? And would I be able to deliver? Twenty-five minutes later,the timer went off, and I carefully removed the cake from the oven.

It looked... decent. Not perfect, but decent. I let it cool for a few minutes before attempting to frost it.

As I mixed the frosting, I added a few drops of red food coloring to give it a pink hue.

Sheyla walked into the kitchen just as I was spreading the frosting onto the cake. "Is that... pink?" she asked, her voice laced with skepticism.

I nodded, trying to sound confident. "Yes, it's pink. Just like you asked for." Sheyla eyed the cake suspiciously, but didn't say anything else.

I took that as a good sign and continued to decorate the cake with sprinkles and edible glitter.

When I finished, I stepped back to admire my handiwork. The cake didn't look perfect, but it was... passable. I hoped Sheyla would be satisfied. "Okay, Sheyla, your cake is ready," I said, trying to sound cheerful.

Sheyla walked over to the counter, her eyes fixed on the cake. For a moment, she just stared at it. Then, her face scrunched up in distaste.

"This isn't what I wanted," she said, her voice dripping with disappointment.

My heart sank.

I had tried my best to make the cake according to sheyla's specifications, but apparently, it wasn't good enough.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to sound calm. "I thought I followed your instructions."

Sheyla crossed her arms, her face scrunched up in a scowl. "The frosting is too pink. And the sprinkles are wrong. I wanted rainbow sprinkles, not just colorful ones."

I felt a surge of frustration. How was I supposed to know the difference between colorful sprinkles and rainbow sprinkles?

"I'm sorry, Sheyla," I said, trying to sound apologetic. "I'll try to do better next time." But Sheyla just shook her head. "I don't want a next time. I want this cake to be perfect. Now."

I took a deep breath and tried to think of a solution. But before I could come up with anything, Sheyla's face lit up with a sly smile.

"I know what to do," she said, her voice dripping with mischief. "I would call my dad and ask him to bring home a new cake." My eyes widened in alarm. The last thing I wanted was for Sheyla's dad to come home and find out that I had failed to make a decent cake. But before I could protest, Sheyla had already grabbed the phone and was dialing her dad's number.