THE BILLIONAIRE'S NANNY

CHAPTER ONE

"Gosh!

Was there anything less dignified than searching for your underwear?" Charlotte cursed under her breath.

She picked up the man's pants and gave them a little shake.

Nothing!

She dropped to her knees and looked under the bed.

No sign of her underwear.

She was beginning to sweat and couldn't look up at the man seated on the bed.

He was so different from the other guys she had spent the night with.

He gave her more than her normal pay, and the sex was just too good.

Is it because he's so good-looking?

She never enjoyed having sex with different men and sometimes cried while they were at it-but this was just different.

"If you're looking for these?" Charlotte heard the handsome man say.

She looked up to see him dangling her panties from one finger to the other.

"Like seriously!" She bit her lower lip and shot him a glare.

She jerked them from his hand, and he gave an annoying chuckle.

He didn't smile or grin last night, and now he just chuckled. Even if he looked cuter while chuckling- to hell with him for mocking me, Charlotte thought as she got to her feet.

She tightened her hold on the towel around her body and started walking toward the bathroom.

"Wait," she heard the man say.

She stopped and turned to look at him.

"Take this," he said, stretching what seemed like a business card to her.

She walked to him but didn't take it.

"You want me to be your personal sex partner? No!" Charlotte shook her head.

"Don't think I'm doing this because I enjoy it. It's just because I don't have a choice!" she added, tears building up in her eyes.

She always hated the fact that she cried easily.

"Hey! You should listen to what I have for you before jumping to conclusions," the man said calmly.

"I don't want anything from you. I know you paid me more than you're supposed to, but I..." Charlotte was saying but stopped when she heard the man's next words.

"I need a nanny for my daughter, and I want you to apply for it," he said, leaving her in three seconds of shock.

A nanny?

For his daughter?

He has a child already?

Wow!

Who would want a sex worker as a nanny for his daughter?

This sounds crazy!

"I... I-why do you want me as your daughter's nanny?" Charlotte asked, not sure if she was recovering from the shock of him having a child or the shock of him wanting her to care for that child.

"I just want you as my daughter's nanny," he shrugged like it was nothing. But she knew deeply that there was something behind it.

What if he wants to harm her?

"I'm not interested!" she said sternly before walking into the bathroom.

Charlotte walked out of the bathroom fully dressed and was not surprised when she found the creepy man gone.

He must have figured out that I know of his plan.

"What if I had fallen for it?" she said, shuddering at the thought.

Well... Madam Sophia would not give her to a dangerous man.

She picked her bag and hurried out of the room without looking back.

She got downstairs where the bar was situated and sighted Madam Sophia from afar.

She walked toward the pretty woman, who was in her early fifties. Her short curly hair was dyed gold and her face was all made up, her lips shining with the red lip gloss she had applied.

Her tight gown was made of leather with tiny sparkles all over it. Her shoes blinked too.

She dressed that way every single day, and if you didn't know her well enough, you'd never guess she was in her fifties.

She looked far younger than her age.

Every step she took drew attention, and everyone drinking in the bar knew she was the owner of the bar and brothel.

With her appearance, one might think she was a stern woman-but she was so nice and down to earth.

She treated her customers right, which always kept her bar full to the brim.

"Charlotte!" she smiled widely as she saw Charlotte approaching her.

Among her sex workers, she had a special liking for Charlotte. She knew Charlotte didn't like the job but needed all the financial help she could get-and that's why she only called her when there were influential people around.

"Madam Sophia," Charlotte called.

"Do you need a drink?" Madam Sophia asked.

"No."

"So... how was it?" she asked with a little smile, knowing the lady was always unhappy after the job.

If only she had the degree to get a more decent job.

"He gave me much more than my pay," Charlotte said.

"I knew it! Logan Grayson is an influential man, and I felt so honored to have him in my bar last night. He also gave me more than we bargained!" Madam Sophia laughed happily.

"Logan Grayson?" Charlotte thought. The name rang a bell, but she shrugged it off.

"But he's kind of creepy," Charlotte said.

"No, he's not. You only think so," Madam Sophia assured her, noticing the worried and confused look on her face.

"Is anything wrong? Did he do something to you?" Madam Sophia asked.

"No... but," Charlotte was saying but was interrupted when Madam Sophia was called away.

"We'll talk over the phone, honey," Madam Sophia said before hurrying away.

Charlotte sighed and started walking out of the bar, ignoring the men's hungry gazes on her body.

Charlotte alighted from the cab in front of her house and paid the cabman.

She opened the gate and walked into the compound.

She started heading to her apartment but stopped when she saw a teenage girl walk out of her door, slamming it hard.

She knew the girl was a student at her younger brother's school.

The girl walked past her, and it was then Charlotte noticed the pretty girl was in tears.

"Again!" Charlotte thought furiously, knowing her younger brother was a playboy.

What the hell is wrong with Ethan! she thought, turning to comfort the girl-but she had already walked out the gate.

She rubbed her forehead and bit her lips angrily before walking into the house.

"Hey, sis," Ethan said, bending to peck his sister on the cheek.

"Fuck off," Charlotte said, walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

"Ouch," Ethan groaned.

"Charlotte, what was that, huh?" he asked, following her into the kitchen.

Charlotte opened the fridge and brought out a chilled bottle of water.

"Charlotte!" Ethan pouted.

She grabbed a glass and poured herself some water, still ignoring him.

She gulped it down while Ethan watched her.

He knew the job she was doing, and he knew she did it just for his sake-and their stepmother's.

Any time she came back looking tired, he pitied her and felt pure rage at himself.

If it wasn't for him, his sister wouldn't engage in such a job.

But she wouldn't even allow him to work, even a part-time job.

She insisted on providing everything-and he knew it wasn't easy.

If only their parents weren't dead.

If only their stepmother never had that accident while she was working different jobs just to feed them.

Now everything was on Charlotte alone.

"Hey, Ethan!" Charlotte called.

"I thought you were ignoring me," Ethan said.

"I was-until I saw you were lost in thought," Charlotte rolled her eyes.

"Ohh," Ethan scratched his hair.

"Are you probably thinking about the girl that left here in tears?" Charlotte asked.

"Ohh... you mean Candy?" Ethan asked.

"I don't care what her name is. Ethan! This will be the thirtieth time a girl has walked out of this apartment in tears!"

"Thirtieth? C'mon sis. You exaggerate so much. It's not even up to twenty times. It should be the eighteenth time or so," Ethan said.