A Nanny For The Billionaire's Son

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hunger vanished. All that was left

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those "I'm too busy" text

, I crossed the street and

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alone at lunch. Everyone bullied him. I was the one who sat down next to him.

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on, a black luxury car te

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into a puddle. Tires screamed. The

ead to toe. I was alive. Tha

shaking anger. The driver wo

ndow slowly

dark tailored suit. I knew tha

air Global's history, and the heir to a fo

Jordan was a

the sharp jaw, the broad shoulders, th

alm

down once. He didn

bundle of cash and tos

n the puddl

ed up, and the

dirty water. He had treated me like a beggar.

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swered, o

eet. My shirt was brown

rown cash at me like I was trash. And I was still j

eated everyone el

f nothing. One drink, to

tween two glass buildings. Dim lights, soft music. Ca

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oulder and pushed me back. Peopl

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