The CEOs Fated Nanny

Theodore

"Isa wait. Let's talk about this baby, you can't say something like that and just leave," I plead with my wife softly, trying to get her to rethink her decision. Isabel has always been much too stubborn for her own good.

"No! There's nothing to talk about Theodore and you know it," she says calmly while staring at me, daring me to fight her on this.

Usually, at this point I back off and let her have her way but not this time. This time I have to be more stubborn than she could ever be.

"You're not leaving Isabel, I won't let you. How could you even think about leaving us? Are you even thinking about me? Our family? Our children?!" I ask with quiet anger.

She laughs loudly and that makes my blood boil. She knows that Ethan and Emile are in the next room but she makes no effort to avoid disturbing their sleep. Another instance of Isabel being too selfish to be a good mother.

"Am I even thinking about us?" she asks incredulously after her deep laughter. "We both know there is no 'us' Theodore. The farce has gone on for as long as it can and I can finally call quits."

"Isa-"

She puts her hand up to cut me off while pacing up and down the large master's bedroom. I look out the door, concerned that her loud voice is causing a disturbance to our twins.

"And our families? They have gotten what they wanted after forcing us into this loveless marriage. Why keep on going with it when they have moved on?!"

Her sea blue eyes stare at me defiantly.

I want to oppose her, but even I can't deny it. The business between the Renaults and Thompsons that made both families decide to have their heirs marry each other has long since been concluded, leaving Isabel and I to live out the consequences.

I would never have agreed to the arrangement if Isabel wanted no part of it so we both agreed to resign ourselves to a loveless marriage. We have been comfortable going about our lives living under one roof for the past three years. At least, that's what I thought.

"This-this is not what we agreed to Isa," I say quietly as I think of her request for a divorce.

Even though we never fell in love, we developed a unique friendship surrounding our situation and her decision to leave feels like a betrayal.

Her eyes soften as she holds my gaze. "Theodore, I'm sorry for going against our initial agreement. You're a wonderful friend...but I want more. I want my freedom."

I stare into her eyes and I see just how serious she is. If I let her leave, she won't come back. This isn't one of her usual hasty decisions.

"You want your freedom? If I let you leave what do I get from that?" I ask quietly as I walk out of the French windows while massaging my head. I can already feel the headache coming.

Isabel's heels announce her joining me on the balcony.

"Do you remember your life before we got married?" She asks behind me. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that carefree young boy who was in love. You can go back to that time, Theodore. You can leave everything, the kids, the businesses, our families. You don't have to pretend anymore."

As the soft breeze hits my face, I think about the past. Isabel has a point. I was much happier before getting married and inheriting my family's business empire.

A soft smile graces my face as I think of the person behind that happiness but that smile is short-lived when I remind myself how much things have changed.

I turn around to face my wife. "Neither of us are nineteen anymore Isabel!"

I watch as her face hardens and her eyes become fierce once again but I continue. "We have responsibilities to bear. We are parents, we have businesses to run, we can't afford to be so naive Isabel!"

"You might choose to be stuck in a stagnant fucking life cleaning up after babies but I refuse to deal with that! The divorce papers will be here tomorrow morning." She marches out of the room and heads downstairs.

"Isabel!" I bolt after her, fuelled by anger.

Waiting for me on the ground floor is Mrs Jenkins, longtime housekeeper for my family. Her wide eyes and concerned expression make me pause my pursuit.

"Theo-"

"I'll be back. Watch over the kids for me-"

The loud and luxurious sound of Isabel's car engine steals our attention. With my fists clenched in frustration, I sprint out of the house and into my car, racing after Isabel.

She drives carelessly, as someone who has had a chauffeur her entire life. As I swerve after her, I wonder if I should just let her go. It was clear to anybody who knew her that Isabel was not meant to be domesticated. After all, she has always been rebellious and spoiled silly. Maybe dissolving our marriage would be best...

But when I think of Ethan and Emile, my foot presses harder on the gas. I won't allow my children to grow up without the presence of both parents, like I did.

As I trail behind her, my thoughts consumed by desperation and frustration, I watch as Isabel's car suddenly swerves to avoid a vehicle cutting her off.

My heart sinks as I watch it all onfold.

A second later, Isabel's car hits a lamppost, spinning out of control. The sound of glass breaking and metal making contact with metal fills the air.

I slam the brake and jump out of my car, racing to the crash.

"Isabel!" My voice is so raw with pain that I hardly recognize it and a million thoughts run through my head.

I drag open the car door and the world immediately goes silent.

"No...no...no..."

I reach out and wrap my hands around hers in a daze, searching for a pulse or any other sign of life, refusing to believe this is anything but a dream. It becomes harder and harder to deny reality when witnesses surround me and the sound of sirens in the distance grows louder.

Isabel is gone.

Nova

He grabs my right leg, kissing his way up to the inside of my leg, making me moan in anticipation. Right when he is about to get dangerously close, he goes back down and kisses up my other leg.

I groan with a voice filled with longing. "Stop teasing me, please I need to feel you inside me."

"Oh sweetheart, we've only just begun," the mysterious man says in a baritone voice that makes my core tighten.

He slides his finger up and down my center and pushes inside me. Slowly, he slides in and out, gradually increasing his pace until I'm barely able to hold back the sounds that come out of my lips. I stop trying entirely when he slides a second finger into my moist center.

"Is that what you want sweetheart?" he asks and I can hear just how much he enjoys watching me writhe under him.

Before I can reply, he bends down and uses his tongue on me, destroying whatever self control I have left. The sound of his strained breathing and the pressure of his hardness against me makes me throb against his finger and tongue.

"God, I'm almost there, please, please don't stop," I say barely above a whisper, but I know he hears because he increases his pace even more.

The next thing I know he flicks me down there and I start to feel my muscles tightening around his finger, drowning me in pleasure when....my alarm rings.

Beep, beep, beep.

I sit upright in my bed, looking around my room and trying to separate the dream from reality. Even as the details become fuzzy, I still remember the touch on my skin and my core tightens trying to get back that feeling.

"I really need a good fuck'" I say to my empty room, even though I know I probably won't be getting one anytime soon.

When the haze of sleep clears, I get up and prepare for the day ahead.

Somehow, I have the good fortune of being the final candidate for the nanny position I applied for. A new position is all I need to start a new phase in my life and I am grateful to my roommate and best friend, Xander, for recommending me for the job.

The interview process was surprisingly seamless. I was honest about my lack of experience with nannying, but my determination to do the best of what is required of me must have resonated with the elderly housekeeper who was in charge of the interview.

I pick a dress out of the few clothes I have here and put it on. Luckily for me, moving to my employer's mansion where I will live and work, was completely paid for as part of my nanny privileges.

When I am ready to leave, I write a short note for Xander who is at work, and paste it on the fridge. Then I step out, officially ready to start my new position.

In some time, I arrive at the mansion and ring the bell at the gate. After confirming my name and reason for being there, I am allowed in.

"How do you do, Nova?" The housekeeper at the door asks with a smile in her motherly voice as she lets me in. She is just as friendly as she was the day of my interview.

"I'm doing fine Mrs Jenkins. Just nervous about my new job is all," I say honestly as I take in the luxury. The house looks like something out of a movie and it takes everything in me to hold back an impressed whistle.

"Oh you'll be fine dear," Mrs Jenkins says with a gentle chuckle. "The kids are darlings and you have nothing to fear from them."

"All parents say this about their kids," I reply under my breath.

At first I was sure she wouldn't hear but when her eyes twinkle and a crackly laugh leaves her throat, I know she did. I like her.

As she confidently leads me upstairs, she gives me a brief history of the house and the family. Finally, she says, "All your things have already been moved up to your room so you have nothing to worry about. Rest up and tonight I will introduce you to the twins."

She opens the door to a wide and spacious room filled with all my things. My mouth hangs open as I marvel at the beauty of the room and how much it aligns with my dream bedroom.

"If you need anything, just let me know dear," Mrs Jenkins says and starts to close the door.

Immediately, I start walking around the room, checking for all my properties and enjoying the feeling of luxury against my skin. After that, I sit on the soft bed and reach out for the nanny handbook, which contains all the information I need to know about my new job, and I go straight to the page about my employer. What does someone have to do to afford such luxury?

Before I can start reading, my door slowly slides open and a young girl with curly blond hair and a bright pink dress runs in and climbs on the bed besides me.

"Hello, how do you do? I'm Emile, not Emily," she says with an amusing frown, like the thought of being called Emily annoys her. "You must be the new nanny. You're here to replace Mrs Jenkins because she getting old and she can't find her glasses even though they're right there. Right?"

"Oh hi." I'm still adjusting to her sudden presence and bubbly personality when a quiet knock on the door introduces me to her twin brother, Ethan.

He remains standing by the door with a teddy in his hand observing me with curious honey brown eyes so I say, "You must be Ethan. It's nice to meet you! Come over and sit besides me."

"It's nice to meet you too," he says quietly as he walks to the bed and climbs onto it. His cute manners makes me smile widely.

"And Emile," I make sure to not say Emily, "I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. I'm Nova and yes, I am the new nanny. I'm here to take care of both of you and help Mrs Jenkins find her glasses."

Emile's infectious laugh fills the room and it makes Mrs Jenkins give us an amused look as she walks in with a tray of tea.

"Both of you are supposed to be in your rooms. What are you doing here? Allow Miss Nova rest, dears. She has had a long journey." She is scolding them but the warmth in her eyes shows how much she cares for the twins.

Emile and Ethan both look up at her pouting and Emile says, "We just wanted to say hello to Miss Nova. Can we stay? Just a little?"

Mrs Jenkins looks at me for permission and I nod. "Of course you can! I'm happy to have you here with me."

The smile the two children give me in response warms my heart and is enough reason to spend time with them all night and for the first time since Xander brought up this job opportunity, I am fully convinced about working here.

Shortly after, Mrs Jenkins leaves after dropping the tea on the table in the middle of my room and chatting with us for a bit.

"So what is the name of your teddy bear?" I ask Ethan.

"It's our teddy bear, Miss Nova. And his name is Teddy," Emile answers immediately with an innocent smile on her face. Ethan only nods to confirm what she says.

"That's a great name. You know, I once had a friend named Teddy too," I say cheerfully, ignoring the ache that is always in my chest when I think about him.

"Teddy's name is Teddy Thompson because daddy's name is Teddy Thompson," Emily explains distractedly as she plays with the toy.

"No, Emi. Daddy's name is Theodore. Theodore Thompson, Emi," Ethan corrects her calmly.

My hand freezes mid-play and my heart races, refusing to accept the coincidence. The playing children have no idea what effect that name has on me.

A shaky reply is all I can give. "What?"

Just then, the sound of a car driving in makes Emile and Ethan jump up in happiness.

"Daddy's back!"

As the twins hold each of my hands and drag me downstairs, I hollowly follow them as thoughts cloud my head. There's no way, absolutely no way, that Fate could be so wicked.

As the foyer comes into view and I lock my gaze on the figure at the door, a shocked gasp leaves my lips, drawing his attention to me.

The same piercing blue eyes, chiseled jawline and commanding presence that once left me breathless.

Theodore Thompson.

The man who fucked up my life.

"You what?!!"

I put my palm to my ears dramatically. It is much too early to deal with noise but I know Xander deserves an explanation for why I returned with only the clothes on my back last night.

She was gracious enough to let me sleep without having to talk about it but her curiosity has gotten the best of her.

So here we are, two girls sitting on her bed in the darkness of the early morning.

"Can't we talk about it after you get back from work?" I groan and fall back onto the soft pillows, trying to escape the conversation.

"How do you fucking expect me to face Mr Thompson today without knowing the full fucking story?!" she shrieks.

I groan again, louder this time, when I hear his name. Last night, after finding out the Theodore Thompson I knew is my new employer, I ran out of his house as fast as my legs could carry. I can feel my face turn a little red as I think of what Mrs Jenkins and the children must think of me now. And him...

"Oh shit!" I sit up in bed immediately and ask Xander, "Will this won't affect your job? I know how much of a risk recommending me must have been."

Alexandra, my best friend since college, has good things going on for her. Unlike me, she actually finished college and has a life. She works as an executive assistant in a famous business company, a company I now know belongs to Theodore Thompson, and it would break my heart if she loses her job because of me.

She rolls her big doe eyes and says, "Fuck him. Are you shitting me? If I had known Mr Theodore, my amazing employer who is one of the most handsome men and eligible bachelors, is actually Teddy, the love of your life who turned out to be a fucktard asshole who ruined shit for you, I never would have made you go anywhere near him!"

I smile because of her sharp words but that quickly turns into a playful frown when she looks at me accusingly. "You! How the fuck did you not know who your employer is? I passed the nanny handbook to you and everything."

I fall back into the bed, not bothering to explain how I glossed over the part of the handbook describing the children and my new employer, preferring to come to my own impression of them.

"What am I going to do, Xander? I absolutely need this job to pay for the studio."

The plan has always been to work hard and earn enough money to buy a music studio and launch my career as an instrumentalist. But now I'm back to square one.

"Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe I should just move back in with-"

"No bitch! You're going forward in life not back," Xander says encouragingly. She shimmies closer and lies besides me, taking my hand in hers.

"You're not going back there, Nova. Stay here, forever if you have to, and think of another way. You're not giving up on your dreams yet girl."

I squeeze her hands in silent thanks as the sun slowly lights up the room. In the silence that follows, I listen to her heartbeat until I drift away.

**********

As I stand in front of the music studio with my eyes fixed on the sleek glass door, the muffled sound of instruments trailing out fills me with excitement and determination.

In my mind's eyes, I see myself walking through these doors, instruments in hand and ready to create.

"One day," I mutter as I walk away.

On my way home, my mind drifts to my childhood and memories of love, laughter and music. There was always music playing, making it a huge part of my life.

Everyone around me back then knew I was meant to make music. I would tell anyone who was interested enough to listen about my plan. Study music, get a degree, and become the world's best instrumentalist.

Back when everything seemed so straightforward and sure. Before my life took a drastic turn. Before I met Theodore Thompson.

He was so confident and world wise, telling me about all the places he's visited and the things he did there, but he was also very kind and soft, Iike when he would look into my eyes like I was the only girl in the world.

And I, who had never even thought about having a boyfriend before, found myself falling head over heels in love with him.

My chest aches as I think about the months I spent with him, ignoring warnings against rushing into things, ignoring warnings against falling for a rich boy on summer vacation.

The night before he was to return to the city was the first night I slept out. We laid under the moonlight talking about our future together.

When he began kissing my body, I offered no resistance and fully surrendered myself to him, allowing him to bring me pleasure I had never felt before.

And that was the last time I heard from him.

Refusing to believe what was clear to everyone else, I ran away from home in search of Theodore. I tracked him down to his house in the city, just in time to see him walking out...with his bride.

And just like that, reality came crashing down on me.

My first taste of heartbreak was on a busy street in a strange city, alone and watching the man I loved drive away with another woman, his new bride.

If only that was the end of it...

I sigh deeply and shake my head, forcing away thoughts of the past. Theodore Thompson's involvement in my life all those years ago was a mistake and I will never be able to erase the consequences of trusting him.

But this time, I won't allow myself to make the same mistake. I have to resign the nanny position and stay as far away from Theodore as I can.

The more I think about it, the more determined I am. I won't let Theodore Thompson fuck up my life all over again.

"Excuse me, Miss."

I turn around in time to see two big men in dark suits get up from the bench they were sitting on and approach me.

"You need to come with us."