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    The Nanny and the Playboy
    The Nanny and the Playboy
    The Nanny and the Playboy
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    The Nanny and the Playboy

    By Sam Crescent

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    Wayne Myers is a playboy, and doesn’t have time in his life for children. When a little boy is handed to him with the claim to be his son, Wayne knows without a doubt that he’s not the father. Until he can prove it, though, what the hell is he to do with a damn kid?

    Temperance Michaels has been a nanny for twelve years, and she’s tired of the constant heartache when she has to walk away. She knows she has to find something else to do with her life, so when she gets a call from Wayne, her first instinct is to turn him down. But after hearing about the young boy who has lost his mother, she caves.

    Now that Wayne has a nanny, he intends to lead his own life again. But he didn’t anticipate being attracted to the raven-haired beauty. Temperance is not like any of the women he’s ever been with, and she’s getting under his skin. With Temperance and Timothy in his life, Wayne has the chance to find out what it’s like to have a family of his own, at least for a while. After temporarily enjoying having a woman and a kid, he intends to give them both up.

    Will this playboy take a chance or return to his womanizing ways?

    A brand-new series that will have the theme of men falling for their nanny.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateOct 19, 2017
    ISBN9781773394565
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      The Nanny and the Playboy - Sam Crescent

      Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

      www.evernightpublishing.com

      Copyright© 2017 Sam Crescent

      ISBN: 978-1-77339-456-5

      Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

      Editor: Karyn White

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

      WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      THE NANNY AND THE PLAYBOY

      The Nannies, 1

      Sam Crescent

      Copyright © 2017

      Chapter One

      What the fuck am I supposed to do with a kid? Wayne Myers stared at the floor of his office where social services had just dropped off his son. Yeah, he was getting a DNA test all over that shit as he wanted fuck all to do with this kid.

      Running a billion-dollar corporation didn’t give him time to deal with a four-year-old. The boy in question, Timothy, was sitting on his office floor, running a car along the edge of his building.

      What would you like me to do, sir? Frances asked.

      He glared at his PA, and wanted to tell her to take the damn kid herself. The woman was fifty years old and had a gazillion grandkids. I want testing. I want proof that he’s … even mine. I don’t have time for this shit, and while you’re at it, get me someone who takes care of kids. A babysitter or something. I don’t have time to deal with him.

      For a split second, he saw the disappointment on Frances’s face before she hid it. He didn’t care. He wasn’t a man who dealt with these … problems.

      He didn’t even know who the woman was, only that she’d been killed and his name had been related to her. Four years ago, he was supposed to have knocked up some woman, and Timothy was the result.

      Staring at the kid, Wayne watched as he drove a single car around the edge of his office. Providing the kid stayed quiet, he’d be able to work. Moving behind his desk, he sat down and just stared at his computer screen.

      Women were a source of entertainment for him. He used them for what simple pleasure he could have. The women he’d known were the kind who were always trying to further their careers, gold-diggers, or spinsters.

      There was a knock on the office door, and he watched as Timothy looked up with a huge smile on his face, only for it to disappear as soon as James entered the room.

      James was Wayne’s friend.

      Well, Frances told me the good news, James said, closing the door behind him. What happened?

      I was pulled out of a meeting by a social worker who dumped him here with a black bag. They’d been trying to contact me, but I wasn’t answering. As if I’d answer any damn call from some social service department. I have no need for them.

      James bent down, smiling at Timothy. Hello, little man. I’m James.

      Timothy looked at James’s hands and shook his head. Mommy said I wasn’t allowed to talk to strangers.

      His speech was so clear even for a four-year-old.

      James laughed. Your mother was so right. Don’t worry. We won’t be strangers for long. He ruffled Timothy’s hair and moved toward the seat in front of Wayne’s desk. You’ve got an intelligent one.

      Timothy went back to driving his car along the edge of the building.

      It doesn’t matter what I have. A few tests will show that the woman is wrong and that kid isn’t mine. He glanced at his friend to see James staring at him. What is it?

      I’m just shocked at how disgusted you look. Is it really so abhorrent to think of having a child?

      There’s no way I have a kid.

      So what’s the story?

      His mother’s dead, and now they’re trying to dump the kid on me.

      James glared at him, pressing a finger to his mouth.

      Wayne shook his head. What is it?

      Instead of answering, his friend got up, going toward the door. Frances, so sorry to be a pest. Could you take little Timothy for some soda and a sandwich? I bet he’s hungry.

      Wayne didn’t stop James from ordering his PA. Frances came in, smiled at Timothy, and led the little boy away.

      What the fuck is your problem? James asked, closing the door.

      What have I done?

      That boy is clearly missing his mother, and you just come out and say she’s dead? He’s already with a strange man that everyone is claiming is his dad, but you can’t even crack a smile! Can’t you think of the kid’s needs for once?

      It’s a trick. To try and get money out of me.

      "For crying out loud. You had one woman try to extort money out of you for a pregnancy that wasn’t there. This boy is an innocent. He’s not here to get anything out of you. He doesn’t even want you. He’s as far away from you as possible. Can’t you see that?"

      Wayne looked at the space that Timothy had been in. It was as far as he could go.

      You really need to take a good, long look in the mirror. When did you become such a cold, unfeeling bastard? I get that you keep the women at bay because a lot of them just want your bank balance. But that boy is a baby. A kid. Have some damn feelings.

      Shame washed over Wayne. From the moment the social worker dropped Timothy off, he’d felt like he’d been burdened with a curse.

      He’d not thought about what the boy was going through. He wouldn’t think of Timothy as his son.

      I … apologize.

      You can save that shit for Timothy.

      Why do you care so much?

      James snorted. You’re for real right now. You know, I’m actually ashamed that I’ve been your friend for so long. I can’t believe for a second that you’re thinking like this. He’s a boy, Wayne. A kid and an innocent, which is how every boy and girl start out. Think about that the next time you’re glaring at him.

      His friend headed toward the office door.

      Where are you going?

      Far away from you right now because I don’t want to be in your company.

      James slammed the door closed and Wayne sat back, running a hand down his face. He’d been a bastard, and he knew it.

      Kids were not something he ever thought of having.

      He had learned a long time ago that children were just pawns to be used, and he had no interest in bringing children into an uncertain world.

      Wayne rubbed at his eyes. For the first time in his life, he felt tired, exhausted, and he didn’t know what to do.

      When it came to running a billion-dollar company and being responsible for people’s jobs all over the world, he knew what to do. Put a four-year-old kid in front of him, and he was struggling. He didn’t know what to do or how to do it.

      He was screwing everything up, and that wasn’t good. Timothy wasn’t to blame, no matter what happened, and Wayne had become a monster and treated him as if it was all his fault. He knew absolutely nothing about kids or what to do with them. They were not part of his life or his future.

      His empire was what he cared about. Not sniveling little brats.

      Timothy hadn’t been crying, though. No, because Wayne had been shouting, the little boy had been scared, and now he felt like the world’s cruelest man. He wasn’t a bad man. He just wasn’t a dad.

      There was no way he knew how to be a dad.

      His own dad hadn’t been around, and neither had his mother. Everything that he’d earned, he’d done it himself.

      This was his life, and he didn’t have time for a kid that wasn’t his. There was no way Timothy was his, and as soon as he could, he was getting rid of him. He bagged his dick up every single time he was with a woman, and he never used condoms that were provided by the woman. There were a few rules he lived by, and he wouldn’t change, not for anyone.

      Wayne tapped his finger on the desk.

      Until he could prove Timothy wasn’t his, he needed to do something so that he didn’t have to deal with this kid.

      A nanny was ideal, so he did a quick internet search and began to track down the perfect woman or man to take the job.

      Being a wealthy businessman, he’d learned that throwing money at a problem always helped to fix it no matter what.

      Within ten minutes, he’d lined up six nannies to interview, and all of them came really cheap.

      Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard having a kid after all.

      ****

      I’m afraid we’re going to have to let you go.

      Temperance Michaels had expected the news for the past couple of days now, so it wasn’t all that much of a shock.

      She’d been with the Thompsons for nearly three years, long before Robert married his current girlfriend, who couldn’t stand the idea of another woman being more important to his kids. What Catherine didn’t understand was that kids didn’t give a shit if you were an ex-supermodel or a world-famous singer, or even if you’re starring in the next big blockbuster.

      Children cared about if you were going to turn up at their plays, or love their artwork, help them with homework, being there all the time, no matter the time of day or night.

      Staring at Robert, her employer, she nodded.

      There was no point in ranting or raving.

      She didn’t believe in violence, nor did she believe in making a scene.

      I’m really sorry. It … didn’t work out.

      Robert was a very good-looking man, and he’d flirted with her a few times when she first came to live with him. From the start, she made him aware of her own boundaries, and how she wouldn’t be his little plaything when he wanted it.

      I will pack my things and leave immediately. It would kill her, leaving the four children that varied in age from fourteen to four. Damn it, even now she was close to tears.

      Robert and Catherine Thompson didn’t know what treasures they had.

      It was easier to leave than to stick around as children tended to cause a scene, and parents always got angry, and she didn’t want them upset any more than needed.

      You’re not going to argue? Robert asked. Demand to know why?

      I know why I’m leaving. There’s no need to bring it up. You want me gone, fine. His latest wife wanted her gone.

      Three days ago, Catherine had watched Robert’s youngest daughter Britney launch herself into Temperance’s arms and show her the new box that she’d made along with spelling out words they’d been practicing. When Catherine had tried to get a hug, Britney had pulled away and frowned at her.

      From that moment on Catherine had made Temperance’s life difficult. New rules had come into effect that meant Temperance had to stay away from the kids for a period of time. They were stupid rules, but she had to remember that the Thompsons were her employers, so she didn’t argue.

      She did her job to the best of her abilities, even if she was spewing hateful words in the back of her mind.

      Catherine had hated her because as far as the other woman was concerned, Temperance was too fat for anyone to like. In fact, when she first met Robert’s latest girlfriend, Catherine had even tried to apologize for the kids’ behavior using the excuse that they could be cruel. There had even been a hint that Temperance should go on a diet.

      The image of the Thompsons had to be flawless.

      A size eighteen nanny didn’t fit with the image the great Catherine wanted to showcase to the world.

      The kids hadn’t called her fat, nor had they treated her like dirt.

      She’d been with the kids several months before Catherine finally arrived on the scene, but it looked like she was gone again.

      Not that she blamed Robert or the family. Nannies were always replaceable. If she

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