Billionaire Daddy and Nanny 1(106)

“You say one thing and you do another. I don’t know why, but I’m willing to give you a chance to play by my rules. Don’t call me. Girls might wait for your phone call, but this time you’re the one that’s going to be waiting.” I backed away from him. I got into my car and drove with one hand on the steering wheel and my eyes on him standing there like he didn’t know what to make of what happened. It didn’t go exactly as planned, but it was a good start.



Two days later and I wanted to see how he was faring. I decided to stop by using Jason’s car, considering that he did owe me a favor for landing the big fish of Marshall Peters. The commission check was quite something and gave me the chance to buy that new leather jacket that I had my eye on.

I sat there in the car at the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning thinking that I was going to catch him with his pants down. His car was on the road, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t pick up some strange piece of ass in the evening hours. I took out my high-powered binoculars and zoomed in on the house from overlooking the hill. I wanted to be out of the way, so that nobody would notice me, especially at this early hour.

I had my hair in a ponytail, wearing a pair of black jogging pants and a blue spandex top that had me looking like any other jogger that might find their respite by putting their feet on the pavement.

He finally emerged about an hour after I arrived. He was wearing this ratty old bathrobe that looked like it had seen better days. He picked up his paper, glanced in my general direction, but there was no way for him to know that I was there. He lived in one of those double duplexes that had a more conventional feel.

He didn’t look like I remembered. He was not shaved; his hair unruly and there were bags underneath his eyes like he hadn’t slept in days. I could hope that was due to my influence in his life. I was worried that some buxom young barmaid was going to step up behind him and wrap her arms around his waist.

I had the window down and I could feel the cool breeze. It made me know that I was alive. I hadn’t called him in two days and I wanted him to feel what it was like for the female gender. This did not look like an act. This was necessary to see him fall from grace. I had arranged for us to meet later that afternoon. Once I found out where he lived, I went to the small shops in the area and had discussions with the owners. I knew how to flirt information out of any man. It didn’t take long to find out that Marshall had a habit of going shopping for his supplies on Saturday afternoon at precisely 2:00 PM.

The door to his condo was wide open and his ears perked up like he was a dog trained to sniff out anything that would make his alarms go off. He rushed in and grabbed the phone with a look of anticipation on his face. Once he started to talk, his expression changed like it wasn’t exactly who he was hoping for. I could read lips a little bit and I could ascertain that he was talking to his mother. I wondered if they really did have a good relationship.

My phone began to buzz in my pocket. That initial vibration and looking at his handsome but disheveled face had turned me on something fierce. I let it buzz for a few seconds, closing my eyes and letting my mind drift with images of his naked body to fuel my fantasy.

I could’ve easily let my fingers do the walking, but I had already done that a couple of days ago. He wasn’t the only one that could use what god gave them to give themselves pleasure. I had the advantage with several interesting implements. I had an addiction and I would go to the local sex shop and get my thrill by buying things that I really didn’t need. I was exactly the same as those guys, but my habit didn’t cost more than the gross national product of Lebanon.

I finally sighed, shivered in place and let the excitement slowly diminish to a simmer. I turned on the speaker portion of my phone and the voice that greeted me was somebody that wasn’t very happy.

“I know that you said that you needed a month to complete this transaction. There might be a problem.” I didn’t like that word. Problems were made to find solutions. “I think that you may have noticed that there was one in our little group that wasn’t saying much when we met. Julia has misgivings and has been thinking about telling him what we are up to. I’ve tried to talk her out of it, but she won’t listen to me.” I could tell that Lillian was at her wit’s end. I was worried about Julia and the way that she kept looking away during our conversation in my office.

“It might be time for an intervention. Get her over to your house on some pretense. I’ll be there to confront her with you. I have some news of my own, but I think that it should wait until everybody is present. It’s nothing to worry about, but it does change things. I’ll explain when I see you. Send me a text message to confirm the time that I should show up at your place.” I hadn’t told them that he had caught me, but I didn’t want to make them think that all was lost.