She must have lots of credentials, Damon thought. He paused and corrected himself – must have had credentials. His father would not have picked anyone less than Mariam Webster standard to look after Alex.
"Sorry about that," he said, feigning repentance. In reality, he was grinning.
"There's nothing funny about your assault, I don't see why you're wearing that ugly smirk on your face." She spat at him viciously. "I have a reputation and a code of conduct to maintain."
"You know, lately, hickeys are the ladylike standards, and I'll be more than happy to give that to you," Damon said cheesily.
"Jeez!! Can you be grosser,"
"Oh yes dear, it'd be my utmost pleasure to show you." Damon grinned foolishly.
"This is no joke, I keep to my standard. Mr. Walter wanted me here by three which is why I am here just in time. Strictness, Mr. Walter says his son needs that."
Did he?
Damon didn't know Alexander enough to say if he needed a strict nanny or not.
"Hm. I'm sure you'll impress him." He said lazily. "What other qualities do you possess?"
"I maintain people's privacy. I don't go about kissing strangers and imprisoning them." She retorted.
𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜. Damon smirked.
"I'm sure you'll take good care of Alexander so he won't be a spoiled brat like his big brother, don't you think?"
The nanny gave Damon a confused look.
"Big brother, are there two children? Mr. Walter did not mention a brother."
"I'm not surprised," Damon answered dryly. He had never been a son to his father.
"But he did make mention of some Damon son giving him problems."
"What?!!" Damon yelped, causing her to jump in fright and agitation. Instead of answering him she folded her arms and pursed her lips together.
"What did you say?" Damon demanded again.
She shook her head stubbornly.
"I shouldn't have said anything at all. Not about the child or his behavior. I'm being indiscreet, thanks to you."
Damon wasn't listening to the rubbish she was sputtering.
"The boy," He growled, "What did you call him?"
Lucia blinked and wondered the reason for the sudden change in emotion. He looked like a human wolf ready to transform into a vicious monster.
But she wasn't going to let him intimidate her. She raised her chin and answered him.
"Damon," She repeated boldly.
He couldn't believe this! He gritted his teeth.
"No,"
"Yes,"
"No," he said again. "His name is Alexander."
"No, " she replied firmly, "it's not,"
She reached into her bag and pulled out the document she had signed with Mr. Walter. She wondered who this stranger was and why he was so concerned about who the son was.
She held it out for him to see.
"See for yourself. It says right there. His name is Damon. I might have gotten to the wrong cottage," She repeated.
His father must have been very angry. It is linked. The way his father stared at him when he had hauled her into his arms and kissed her.
His father had many accusations against him now. His disregard for family issues and properties, kissing a total stranger, his nanny to be more precise.
He couldn't believe it. The old rogue had really hired a nanny to straighten him out!
He was sure his father would be congratulating himself on this latest achievement of his. Damon gritted so hard that his teeth almost pulled off from his gums.
His headache returned at a high velocity now. He drooled his head back and shut his eyes, his mind whirling furiously.
"𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒." His father's words were beginning to make sense to him.
It was all his father's doings.
"Mr… I'm sorry, I don't know your name.." the Nanny's voice broke through his bitter reverie.
"But you really need to let me go, I have to go to the right cottage."
Damon opened his eyes and glared at her.
She blinked again but met his glare with a determined look on her face.
Just how determined could she be? He couldn't imagine. But, he could bet he would run her off after twelve hours.
He put on his signature smirk. Did his father really think he was going to beg him or give up his rebellious ways and submit to him just because of a nanny?
Heck no! He thought wrong. He made the mistake of underestimating this son of his. Whatever he was paying Lucia Stones, it had better be a fortune, because she's gonna work for every dime she gets.
"You don't have the wrong cottage," Damon told her.
"But you said…" She looked around, confused. "Where is Damon?"
He smirked. A smirk of mischief with a wicked glint in his eyes. There was nothing pleasant about this.
"I'm Damon!"
She gaped at him. Her confused face made Damon smirk even harder.
"Welcome to your new job Ms. Stone. Obviously, my father had hired you to babysit me."
That was it! That was enough evidence to convince her that the man in front of her was a madman.
But he would be the most handsome psycho she had seen, ever. His beautiful hazel eyes and rough hand-combed black hair, with sharp definite jawlines, told of it. Not to forget the wicked smirk that always appeared on his face.
He kissed like ….
'Gosh Lucia, get a grip on yourself.' She chided herself. But the fact that she had never been kissed like that before remains.
She could bet, almost half of the women here in Los Angeles, California, would be fawning over him.
But she couldn't, she shouldn't. She was stoic and purposeful. No time for frivolities.
She had a job to do, a reputation to uphold, and was a role model to the younger generation.