The Nanny

Things were never supposed to get this messy. It was supposed to be easy; a quick way to get revenge. But I found myself more involved than her in a way that I never expected. Now it was too late to turn back. I was in too deep, my heart was too involved, and a part of me found the attention to be intoxicating. I thought I knew what I was getting into, but love and lust had a funny way of intertwining and confusing us. SIX MONTHS AGO A beautiful set of girls that couldn’t be more opposite sat side by side in an old black Chevrolet Nova with the hot 100 list playing on the radio. The driver of the car, the one who made up the entire plan focused on the black and white colonial-style house sitting in front of them. The house itself was beautifully maintained with a walkway leading to the small incline of steps that was decorated with red amaryllis mixed with bright lemon colored daffodils. “You don’t HAVE to do this, Sof…” The driver of the car said as she moved a hand onto that of her friend’s and watched the beautiful girl look back to her with dedication in her eyes. It was as if she was looking into the eyes of a wolf and she was the prey, as Sofia showed intense intimidation in her gaze. Sofia ran her pale fingers through her dyed red hair before looking to her best friend who wore the most beautiful ebony skin just as she moved the keys from the ignition.  “What he did to you isn’t right, Ky...he deserves this.” Kyla smiled, her lips stained with a deep crimson lipstick curved into a smile as she looked to her friends with true appreciation behind her eyes.  “Thank you.” They took a moment to bask in the moment of shared admiration before Kyla ran through the checklist located within her mind. “Just remember that he is going to appear charming with his English accent and his charming words.” “It’s okay, Ky, I got this. Accents don’t do it for me.” “I thought so too…” Kyla looked to the ground before Sofia placed her hand on her friend’s.  “He is going to be on his knees offering to give me the world in a matter of weeks.” “I don’t doubt it.” As Sofia went to remove herself from the car, Kyla pulled her back towards her.  “Just one more spritz of perfume...one more layer of lip gloss...and push these out a bit more.” She spoke as she reached for Sofia’s breasts and pulling them from their stable position beneath her navy blue sleek dress that outlined every single aspect of her figure.  “I am going to either have to insist you take me to dinner or at least give me twenty dollars for that.” She joked in regard to the fact she was being manhandled by her best friend. Kyla laughed this off as she watched Sofia move to her purse and pull out her lip gloss and place the final layer of clear on her full lips. Then moved to the glove compartment to remove a bottle of perfume stashed away for a last minute shower if necessary. This fit with Kyla as she was constantly running late for events and was self conscious about her aroma. It worked on Sofia’s behalf on this night as she placed two squirts of the brand name perfume upon her skin before then looking in the mirror one final time. She drug her finger on the bottom of her lip to fix the escaped lipgloss and pushed her long curled hair over her shoulders before looking to Kyla.  “Are you sure this is a job as a nanny and not a prostitute?” “Careful! That’s my dress.” “I just mean what woman in her right mind would hire someone who walks in looking like they are paid by giving blowjobs or lapdances?” “The same woman who is so oblivious to her husband’s interests that she was stupid enough to get knocked up by him again.” Sofia suddenly dropped her gaze as she thought of the betrayal his wife would feel, but knew her reason for doing this was greater than just to be bitchy.  “Are you having second thoughts?” “No. Just trying to think what I should say first.” Kyla smiled. “Be sure to call me to let me know how everything goes.” “What if I don’t get the job?” “If Mark was able to keep his d**k in his pants, maybe that would be a problem. But with you dressed like that, talking to his interests, he will be putty in your hands. His wife won’t be able to say a word even if she doesn’t like you. She’s too afraid to speak up to him.” “Is he...abusive or anything?” “NO!” Kyla defended, almost insulted that such a question would be asked. It was very clear that Kyla still had deep romantic feelings for him but the hurt was just too deep. “He just gets angered fairly easy. Just don’t ask about the number of girls he has been with and don’t be needy and you should be fine.” Kyla paused for just a moment. “That should be easy for you.” “I just don’t see the need to get into anything serious. This is our time to make stories that we will use as cautionary tales for our kids and our grandchildren.” “Love changes you.” “Love isn’t real.” “In any other set of circumstances, I would challenge you with valid points, but it is actually really good that you feel that way for this...particular mission.” “I’m not a Bond villain.” Sofia joked as she pulled her purse to her lap and pulled out the resume that Kyla made up for her to be the perfect candidate for the job. She also held a small section of a paper printed from the internet to show where she found the job and why it interested her.  “True, but you are on a private task.” Sofia nodded. “I think I’m all set.” “Okay, just remember. He is charming and alluring.” “It’s okay, Ky...he is going to wish he never screwed with either of us by the time he realizes what has happened.” Kyla nodded, bringing her hand up to the top of the steering wheel to be able to drive away when Sofia left so she would not be detected by anybody who came to know her car.  “Have fun.” Kyla teased as Sofia lifted her middle finger and used it in Kyla’s direction before moving from the car and towards the house. With the beautiful flowers on either side, she felt as though she was walking into the house of someone of great importance. This feeling continued as she led her way up the steps and moved her hand to the door in front of her, looking at the patriotic wreath placed before her. As the door came open, there stood a woman just over five feet with beautifully short blonde hair cut to compliment the shape of her face. She appeared almost sickly as her bone structure and obvious obsession with her physical appearance seemed to be more important to her than anything else. Including that of her child that she seemed ashamed of as she held a stack of mail over her stomach to hide her growing bump.  “You must be here for my husband…” She spoke with an attempt to be polie, but clearly made to feel inadequate by Sofia. Sofia stood almost half a foot taller with a physique untouched by the miracle of birth and complete with a toned shape able to be seen throughout any outfit that she would decide to wear.  “I am here for the nanny position.” “Oh! Please come in!” She spoke with a smile now moving over her face. “I am so sorry, it has been a bit crazy here. If you don’t mind, just take a seat on the couch and I will go get my husband, he always loves to meet anyone we hire for the house.” “Of course.” Sofia quickly placed herself on the couch and placed her purse beside her as she looked over the resume before her. Her eyes scanned the lies placed by Kyla in reference to years working with kids when she really only had about two weeks experience in helping a younger cousin. She didn’t care to think of that, however, as she heard the British voice of an older man descend down the stairs after his wife had retrieved him. Just as Kyla had explained, he was a very attractive man with features that would make him stand out even against the most handsome hunks of Hollywood. He was of average height, wore a suit that was of great expense as he appeared to have walked off of a photoshoot for GQ. He had dark hair in the style of a comb over that made him appear similar to that of a politician as opposed to a professor. He wore a million dollar smile with a set of near blinding teeth placed perfectly straight behind his full lips. Without even speaking a word, Sofia could understand the allure of him and the way he could have made Kyla his without much effort.  “You are here for the nanny position?” He asked with his accent being able to be heard through select words.  “Yes.” She spoke confidently, not wanting to show Mark at any time that he had any form of an affect on her. She knew this would make her seem more attractive and so this is what she focused on.  “Do you have your resume with you?” His wife asked as she sat on the couch with her husband by her side, his knee placed sweetly on her knee. Sofia leaned close enough to allure Mark with her breasts, but modest enough to not be noticed by his wife. They both looked to the resume, deeply impressed with what they saw before looking to each other.  “It should be noted that you will be doing things outside of the normal for this job. You will be asked to organize and clean as well as take care of our children.” “Of course.” “We will supply you with a room, food, travel expenses for wherever you take the children, and enough money to help you easily finish college.” Mark spoke, his eyes scanning Sofia’s body with each available second that his wife would not look to him to gain a response or nod of agreement.  “There is of course the need for the children to want you for their nanny. Would you be able to watch them for one hour while we prepare for a dinner this evening?” “Absolutely.” Sofia agreed as the wife, known to be Norah as Kyla constantly spoke of her in a negative light for being naive and even a full airhead at times. Norah proceeded to call the two children down from their rooms as a younger girl, aged approximately fifteen with her eyes locked to the screen in front of her. There was then a younger boy, no more than nine as he stood by her side, quite short for his age, but sharing his father’s features such as his dark hair, gray eyes, and bone structure.  “Olive. Mason. This is Sofia, she is applying to be your nanny.” Mason seemed to be excited by the idea while Olive was anything but. She seemed to detest the entire circumstance as she didn’t do more than sneer towards Sofia whenever she did look up from her screen. “We are giving you three some time to get to know each other while your dad and I get ready for our dinner. Be nice.” Norah insisted as she moved up the stairs first before Mark watched for a moment. It was unclear if this was for how attractive he found her or if he was observing the children. Regardless, his eyes were in her direction, and that was what she wanted.  “Let’s get this over with…” Olive said as she threw herself on the couch, making it impossible for Mason or even Sofia to sit anywhere near her. “Are you going to tell us how much fun we’re going to have?” “I actually just wanted to see what you are into. Maybe we can play a game-” “Yeah-” Mason was cut off by Olive.  “One of us is almost an adult. I don’t play “games”...” Olive spoke while rolling her eyes.  “Then how about we make a deal instead?” “What kind of deal?” Olive’s interest was sparked by this as she lifted her eyes from the screen and to Sofia.  “If you can stay off of your phone for this entire hour and give me a fair chance, then I will give you fifty bucks.” Sofia then turned to Mason. “And I’ll let you pick the game and-” “If HE picks it will be something stupid like “Red light green light” or “Tag”.” Mason began to glare at Olive as he prepared his sibling rebuttal but found Sofia to speak in his place.  “Then what would YOU want to play?” “The quiet game.” She said with a proud grin before focusing back on her phone.  “I know a game…Simon says..” Olive groaned as Mason smiled wide.  “Stupid.” Olive commented.  “Whoever wins can get this…” She spoke upon pulling a crisp fifty dollar bill in her hand, that she prepared for an occasion such as this.  “I guess just one round…”  “Phone first.” Sofia demanded as Olive set the phone with a great attitude in her palm and then stood with her arms crossed in front of her chest.  “Simon says...do jumping jacks.” She began easily, watching as both kids had done just that. “Simon says...pat your head and rub your tummy...stop…” Suddenly Mason stopped before Olive smirked while reaching for the money.  “How about we make it interesting?” Sofia challenged as Olive c****d her brow in great interest.  “How so?” “How about one hundred dollars?” Mason’s mouth dropped open as Sofia pulled out yet another perfect fifty dollar bill and placed it with the other one.  “But if you go for your phone or you nag your sister, I keep it.” “Okay…” Suddenly both kids became interested with the money and began to lay off of teasing each other.  She continued doing this before the hour was nearly up. By now, the price had increased to eight hundred dollars as she held sixteen bills of money in her hands, prepared to hand them to the winner. Before she could do this, however, she watched as Olive moved to her phone, having broken Sofia’s one rule. At that same moment, Mason groaned at her and began to berate her for being too involved with her cellular device. This made Sofia smile as she felt as though she momentarily fulfilled. When placing the money back in her purse, both kids looked to her with a glare.  “Nobody gets it?” “No. Neither of you listened, so neither of you get it.” “We’ll listen this time!” Mason pleaded as Olive became uninterested as she glared to her potential nanny, having let out an agitated sigh in the mix of her teen angst.  “Can I speak to you a minute?” Sofia asked Olive as she turned while looking to her phone. “With your eyes on mine for just a second?” Olive c****d her head to one side and narrowed her eyes to Sofia. “Happy?” “Actually, I just wanted to give you a piece of advice.” “Okay….” “There will be many after me, but none like me, Olive.” Olive scoffed but Sofia ignored this as she continued on with her point. “There will be nobody else that comes into this house for this job who even remotely understands you. You will have someone either too old to force you to watch your brother, or too young that they will sit on the couch the whole time, making you do everything around the house. All you have to do is try and understand that I am the best thing for you kids. I am the only one who cares to be there for you, and anybody else who comes in here after me, will not be this kind to you. Consider that.” Olive seemed to soften her gaze to Sofia as she moved back up the stairs, calling for her parents. Mason let out a sigh before pulling on Sofia’s hand.  “Thank you for playing with us. Our parents don’t at all.” “Of course. You know, if you want me to stay...you can tell them and they might just let me.” “Really?” Mason asked in a great excitement. Almost as if he was told he never had to eat vegetables again or was able to eat candy for breakfast. Sofia nodded. Mason then ran up the stairs and moved into his parents room.  Sofia set herself back upon the couch, having placed her documentation back within her purse as Norah had left it on the table after being blown away by her credentials. Just as she completed this, Mark made his way down the steps with his family trailing behind him. The kids lingered on the stairs as Olive leaned on the banister and Mason sat on the stairs while the two that were wed had moved towards her.  “I don’t know what you did, but the kids adore you, they begged for us to have you. So if you want it, the job is yours.” Mark spoke as he set his hand out, preparing to make a deal. Sofia’s lips turned to a smile.  “I would be honored!” She said while moving to shake Mark’s hand. She did so in a way that was slightly longer than normal but to not draw attention, she then pulled Norah into a deep hug. While embracing his wife, Mark was able to gain a whiff of her perfume, that made him breathe in deeply. It was the reaction she desired from him-and the one she had gotten. As they went to speak in specifics, the front door suddenly came open and there stood a young man with dark brown hair and matching gray eyes with Mark. This young man spent a lot of time on his physique as his muscles could be seen extending any shirt he would choose to wear along with the fact his facial features could truly cut glass. He stood a few inches over six feet and stood with attitude that matched that of his bad boy vibe. He had tattoos from his left wrist that extended beneath that of his shirt which made the limits impossible.  “Max? What are you doing home?” Norah asked as his eyes locked with the stranger within his living room. As he pulled his suitcase further into the house and the door shut behind him, Sofia found her breath to hitch as she felt him stare almost through her. She had thought of every single aspect of this “mission” for Kyla. Everything but his son, Max, who was everything Sofia wanted but didn’t think existed. If only she would have known how complicated it would make things….