Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

His offer

My eyes did not leave him as he stared at his daughter lovingly. I poked her, “Holland, your Dad.” She hesitated a little but later went to him.

He carried her, threw her up, caught her, and kissed her chin. “Baby girl, go to Aaron.”

Holland gazed at me with an expression hinting at the verge of tears. I felt the impulse to pull her away, to shield her. Something felt awry.

She was so happy just now. Why was she suddenly sad?

Holland ran out, dragging her bag on the ground.

“My daughter calls your name always. It is the only thing she says now. It sometimes feels like you are taking her away from me.”

“Of course not.” I cut in. “That’s not possible.”

“You are a good teacher; I am happy you care for my daughter. The school is also lucky to have you.” He continued.

“Thank you.” I blushed.

My heart felt warm from hearing him speak so kindly of me. It felt so surreal in a beautiful way.

“I am Julian St Claire.” He outstretched his hand for a handshake, his smile unwavering. I shook him, smiling, too, even though I still felt uneasy about Holland.

I have come to love her like my own.

“Samantha, like you already know.”

I gestured for him to take a seat. The teacher’s table here resembled an office table. It was a huge oak wood table with one chair for the teacher and the other for visitors of the teacher. The chairs were, however, used by parents who came to complain about one thing or the other. Some parents can never be satisfied, especially when paying considerable school fees.

The windows were all closed, so the air conditioner was on. I was starting to feel chill, but I’m sure Julian felt just good in his brown coat.

“So, are you planning to take Holland away from me?” Jillian laughed, unbuttoning his coat so he could sit.

However, I heard the insecurity in his voice.

“I share a close bond with my pupils, that is all. I definitely will not want to take her away from you. You are her father.” My heart was racing hard now.

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“Of course, you can’t take her away. I was only kidding.”

“That I am aware of.” I grinned.

Julian looked exhausted, and I was too. I tried my best to look into his grey eyes as it is required of a professional.

“Holland is like a child to me, just like all the children I teach. I love them all so much. Although I won’t lie, Holland has become very special to me, maybe because we spend the most time together because she goes home later than everyone else. I must tell you I do not like that, Mr Julian.” I blurted out, immediately regretting it.

I became anxious, even scared that he would hate me for reprimanding him and remind me of my place as a mere teacher. I might love Holland and treat her as my child, but I was still not her mother.

But you are her teacher, and picking her up late affects your work. Stand on business, Samantha!

Julian’s face betrayed no emotion.

“I’m sorry if I said something out of place,” I said in a rush, eager to correct my wrong, “but I love Holland very much. She’s a special child, and special children need a lot of attention and love. I don’t like to see her sad. I want her to get the best and_”

He breathed out loudly, interrupting my rant. I was grateful.

“We both want that, and this is why I am here to offer you a job; of course, you can keep this one. It will just be an extra job, one that will give you more access to Holland than you already have so you can show her all your love. I pray that for the love you seem to have for Holland, you do not reject my offer. We both need you.”

I pressed my lips together, trying to restrain myself from blurting out again. I cleared my throat. “What do you have in mind?”

I could hear the pounding of my heart in my ears.

“Holland needs a Nanny, and you seem to be the only one suitable. She loves you very much and has already warmed up to you. I’ve always wanted to get her one, but she doesn’t like people and always runs away from anyone who isn’t me. Except for my driver, that is.” He confided.

I believed him when he said all this because I knew Holland well. She wasn’t one to socialize, not even with her classmates. Her interactions with other children were minimal, except for her seat partner, Elizabeth.

“What do you say?”

It was an offer that I could not in good conscience refuse. It would be so good to spend more time with Holland, and the added salary will do me great good. I will also get to spend more time with her hot father. What more could I ask for?

“I’ll think about it and give you a reply tomorrow.” I finally said.

Julian exhaled. He appeared fatigued, as if he required a massage.

I could help with that, I thought shamelessly.

“Thank you for at least thinking about it. I hope you say yes.”

Staying in the same house with Julian would make me go insane with desire. What if he doesn’t want me?