The Billionaire’s Nanny

Alita’s eyes searched the bed for her phone. It must have gotten lost in the action. She spread her fingers on the bed and moved her hand around feeling for her phone. After a few frustrating swipes and hovers on the bed, she found her phone, double-tapped the screen and the screen lit up. She saw the time and felt her heart skip a beat. It was past the time she normally leaves with about two hours. She hissed and threw the phone away, her eyes followed it to see where it landed because she didn’t want to look for it again.

She usually called Sarah to tell her she wasn’t coming home so she knew Sarah would be wondering why she wasn’t home yet. Alita hadn’t planned to but the only reasonable thing to do was a sleepover at Benson’s and not go home.

She was dazed about what had just happened and her usual over analytic self was preying on her at the moment.

She didn’t know whether to feel bad or not about letting sex happen between her and Benson. She loved it while it happened. But now, she was there having a mix of distraught and excitement.

She pursed her lips and then rubbed her palms over her face, pressing hard on the tender skin and dragging her chin down, and going partially blind. She then jabbed her hand unto the bed. She suddenly felt nauseous so she squeezed her stomach and arched her back slightly leaning off the wall.

She groaned as she thought of what to say to Sarah or if she would ever tell her about it. They never kept things from each other but this… she couldn’t tell her this, could she?

Her thoughts went wild and deep. She had parallel deductions in her mind. She was wondering what he had thought about her. She wanted to know everything on his mind about their abrupt encounter. But at the same she felt mad at him as a part of her believed he took advantage of her, however, this thought was countered by the fact that she could have stopped the whole thing at that moment. She was simply confused and was thinking too much.

Prominently she wished it didn’t happen the way it did. Her epic first time was ruined courtesy of her, mostly. This wasn’t his she imagined it would be so it bogged her.

As she recalled the event second by the second she realized that he was all over her and she didn’t initiate anything that happened. He ruled over her. She thought this to be disturbing because she wanted to be involved too, like take control sometime in the act but since the whole thing was not planned, it turned out far from her expectations except that it felt better than she had anticipated it would feel. Apart from the overwhelming ecstasy, she couldn’t make so much sense of it.

She bit on her nails too hard, it broke and snapped her out of her thought for a bit. She screwed her face and then bit the nail off completely and chewed it, delving back to her rampant mind.

Amongst the haphazard images and questions in her head, the weird scenario that would occur between them the next day and the question: how would she know for sure that was a spur of the awkwardly sensual moment she pioneered.

Her eyes teared up at the realization that she couldn’t know. You can’t ask people these kinds of things. You just met it be and believe one day, life would bring it your way. But Alita didn’t want to wait, she wanted to know, but couldn’t figure out a way to. She finally agreed to let it and then promised herself that it would never happen again, forcing herself it was an accident that would never repeat itself. She would be more careful.

She peered down at her wrist expecting to see a watch to tell her the time but nothing was there. Her eyes grew bigger and she gently jabbed the tip of her fingers on her temple. Her watch too was victim to their weave. She shook her head and then reached for her phone and checked the time to see it was a few minutes past nine.

Starting into her phone, she pursed her lips considering going home even though it was already late. She wasn’t scared of walking home in the dark. She wanted to leave. Being in the same space with Benson had become uncomfortable as time whisked by.

She carried herself off the bed and spread the sheet back in place.

She pecked Julie on her head and then smiled. “I am sorry about all that irresponsible disturbance. Your dad and I were being very bad,” her smile faded into a frown. She batted her lashes and gritted her teeth.

She took a few steps towards the door and then walked back to the bed to search for her panties. She felt liquid drip down her inner thigh as she walked and it was uncomfortably squishy. She found it under the bed and then picked it up and raised it to her face. If I hadn’t taken you off.

She sat down on the edge of the bed parted her legs with her hands and peered down at her wet pussy and shook her head and observed herself. Her clit had gone down but she still had cum dripping out of her. “That was a lot of cum,” she pursed her lips. She slid her finger into her pussy and twirled it around and then brought it to her face. She raised a brow and then used her panties to wipe her pussy dry instead of wearing it. She then stood up and took a step forward and paused to see if more cum would drip out of her. It didn’t so she walked to the door and drew it open, walked out, and drew it closed. She looked down the hallway to Benson’s door and a weight laden her chest. She hissed and turned away to the door. Her brows caved in and lines appeared on her forehead.

She covered her mouth with one hand and then sobbed into her palm. Her eyes shimmered with tears as she hastened her footsteps to the door and out of the house. She let out a sigh when she was outside the house and more tears came flooding down he chin.

She started for home in the thick darkness of the night. She remembered deducing that her problem with her first relationship was that she was cheap and easy to get. She let herself loose and suffered for it. A part of her felt like history was repeating itself. She feared that things wouldn’t turn out how she so wants them to. She prayed internally that Benson’s desire for her wasn’t like hers for chocolate candy when she was a kid. She so wanted chocolate candy as a little girl but it took what felt like ages before her mother was finally disposed to by her one. But after finally holding her precious candy in her hand and tasting it she didn’t want it anymore.

She stopped at a corner down an alley with a trash can just by the corner and leaned on the brick wall. She let loose and cried there not entirely sure why she was crying, just that she would feel better after crying and she did.

She reached home pretty late and found that Sarah wasn’t at home. A handful of negative thoughts flushed her mind and she quickly speed-dialed Sarah while she rummaged through her bag for her key which she found and then opened the door.

Sarah picked up amidst a giggle and short laughs. She heard Luke’s voice in the background and the weight on her chest lifted. She was scared something bad had happened to her but as it turned out, Sarah was over at Luke’s for the night and she didn’t call her to let her know. Alita could get mad at the moment because it would have been Sarah who would be mad at her for not calling if she was at home.

“I was worried about you,” Alita said, rolling her eyes and gnashing her teeth. “You didn’t call,” she added and then waited for an answer.

“Yeah, I am sorry, I forgot,” Sarah muttered.

“Yeah, you sound pretty distracted,” Angry whined trying not to sound upset. “Well, take care, and remember I was here all the while before Luke… what happened to girl code and hoes before bros” Alita grumbled dropping her bag on the couch and falling to the bed.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“Okay…” Sarah giggled again. Luke was tickling her and she was trying to keep calm and quiet but she was bad at it.

“Whatever, see you in the morning,” Alita said and cut the call. She exhaled and drew in air.

She grunted and reluctantly dragged herself off the bed as it dawned on her that she needed to bathe to wash off the sweat and scent of sex that followed her home.

She barely slept throughout the night and at some point decided she wouldn’t go to work the next day and Julie would have to forgive her for being so selfish. She texted Benson to let him know she wouldn’t show up for work because she wasn’t feeling so well. Although they both knew she was avoiding him.