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Not again, I think. Brock curses, and his hand moves from panties to the intercom.

“WHAT!!???” He yells into the phone.

“Sir, sorry to interrupt yet again. However, your meeting is already starting.”

Immediately I know our time has come to an end. I can tell by his demeanor as soon as she says it, that is back to business with him. He is one of those men you can read. His aura tells you everything you need to know about him from one moment to the next. And right now, his is telling me my time with him is up. So why should this make me sad? I begin fixing myself and try to stand up and leave as quickly as possible. His hands trap me on the seat.

“You remember what I told you to do?” Wait! I still need to do that? Oh boy!

After reminding me that he gave me orders, he kisses me, pats my ass like a child and sends me on my way. I find myself inside of his town car in the back, in a daze, not sure what to do. All I do know is that my sister is due to be out of school any minute which means I have exactly twenty minutes to get home, changed and make a decision. I keep looking down at my hands, the memory of everywhere his hands touched inside his office, begging me to retrace his movements. Squirming, I begin remembering everything he did and said, and I would be a liar if I said some part of me is not asking to go back there and finish this. But any decision I make has to be about River. What is best for her. With that in mind, I shake my head and try to clear it. We pull up my apartment building with ten minutes to spare and I am still no closer to deciding.

Getting out of the car, I turn back to say goodbye and thank you to the driver and find him, settling in like he is sticking around.

“I’m sorry. Are you staying?” I ask him a bit confused and mortified if I am honest.

“I am ma'am. Mr. Phillips strict instructions were for me not to leave until you have collected the things you are bringing with you and your sister,” he says matter of factly.

I want to cross my arms and stomp my feet. I want to whine at being treated like a kid, with my decisions being made for me. But seriously, what good would it do? Brock Phillips doesn’t strike me as the type of man who would give a shit about my tantrums. He would probably put me over his knee and in the end, I would still be doing what he wanted. Great. Now my panties are even wetter thinking of being across his knee.

Turning my back to the driver, I walk inside the building and into my apartment. For the first time, I look around and think about what someone else might see when they look at it. The living room is basically a five by five box, with one bedroom, and one bathroom. The furniture is from the thrift store down the street. One couch and a table. We have no space for a dining table so we can eat on the couch. We tried to decorate the walls with different posters and artwork from thrift stores as well. It’s all we have, but it’s home.

I am just hanging up my coat, when I hear River putting her keys in the door. “There is a sick town car downstairs in front of the building. They must have the wrong place. Kim Kardashian definitely doesn't live here,” she says laughing as she hangs up her bookbag. I would find it funny myself if it wasn’t for the fact that it is waiting on us. She immediately knows something is wrong because the habit I have of wringing my hands when I am nervous is rearing its ugly head right now.

“Delta what’s wrong? Your hands are squeezing each other again,” she says smirking at me. Smart ass.

“Well, the town car is for me. Us.” She looks at me like I somehow just grew another head.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“I got a new job today as a nanny working for Brock Phillips and he is demanding that we move…….”

“Oh my god!!!” She interrupts me yelling and jumping up and down. “Do you know who he is? He is the producer of Love’s Insanity, The Subs Wish, and Loved By Mistake. He is also the writer of Anna’s Dream. He is amazing.” She is practically drooling. If it wasn’t for the fact that I forbid her from watching all of those and she and her friends snuck and did it at one of the girl’s house last weekend, I would be laughing at her obvious obsession.


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