Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

An uncomfortable silence

I felt Julian’s eyes on my butt the entire walk from his poolside to the dining. I loved it.

Julian’s dining was adjacent to the Kitchen, and it was very sophisticated. The table was already set with the tableware, and breakfast smelt delicious. I let go of my rage and anger for a second there when I heard my stomach rumble. The meal was of mashed potatoes, tomato sauce, and chicken ribs. And I could tell a good chef made it.

Julian sat at the end of the table, and I sat by his side. We silently served ourselves, and although I wanted to eat a lot, I controlled my servings not to appear unladylike.

“Are you sure that will be enough for you?” Julian asked, looking at my plate before facing me. Our gaze connected, and I quickly shifted my focus to my plate, apprehensive about the rapid beating of my heart.

I need him to fuck me on this table.

“It is fine. I don’t eat that much.”

He smirked, and I didn’t know if it was because he was pleased or because he knew I was faking it.

I heard the shuffling of feet from upstairs and stopped eating. “Didn’t you say we were alone? I just heard someone moving upstairs. Should I be scared?.”

“Aaron is around. I like to have him around just in case I need to do something urgently. He is very helpful.” He replied.

“Oh,” I uttered.

I couldn’t hide the irritation from my face that even as we conversed, I would give him a one-word answer. What was so special about Aaron, though?

“One day we will have a swimming competition, just the two of us. I know I’ll win you hands down.” Julian boasted mirthfully.

It was yet another attempt of his to steer up a conversation. I just realized that I was failing, really failing, to hide my feelings. He must have noticed something was bothering me, so he was trying to distract me from my thoughts.

And I was engrossed in them.

“You win me?” I scoffed. “I will so beat you hands down. I was the best swimmer in High school. I’ve been swimming for years. You are no match for me.” I replied, the competitive side of me taking over.

He laughed out, and I did, too. I wanted to clap for myself for finally keeping up a conversation with him despite still being very angry and distracted.

“You have no idea how good a swimmer I am. My friends call me the shark.”

I giggled hard when he said that. He raised the arm off his shirt and playfully showed his muscles. His brows moved up and down while he did; the animated expression on his face was so funny. I laughed so hard I almost cried. “Well then, I am a dolphin.”

“Sharks are faster than dolphins.”

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“No way.”

“Yes, way.” I chuckled. He gazed at me, faking amazement. I mimicked his facial expression, causing him to laugh.

Aaron came downstairs. “Good morning, Nanny Samantha.” He greeted, bowing like a gentleman.

I rolled my eyes at him and sighed. He must be deceiving his boss into thinking he was a good person when we both knew he was anything but… My feelings were not so justified, I know, but I couldn’t stop feeling the way I did. He disgusted me. He stood still and glanced at the both of us, then at me, and I swear I saw him smirk.

“Good morning,” I muttered a reply, stuffing my mouth with food so I didn’t have to say anything else.

“I’ should go spend some time with Holland.”

“Thank you. I’ll be joining you at her grandmother’s soon.” Julian replied while cutting his chicken

“Have breakfast with us, will you.” Julian offered.

I immediately started to wriggle in my seat in discomfort.

“I already had breakfast, boss. Besides, Miss Samantha still needs to be briefed on her duties.”

“Oh, sure.”

“I’ll be leaving soon.” With that, Aaron bowed and walked away, but not without winking at me. I scoffed.

“You don’t seem to get along well with Aaron,” Julian observed.

“I just don’t know him and don’t do well with strangers.”

Good reply, Samantha. It’s best to be diplomatic until you find out the secret they both share. What did Aaron mean by I needed to be briefed on my duties?

“You don’t know me either, but you fucked me yesterday. Double standards.” He mumbled under his breath.

I was shocked by his words. My heart felt like a hand had squeezed it tight and ripped it out of my chest.

My suspicion has been confirmed. They both had a bet on me. But who was winning the money?