Chapter 130: Chapter 130 Handso Jake
Sarah’s POV
Ryan has a thing for gardens... I’m now convinced, he’s more freely here.
Ryan was running around the grass chasing a butterfly and actually running and laughing, and it was the most amazing sound I had ever heard.
Ever since that night, since his nightmare, sothing had changed between us. He still followed his schedule and was still quiet sotis, but now, when he saw , his face lit up.
He talked to
about the little things.
What he saw outside was what he wanted for a snack. Small words, but they were words.
"Be careful!" I called out as he almost tripped. "Don’t fall, buddy!"
"I’m flying!" he yelled back, arms out like an airplane.
I laughed.
"Ryan! Wait for !"
"Sarah! Sarah! Look!"
I watched him zoom around my heart full. This was why I stayed, and this mont right here.
"Excuse ?"
I turned to a guy who stood there around my age, maybe a little older, with dark hair, kind eyes, nice smile, wearing work clothes, like one of the groundskeepers.
And he was cute.
Really cute.
"Hi," I said, surprised.
"Hi," he said back, smiling. "I’m Jake. I work on the grounds. I’ve seen you around with the little guy. You’re the new nanny, right?"
"Yeah. I’m Sarah."
"Sarah." He said my na like he was tasting it. "That’s a pretty na for a pretty girl."
I felt my face get hot, a blush creeping through "Oh....Um...Thank you."
He stepped closer. "I was wondering if maybe, when you have so ti off, you’d want to grab coffee or sothing? There’s a great place in town."
"I... I don’t know if I..."
My eyes moved just a glance to the side of the house.... To the balcony on the second floor.
Marcus stood there.
He was just standing, looking down at us with his face hard, cold, and his eyes were on .
My heart dropped. It fell all the way to my stomach.
For a second, our eyes t. His eyes were unreadable, then he looked away.
Turned and walked back inside.
The contract!
Ugh!
Well fuck that.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
"Sarah? You okay?" Jake asked.
"Yeah... yes, I’m fine." I shook my head, trying to focus. "I’m sorry, Jake. It’s just... my schedule is really full and complicated. I don’t think I can."
His face fell a little, but he nodded. "Okay, maybe another ti?"
"Maybe." I smiled, but it felt fake. "I should get back to Ryan."
"Sure. See you around, Sarah."
He walked away. I watched him go for a second, then turned back to Ryan, but the mont was ruined.
My heart was still pounding from seeing Marcus, from that look.
What did he care anyway? He hated . He thought I was a criminal. Why did it matter if so guy talked to ?
The contract!
Okay...I hate my conscience too.
I shook it off and played with Ryan for another hour. By the ti we went inside, I had almost forgotten about it.
Almost.
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I was carrying Ryan’s lunch up to his room. He was in the playroom, but he liked to eat in his room sotis.
I was walking down the hallway, the tray in my hands, when a door opened.
Marcus’s door.
A woman walked out.
She was wearing only a T-shirt, his T-shirt too big for her. Her hair was ssy, all tangled, and her face was flushed, looking like she had just...
I stopped walking.
My brain froze.
She saw , and her eyes narrowed. She looked
up and down like I was sothing on the bottom of her shoe.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
I swallowed. "I’m... I’m Ryan’s nanny."
Her lip curled. "Nanny. So you’re the help."
"Yes."
She stepped closer, looking at
with pure disgust. "Where did Marcus’ baby get you from? You look like you can’t even afford a three square al... and what the hell are you doing here? Don’t you have sowhere to be? So floor to scrub?"
I didn’t say anything. What could I say?
She laughed a an little sound. "Pathetic."
She pushed past
harder, her shoulder slamming into mine. The tray flew out of my hands, causing the plate to crash to the floor.... The food was scattered everywhere.
Broken ceramic pieces are all over the marble.
I stared at the ss.
"What’s going on here?"
Marcus’s voice dropped from behind .
I turned he stood in his doorway, wearing a robe now. His eyes moved from
to the woman to the ss on the floor.
The woman’s face changed instantly, tears appeared out of nowhere, and her lip trembled. She ran to him, throwing herself against his chest.
"Marcus!" she cried. "That disgusting maid! She called
whore and a gold digger just cause she saw
walk out of your room."
I stared at her, my mouth open in shock.
Marcus looked at , his eyes were hard and questioning.
"Is that true?" he asked.
I didn’t answer, I couldn’t. What was the point?
He wouldn’t believe
anyway.
He never did.
Instead, I knelt down on the floor and started picking up the broken pieces of the plate.
Carefully and slowly.
One by one.
My hand touched a sharp piece, and a pain shot through my finger. I pulled back and saw blood.
A cut is small but deep.
I winced, sucking in a breath.
Then suddenly he was there.
Marcus knelt down beside , his hand grabbed my wrist gently this ti. He turned my hand over and looked at the cut.
"Are you always stupid?" he said quietly.
"I’m fine." I tried to pull away he didn’t let go.
"Let
see."
"It’s fine, go console your whore. She needs you."
The words ca out before I could stop them.
Cold.
Bitter.
I got up and walked away to my room with blood dripping from my finger, tears burning my eyes.
This was my life now.
A nanny, being treated like dirt by won who ward his bed, and being looked at as if I was nothing.
I got to my room and closed the door, leaning against it...Sliding down to the floor.
Why did I care? Why did it matter that he had so woman in his room? He wasn’t mine. He would never be mine. We were just two people trapped in a contract.
Fuck you, Marcus Specter.
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