Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Whoa. Where did that come from?”
“Which part? The name or my hard cock beneath your ass?”
My eyes widened. “Don’t move, Camila, whatever you do… don’t move an inch.”
“Not unless you want me to lose the last bit of self-control I have left for you.”
Carajo, fuck. I said that out loud.
“Has anyone ever told you that you go from zero to a hundred in seconds, Dr. Pierce?”
“I like it when you call me Dr. Pierce, but right now probably isn’t the greatest time to be so formal. Considering my cock is so close to your ass.” With that, he let me go into the shallow waters. Earning him a whimper from my mouth.
He handed me my top before turning like a gentleman to block my petite frame from wandering eyes as I tied it back on.
“Thanks,” I stated after I was done. Swimming backward out in front of him.
“You wouldn’t be thanking me, if you knew what I was just imagining while you were topless behind me.”
I never peeled my eyes off of him, swimming back to shore. Smiling like a school girl who just said hi to a boy for the first time.
We spent the rest of the day as a family, and weekends quickly became my favorite times.
Unless Aiden was the doctor on call at the hospital, he started taking Saturdays and Sundays off completely. Oak Island beach was now part of our weekly routine. We’d often have lunch at this cute little restaurant out on the water that Harley’s grandparents owned.
Where we’d watch Jackson and Harley paddle out on their surf boards. Constantly battling against each other on the waves. Those two days were reserved to spend time together with us, including Curtis and every once in a while, Danté.
Before we knew it, another month flew by and I’d been living with the Pierces’ for almost four months and working for them almost seven.
June was upon us.
The boys would be going on summer break soon, which meant a testosterone-filled house for three whole months was in my future.
I was prepared for it, but I wasn’t.
Reminding myself on the daily it wouldn’t be so bad, what was the worst that could happen?
Jackson Pierce.
That’s the worst that could happen.
If he decided to pull a prank on me every single day for a hundred and four days, I was doomed.
There was no way I’d survive summergeddon.
His pranks were getting better and worse, all at the same time. I couldn’t believe half the shit he kept coming up with.
Was there a book for pranking the nanny, I didn’t know about?
Some of his more legit schemes were changing out the sugar jar to salt. Watching me prepare my coffee with two spoonful’s one morning.
Let me tell you, salt in coffee tastes as bad as it sounds. I spit that shit right out in the sink, causing Journey to laugh her ass off at my expense.
“Whose side are you on, Little Miss?”
“Da!”
“Of course you are. I’ve been replaced…”
On another occasion, he hid my new laptop. I couldn’t find it anywhere. I spent hours tearing apart the house and SUV, terrified I’d lost it. I’d even called my nursing school to see if I accidentally left it there, I didn’t.
Jackson wasn’t fazed in the least when he and Jagger arrived home from school that afternoon. There I was sitting on the couch, on the verge of tears. Going through my finances, ready to repurchase it so Aiden wouldn’t think I was irresponsible and lost it.
The little shit walked into the living room, holding it in his hand’s hours later.
“Oh, come on. You had to know it was me. You guard this thing like it’s your most prized possession.”
“I’m going to kill you!”
He tossed my laptop on the couch, hauling ass out of the room with me sprinting behind him.
“You’re going to have to catch me first!”
Being the quarterback of his football team made him fast as fuck. I couldn’t catch him, completely out of breath while he was barely winded from running around the pool.
I almost had him. He was in arms reach when he abruptly stopped, causing me to lose my footing and sending me plummeting into the water fully dressed.
Jackson was at the edge when I surfaced, laughing his ass off.
“That was not me! It’s not my fault you don’t know how to run!”
My payback was my reward.
I dumped out his mouthwash down the sink the next morning, substituting it with vinegar and food coloring. Hearing him cough up a lung was all the compensation I needed.
Although things with Jackson and I stayed the same, I couldn’t say that about his father and I. Ever since my topless mishap, things between us were escalating to the point of no return. I thought about him night and day.
My heart strings were pulled like puppet cords, dancing in my body. And he was the puppeteer.