The Billionaire’s Nanny

Benson waited there on the couch, waiting for her to return so they could pick up where they left off. He waited patiently till he couldn’t anymore. He rose from his chair and made his way to Julie’s room. He noticed her asleep next to Julie’s bed, seated on the ground with her head on the side of the bed.

A part of him scowled and raged at Julie for screaming at such an inconvenient moment. He had a distinct impression that they had or were about to have a moment before she did. But as he watched Alita sleep, he smiled and made peace with how everything turned out.

She was as much a beauty when she sleeps as she was awake. Benson stood by the door, leaning on the frame and crossing his hands over his chest as he studied both she and Julie.

Julie was quiet and breathing steadily. You could feel her innocence in her breath. She was basking in an angelic peace as she slept. He felt blessed and lucky as she watched her, inevitably smiling as he did. His life meant more than just success, booze, and women now that she was in it.

His eyes traveled from Julie to Alita. He started at her hair which was everywhere but he liked it. Somehow, something about the way it looked aroused him. Maybe because she would look that way after hot passionate sex with him. Nobody comes out of awesome copulation without messy hair. His eyes set on her closed eye and he squinted. His breath hitched and barely quietly cleared his throat. He remembered one of the times she blinked at him. Her eyes are a great part of her effervescence. He watched to kiss her closed lids. He would like that. He smirked as he schooled himself internally.

He pictured her lips around his cock driving him crazy and towards a climax. Call him a pervert but every man in his disposition would do the same. She was a beauty to behold and all he could do as he stood there was admire her natural perfection and fill his mind with foreboding fantasies.

He let his mind go wild and teased him badly. He was in a world of his own making up his thought as he sized her up. He conjured up different scenes for different parts of her body.

She twitched and moaned when his eyes found her hips. His heart jumped out of his mouth and he drew a quiet step backward and froze while holding his breath. When he was sure she wasn’t waking up, he came back to the door and pocketed his hands, mentally laughing at himself as he did. There he was being disoriented by this one woman whom he was in direly desired. He wanted to eat her up again and again. He was completely fallen for her.

He imagined his hands holding her waist down when his head would be in between her legs eating her pussy.

Oh, what he would do, if she let him. If only she was attracted to him the way he was to her.

Benson started to wonder why she wasn’t falling for him. Although he didn’t want to push too hard and spoil the chances he might have, however small they were. The fact that she wasn’t throwing herself at him makes him want her more.

Benson felt his feet move forward as he dwelled on the thought of her ass cheeks bouncing on his lap, riding him off to rainbows and a beautiful sunset in the paradise beyond the sun. He came back to reality and quickly retracted, taking two steps backward and screwing his face. He was sobered up by now. He closed the door and walked back to the living room to clear the table of empty bottles.

He smiled at the sight of the table as the memories from earlier while they drank together flooded his mind. He missed being that free and vulnerable.

He brought out another bottle of his favorite wine to drink and rid himself of the thought he had brewed in his mind.

She isn’t even trying and I am somewhat smitten.

He cocked the whine open and rested his elbow on the counter of his bar, then sipped the wine and raised his chin as he fell back into his thoughts.

He knew he was a fine man, rich or not. He was handsome and very sexually capable. Why then wasn’t she attracted to him. She occasionally smiled and smirked at him and when he would want to capitalize on that, she would put up a sign letting him know it was a platonic, boss-to-employee smile that needed to exist to keep their professional relationship smooth and easy-going as it ought to be. He hated that he was desperately lusting for her, but that is all he could do.

As he sipped and sipped his drink, a question popped into his head as the moment when his leg moved forward on his own accord flashed across his mind: what was he going to do? What would have happened if he hadn’t left? He knew he wasn’t like that. He was one to force himself on a woman. No, he didn’t need to as a pretty woman was always lurking at every corner he turned, lusting after him the luxury that went with him. And he has always held women with high regard and respect. He was too principled to allow himself to do that. But he also knew he had never wanted to be inside a woman this bad before.

He also hated his frustration. He questioned his confidence and ability to see something he wanted and go get it no matter the cost and odds, the qualities that principally helped him succeed.

His plan to distract himself failed and he found out that what he feels for the damsel that lay before him was concrete, a feeling he hadn’t had in a long while.

He tried to drink it away, he tried to fuck it away even, but it didn’t work.

He had recently opted for a threesome but ended up calling one of the girls Alita when she sucked him. He asked the girls to leave after that. Alita was seeping into every part of his life without trying to, without doing anything. She was just being her.

Benson finished his wine and headed for his room. On getting to his door, he checked his watch and saw the evening was still young. He knew going to lay in his bed wouldn’t give him rest nor help his frustration. He would just lay awake doing more thinking that would only render him more frustrated and horny. He considered going out to the bar and finding a curvy girl to bang. Good sex would at least calm him down and should help him momentarily forget.

Though, these days, he didn’t get the satisfaction he usually got from his late-night endeavors. In fact, he rarely even went. This was the first time he would be going out ever since he got back from his failed vacation to Miami.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

He pushed his door open and entered his room. He showered and was soon on his way to his favorite bar.

He was drunk but still forced himself to drive. He took corners and turns different from his usual route to avoid the cops. It would be explosive if they caught him driving drunk.

He parked his car away from the bar so he wouldn’t be noticed. A lot of people around the bar knew him for his favorite automobile and he was in no mood to be noticed outside the bar.

He had worn a sleeveless hoodie and dark shades to hide his face. So as he entered the bar, he was just another man that wanted a drink. Unless you came close enough and heard him speak, you wouldn’t know he was the one.

He walked up to the counter and took a seat. “Give me a shot of something very strong, anything,” He drawled at the barman who just nodded and went to work mixing a shot of something strong.

A lady spoke beside Benson and he turned to look at her. He hadn’t noticed when she came by the counter.

“You are one troubled man,” She hissed at him, admiring the bulge of his biceps. She could swear he was glistening. She had an eye on him the moment he walked in. “What do you want to forget so badly?”

Benson took in the sight of her and the word ‘curvy’ popped into his head, then he smirked.

“Does it matter?” He raised his brows. “It’s the forgetting that is important.”

“Definitely,” She slightly turned to face him and then leaned forward so her chest would be insight.

“The wine at my penthouse didn’t work so I came for something stronger,” He smirked sizing her up. She smiled and bit her lower lip at him. “I am hoping to find a very strong something to drive me high enough to forget what needs to be forgotten.”

“Oh, I see,” She said, raising her leg to unravel her thigh from under her gown’s slit at her side. “Here you have it,” She blinked at him, then dipped her hand in her glass of wine and sultrily sucked on it.”

He approached the bartender and handed him his business card. When the bartender saw the name on the card, he was taken aback.

Benson took off his sunglasses to expose his one-of-a-kind face.

When she recognized Benson, her eyes widened and she held her lips together, swaying her waist sideways.

“If this… strong cocktail came around, I’d have a taste to see if it would do the trick,” he smirked as he drank his shot of whatever the bartender had concocted before moving upstairs to the luxurious apartments designed specifically for sex. She trailed behind with an overdone smile on her face.

Benson had got himself a curvaceous suppressant that he was going to guzzle down to feel better… hopefully.