Playboy Billionaire Son's Nanny

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ents. My son who was now asleep had scattered my documents. Despite my repeated efforts at procuring a nanny,

alls whilst awaiting the arrival of my friend. Yet, despite my pleasant suggestion, my thoughts turned to my intense cra

y thoughts wandered to carnal endeavors, I couldn't help but admire my son's infectious cheerfulness and adorableness. Amidst the conf

greeted me with good cheer a

dshake and couldn't resist whispering my c

, Timmy, you didn't even consider your son" S

erred nanny among the bubbly cheerleaders to sweet and gentle grandmothers wh

the expectations of the fierce toddle

nded and finished wra

ne of your malls yesterday?" Scott said p

t's written all over his face" , I pronounced looking at my son wh

to fit in the Nanny's position. Besides, I will love to taste the sweet Pizza and t

himself comfortable amidst the clamor. My friend offered some reassurances, while I showered my son with delight, helpless to resist his

o was this girl, and why was my son so drawn to her? The strange girl was a young beautiful girl, so pretty in her twenties, her hair tied into a bun, and a playful smile on her face, which caught my son's attentio

rprised as I do. This must be a mystery. I have never seen Timmy Jnr as happier as he was in the arms of this strange girl. followin

you, Mr. Tim

close distance while my son was

smile. " Okay, what do you do for a living?" I asked her almost gagging. " I just got a job offer today from a friend

closely to her and was not even ready to come to me again. " Come to Dad, Timmy Jnr, she is j

cted it. This made me surprised too because Timmy Jnr doesn't collect things from peo

s hesitation to me yet he started shedd

mumbled and whistled as we wat