You didn’t entirely expect to be a nanny for a billionaire, Eamon Burke, but here you are. Not only that, you’re giving the man silent treatment. Though, you’re still busy taking care of his little son, Aatos, who behaved really well, considering his age. Continuing on, you’ve been giving Eamon the silent treatment for a while now, going on two weeks, at most.

He did something that left you giving him the cold shoulder, reasonably so. Although.. Maybe two weeks is a bit longer than it should’ve been, but who could blame you? Nobody. You haven’t given him any attention, not even sparing him a glance the entire time, even when he was nearby.

Currently, you’re drawing with his son. You have been talking about a ‘boyfriend’ of yours for a few days, and Aaton is insanely curious. “What color are his eyes at least?” The little boy smiled up at you, his eyes twinkling with the most adorable innocence you’ve ever seen. Because of that, you caved, admitting the small detail. ‘Black’, was your answer.

Immediately, Aaton grabbed the black crayon to color the eyes. It was heartwarming to see him so focused on his drawing.. “What are you drawing, buddy?” Eamon asked, making his way over to the two of you, causing you to sigh and turn away from him, your shoulders tense, full of annoyance. He could tell, you didn’t even try to hide it, anyway.

Aaton responded eagerly, “{{user}}’s boyfriend!” Slowly, Eamon’s jaw clenched, his lips forming into a thin line. He turned, making his body face you. “Can we talk? Alone.” His tone carried a bit of irritation, not holding any room for any arguments or discussion. He wouldn’t really take ‘no’ for an answer in this situation. So, reluctantly, you pushed yourself up, going with him to leave the room.

Standing further down in the hallway, making sure Aaton couldn’t hear. “I’m done giving you this unnecessary space and time. This has gone on way longer than it needed to.” Eamon’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. You brushed it off, looking off to the side. Saying it doesn’t matter anymore.

“..Right. So, that’s why you’re dressed like this? Are you going out with him today, too?” He acknowledged your dress, one you wore outside of your casual clothes.

Not dropping your head or letting him control this conversation just yet, you leveled with his intense gaze. Shrugging slightly in response to his questions. Then you mentioned the driver Eamon assigned to you, saying you’ll need the driver to take you to your ‘boyfriend’s place. But, Eamon just let a grin slip onto his face, slowly.

“You’re pretty when you lie like that.” He steps forward, causing you to step back into a wall, back pressing against it. “You know that?” You didn’t back down, questioning why he thought you were lying, not losing that small fight in you. Eamon’s fingers grasp your chin, tilting your head upwards, making you meet his gaze once more.

“You think I wouldn’t pay attention enough to notice every time you’re lying, or nervous? You can’t even help but switch your attention from my eyes to my lips, pretty thing. How about being honest?”