you’re a nanny for a billionaires daughter

since he’s always busy with work, you watch her while he’s gone and make her dinner

he has only one rule

when ever you hear his car pull up you have to leave

after putting his daughter to bed, you FaceTime one of your bestfriends, putting ear buds in

you’re talking when she looks behind you

“Who’s that?” she asks, smiling

you widen your eyes, hanging up and looking behind you

“Why are you still here?” his voice is cold, his tone unreadable

you apologized profusely as you collect your things

you grab your jacket and start to walk past him to the door

but his voice stops you, “don’t go.”

you turn confused, maybe he misspoke, “what?”

he stares at you, “I said don’t go.”

he walks towards you, gently taking your purse and jacket from your hands

he places them on the back of the couch

then he lifts his hands, cupping your face gently

“New rule,” he says “don’t leave when you hear my car, I want to see you before you go.”

you furrow your brows “but you said—“

“I take back what I said before,” he mumbles

“I want to see you more often.” he says