Wanted by the Billionaire and the prince

She accepts his offer

No other man can love you the way I do. Your body belongs to me, Samantha.

I threw the letter in the bin. No matter how I tried not to care, my heart did not get the memo. It started pounding hard against my ribs.

“These letters are becoming unhinged,” I muttered. “I need to find the person responsible for this.”This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“Bye, Teacher Sam.” Camille, one of my most lovable pupils, bade me before running to meet her mother. Her short black hair was already a tangled mess from fighting.

“I’m going now, Teacher Sami.” Noah smiled, making me blush. He had these beautiful big brown eyes and high cheekbones that were just so cute, and his skin was flawless. I so wanted to meet his parents, but he was a new student, so I was yet to meet them.

“Awww! Where is my Peck.” I pouted, bending down to his height.

He squeaked. “I was just going to get my bag first, Teacher Sam.” He said with a curt bow.

I sometimes doubted his age. He behaved like an old British gentleman. His father probably was.

As a teacher, you would come to find out that most children, especially the little ones, picked a lot of their traits from their parents.

He pecked me, and I embraced him tight. “Do your homework,” I said to him sternly. He nodded and ran away; his age finally got the best of him. Children just loved to play.

I sighed, expecting to wait again for another hour or two for Mr. Julian. I carried Holland and walked back and forth as she was starting to fall asleep. She had finally fallen asleep when her father walked in quite early today, considering his lateness record. Maybe what I said yesterday did get to him. Hopefully, it did.

“Good afternoon.” He greeted, approaching me.

“Good afternoon, Sir,” I replied with a smile as I continued to pat Holland’s back. For some reason, I desperately wanted her to sleep. She looked like she needed it.

He walked even closer to me, a smile on his face.

“Let me have her.” He said. He held his hands out to take her from me. His hands grazed my breast subtly when he carried her to him. My heartbeat picked an audacious rhythm that I instantly missed Holland’s head on my shoulders.

“So, have you decided?” He looked hopeful.

I nodded, casting away all negative thoughts; nothing could go wrong. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

“I’ll start whenever you want me to. But I’ll not be working on weekends.”

“That’s no problem. I stay with her on weekends anyway. Thank you so much.” He smiled broadly. “I’m very grateful, and I’m sure Holland is too. You are an Angel.”

“I’m far from being an Angel.” I blushed. “I just really love children, Holland in particular.”

“Thank you. Thank you.” He sighed in relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders. I was happy to be of help to him-more than satisfied.

“It’s alright. When do I start?” I asked, not wanting to continue hearing him thank me. It made my heart feel things that were against the rules.

I took in a deep breath.

“You can start tomorrow as it is the beginning of May. I honestly cannot wait to have you around.” He paused, his eyes widening when he realized what he said. I looked at him in shock.

What did he mean?

Did he feel the same way I did for him?

“I mean because of Holland.” He cleared his throat and smiled nervously. “I can’t wait to have you around because of Holland.”

“Oh. I get. You’re a good father.” I was disappointed, really, but I understood him. He just met me, and he definitely could not have fallen for me in such a short time. Unlike me, I’m sure he doesn’t fall in love with strangers because he is horny. He can get any girl he wants anyway.

In my defense, I was not in love with him yet, just a little infatuated. He was so hot any woman would be captivated.

Today, he was clad in a grey-tailored suit that highlighted those eyes that looked like they could unravel all your secrets.

“I try my best, but I don’t know. I don’t know if it’s good enough.” He smiled sadly. “She still won’t talk to me. She sometimes gets scared when I hold her and only warms up to the driver.”

My suspicion again got the best of me. I wanted to know more about this driver. I haven’t spoken to him, but my instincts told me I wouldn’t like him. It was as if my soul rejected him even before It knew him. Something was wrong with him, and I was determined to find out.

“So, your driver.” I cleared my throat. “Is he by any chance related to you?”

He chuckled. “Of course not. He is just a boy who used to work for my Dad’s factory before I took him up to train him. He is such a sweet boy you will like him.”

I doubt that.

“Sure. I just want to know everyone I would be working with.”

“Hearing you say that feels good.” He admits, a sickly sweet smile on his face. “You know I’ve been willing to ask you for this Favour for a long time, but I was scared you would reject it.”

“I’m glad you finally did.”

“I’m glad. I promise to make your work easy by changing my ways.” He winked. Julian looked more at peace today, different from his stressed self, and I was overjoyed because I could offer him relief. My stomach fluttered with happiness.

“Indeed. I see the effort you are putting to change your ways.” I finally replied.

He cackled, and I joined in, looking down to hide my blush. “Can I have your number? So I can text you when my driver is ready to pick you up tomorrow. It would be best if you didn’t have to come to my house alone. It’s in the heart of New Everest; thus, it might be difficult to find.”

“Oh, sure.” I licked my lips.

I took out a card from my bag and gave it to him.

“You are a lawyer?” He smiled, looking impressed as he went over my card.

“Yea. Though not practicing.”

He maintained eye contact with me for a second, which felt like a year. “Would you like to walk me to the car, Samantha?”