Confessions of a Nanny (Inc Outtakes & Epi) by Melissa228 COMPLETE.pdf

Confessions of a Nanny by Melissa228

A Twilight Fan Fiction Story

Summary

Bella Swan accepts a job as a nanny for single father, Dr. Edward Cullen. Living under the same

roof and Bella's seduction plans, leads these two into a whirlwind of pleasure and excitement.

AH/Mature

Prologue

confession- (noun) acknowledgment or disclosure of sin or sinfulness.

I needed a distraction.

With a deep breath, I walked into the kitchen and found a sink full of dishes. Perfect.

I turned on the faucet and put on a pair of yellow rubber gloves. Before I knew it, I was elbow

deep in soap suds, scrubbing at a plate and completely lost in my thoughts.

Maybe he just didn‟t want me. I tried over and over again, only to get shot down. I was sure that

tonight would send him over the edge, seeing me with another guy, but evidently it didn‟t. Was

this even worth it anymore?

Footsteps coming down the hallway brought me out of my trance. I shook my head, bringing

myself back to the task at hand and tried to refocus. I held the plate under the warm water, letting

it run free of soap and bubbles and tried to ignore the fact that I knew he was probably coming to

the kitchen as well.

Tiny bubbles floated into the air and danced around. With a soft blow from my mouth to the

bubbles, they carelessly scattered.

―Bella…I…‖

I turned around slowly, meeting his eyes; but as soon as I did, words escaped me. I turned again,

returning to my dishes and hoping he would just let me be.

―I‘m sorry. I was wrong... Those things... What I said...I didn‘t mean...‖ he said softly.

I nodded my head, letting him know I heard him, but was not ready to talk just yet. After a

moment, I heard him move, walking slowly further into the kitchen.

I still wasn‘t ready to look at him. I knew if I did, I would lose any sense of control I was so

desperately hanging on to.

Just as I was placing a glass into the drying rack, I felt him approach from behind.

Closer.

So close.

My body attached itself to the heat coming off of him, willing me to lean back and surrender into

him. I knew in my mind that I couldn‘t do that, but my body…my body was screaming at me

something different.

―Bella,‖ he whispered into the back of my neck, his breath hot with desire. ―Tell me.‖

His hands circled my waist and I lost all resolve when he pulled me into him. His lips grazed my

ear. ―Tell me.‖

I was almost lightheaded, with his body melting into mine, his warm mouth breathing softly on my

neck.

I needed to know.

―What do you want me to tell you?‖

His grip around my waist tightened and he spun me around quickly to look at him, our faces now

just inches apart. His eyes lingered over my face, settling on my mouth. He slowly and deliberately

dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, sending the energy between us into a palpable desire.

Before I even knew what he was doing, he shifted me away from the sink and picked me up from

the waist, lifting me onto the granite countertop. With his eyes still glued to mine, he placed his

hands on my bare knees, carefully opening my legs. He stepped into me while slowly dragging his

hands from my knees to my waist. He continued his movement up my side, increasing pressure

while passing my breast and letting a thumb graze over the swell underneath it.

He still hadn‘t answered my question when his hands reached my neck and he intertwined his

fingers behind it. He leaned forward slightly, ―Tell me it‘s okay. I need you to say this is okay.‖

His eyes begged along with his voice and I didn‘t want this to go on any longer.

I grabbed his shirt in two fists with the soapy, yellow rubber gloves still on and yanked him

forcefully towards me, our lips almost touching. ―It‘s more than okay.‖

Our lips crashed into each other and my body felt like it went up in flames.

This is what I wanted.

This is what I had waited so long for.

It was going to be my bonus…my extra perk...for being the nanny.

Chapter 1.

―Hey sexy, how long does a guy have to wait to get a drink around here?‖

I turned around and saw a shit-faced frat boy at the other end of the bar, clearly not needing

another cocktail. Luckily, the DJ had decided that was the perfect time to crank the music and like

that, the cries of the drunken were silenced.

It was eleven o‘clock and the night was still young. The bar was packed, especially since guest DJ

Lady Miss Mel was spinning. Each hour that went by at Elixir, the downtown Chicago club I

bartended at, lowered the IQ of my customers. If I didn‘t need the money so bad, I could think of

several other ways to spend my Thursday nights.

I walked down to the other end of the bar. I adjusted my patent leather skirt, which was purposely

extra short, to show off hot pink bloomers underneath. ―What can I get you?‖ I asked the dude

that was heckling me.

Frat boy leaned over the bar towards me. ―You can get me a Red Bull and vodka, sexy.‖

―Is that it?‖ I bent down to get a Red Bull out of the small refrigerator.

―No,‖ frat boy slurred. He leaned in even more, practically drooling over himself. ―You can get me

your phone number.‖

I rolled my eyes at him. ―Sorry sugar, I don‘t date customers.‖

―Who said anything about dating? I just want to see that skirt on my bedroom floor in the

morning.‖

I poured his Red Bull and vodka into a glass. ―Ain‘t gonna happen. Do you want anything else

besides this?‖ I said handing him his drink.

―Yeah, I want those shiny, knee high boots wrapped around…‖

I cut him off before I could hear the rest. ―Five dollars.‖

He reached in his pocket and pull out a handful of crushed bills. He picked out a few and handed

them to me. ―There‘s more where this came from.‖ He winked at me and walked away.

I looked down at the money he gave me. Six dollars.

Wasn‘t I cut out for something a little more dignified than this? I mean, here I was, Bella Swan, an

attractive, intelligent twenty-four year old woman. I was working my ass off to get my Masters in

Education at the University of Illinois at Chicago so that I could finally quit this crap job. Every

night that I worked, I wished that I could quit sooner, but the fact of the matter was that I needed

the money. Aside from turning tricks or working the stripper pole, bartending was the only way I

could work just a few nights a week and make the money that I did. Any other time I had was

concentrated on school and studying.

By the end of the evening, actually three o‘clock in the morning, I was completely exhausted. I

finished my clean up and clocked out. As I walked out the back door, I stopped and unzipped my

knee high boots with the six inch heels. I couldn‘t stand to be in them another minute. I winced as

I took them off, my feet throbbing from being on them all night. I crossed the parking lot barefoot

and even though it was March in Chicago, the feel of the cold ground on my aching feet felt so

good. I got into my old, beat up truck and let it warm up for a few minutes.

Chicago winters were a bitch and for the life of me, I wondered - as I sat in my car, shivering in my

too-short skirt and barefeet -why I decided on Chicago for school. Okay, the scholarship I had

received for my undergraduate studies was the main motivation, but still, I was not programmed

for this kind of weather. I was born and raised in Phoenix, where warmth and sunshine was

abundant all year long. All I had ever known was there, but deep down, I craved something more.

Life in Phoenix was ...interesting… to say the least. My mother was my best friend. She was a free

spirit, whose creativity and zest for life had no bounds. However, with that, she had no solid career

and was unfocused and irresponsible. For her, life was viewed as one big adventure, worth taking

risks and chances with little regard for what that kind of lifestyle cost her.

What my mother didn‘t understand was that children needed stability and comfort. With her ever

changing jobs, there was little security for me, both emotionally and monetarily. Don‘t get me

wrong, I was cared for and loved beyond all measure, but her lack of direction carried a major

price.

I was that little girl at school with the hand-me-down clothes and taped up shoes. I would stand in

the cafeteria line with my purple lunch ticket, embarrassed that everyone knew that the purple

ticket meant that I got the state provided lunch. I wanted the yellow ones like my other friends

had. The yellows meant their parents had enough money to buy them a proper lunch themselves.

Even back then, I knew I was meant for something better. I didn‘t want to live my life paycheck to

paycheck. I didn‘t want to rely on a man to make ends meet or take care of me. I wanted to be

able to stand on my own, be proud of what I earned. That was why I busted ass through school

and earned my scholarship. I had a job ever since I was sixteen and was no stranger to hard work.

I was sure my upbringing played a role in my decision to want to go into education as a career. I

wanted to show kids that hard work and dedication could lead you to wherever you wanted to go.

Even as far back as junior high school, I babysat and loved being around children. I spent summers

all through high school as a nanny for different families, accompanying them on vacations and

helping the parents out when they needed me. Even though it had been a long road, I knew it

would be worth it. I couldn't wait to be a teacher and be with kids everyday.

I was in my last year of graduate school and I would be lying if I said I wasn't tired. Tired of

working my ass off at night, getting little sleep and hitting the books all day.

However the end was near. I had less than a year to go in graduate school and then I would be in

a position to get a good job with a lucrative future. Till then, I would have to make due with where

I was at.

By the time I made it home, I was so tired that I barely remember the walk up the stairs to my

apartment. I collapsed on the couch and fell asleep immediately.

―Will you get away from her? You‘re going to wake her up,‖ Rosalie hissed.

―You‘re the one with the big mouth who‘s going to wake her up,‖ Alice whispered. ―I just want to

make sure she washed off her makeup last night.‖

―What the hell do you care?‖

―If she didn‘t wash off her makeup, she is going to get a pimple,‖ Alice whined. ―Just imagine, her

makeup and all that smoke and toxins from the bar, sitting on her skin all night. Her pores will just

soak that stuff up and…‖

―Shut up Alice,‖ Rosalie said cutting her off.

―No, you shut up, Rosalie. I‘m just trying…‖

I sat up and looked at them both. ―Why don‘t you both shut the hell up?‖ I shouted.

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