Kayla's POV

I entered back into my car and drove out, just the way I came. I loved him so much and didn't want to lose him. My stepmom taking my place like that was a huge threat to me.

I also could not tell him about my pregnancy under such circumstances, so I kept the reveal to myself with the promise that as soon as everything went back to normal, it would be my first news to share.

I first thought about staying out for a while, but that would only make them bond better, so it wasn't a considerable option.

I racked my head as I drove, thinking non stop, how to quickly put my fake stepmom out of my husband's life.

The perfect plan soon struck me, or I thought it was the perfect plan.

I drove over to a pharmacy. “Do you have any sexually arousing pills?” I asked them. “We do.” The person at the counter said to me.

I bought it and left. It was powdery, but they assured me it was strong enough to put someone in the mood as short as five minutes after.

I took it straight home and there, I met Giorgia at the dining table, setting the table. I could see the fear and tension rise as she saw me coming. She wondered what I would do to her as Baron wasn't going to be here to save her this time. I wanted to get into bed with my husband and give him such a steamy, passionate sex, one thing he praised me for always and one thing that has been keeping him for the past three years we've been trying to conceive.

After the sex, he will be in a better mood, then I can share the news of my pregnancy to him.

I'm pretty sure when he hears this, he will think twice about letting me go.

I had to do anything, just anything, in anger and with obsession. I wouldn't let anyone have my man, my husband.

“Kayla, you have to understand that I would never try to take your husband from you. Nothing beyond the surface happened between us. I promise.” She tried begging me, but that wasn't what I was there for.

“Look, it really doesn't matter now. I just want to have dinner with my husband, alone. Now I'm back, I guess it's best you leave if you have nothing to do with him.” I issued her a stern warning. She was shocked at my seriousness.

“Okay, I'll leave right away. Please, I'm sorry.” She said as she left quickly.

I pulled the chair backward and had my seat. I made sure no one was close by, then sprinkled the drugs on Baron's food and mixed properly. Before he came out, I had already done everything I wanted to and returned to being normal.

He looked around, not so impressed.

“Where is Giorgia?” He asked. “She will be giving us a couple of times tonight.” I replied to him. Rather disappointed, he sighed and joined me at the table. I wanted Giorgia out so when the drugs began to have its effects, I will be the only woman he sees.

He began munching on the food , not saying a word to me, either about my health, or anything else. He just went on with the food with so much passion. Passion he has never shown while eating mine.

I had a few spoons of the food, and honestly could not tell if it was better.

In no time, he was done eating and just stood up and left. Even though I barely started eating my food, I had to go after him because when the urges kicked in, I wanted to be the one he saw, and not Giorgia.

“The house is unusually hot today.” I said as I pulled my shirt off and sat on the bed, with my boobs hanging out.

The air-condition was on and the house was never even an inch warm. Baron was a billionaire and these things weren't a problem, but I had to improve a seductive strategy.

I could feel his heart beat rising as he looked at me. He sat at the other end of the bed, looking at me closely, but unable to do anything. He wanted it. He needed it. His eyes said it all, desperate, dreamy and eager. His lips were slightly parted and quivering.

I went straight to him, cradling and kissing him. My hands were on his head, caressing it and trailing through his hair. His cock was already standing and very hardened, as if trying to burst out of his trousers.

He dug his lips into mine, kissing me furiously like his whole life depended on this. The kisses continued as he caressed my body. I really wanted him inside of me.

I placed him down on the bed and unzipped his trousers. How cock looked bigger than they always were. I guess it was as a result of the drugs he had.

I sucked him for a while and when he said was okay with that, he turned me over and pulled his shirt out, undressing himself and me very hurriedly.

We kissed for a while before he finally inserted his cock into me.

He went on and on, hitting me with all he had until he reached his peak and released his cum into me. It was a long sexual experience and we now cuddled, I was too exhausted to tell him this.

Perhaps in the morning!

I said to myself.

The next morning I woke up to find an empty space beside me on the bed. My heart skipped. He had already gone but one voice asked me to check him up in the house.

I caught up with him, he had already dressed up for work.

“Where are you going?” I asked him.

“Giorgio said she wants to go to the hospital, so I am going to drop her off.” He replied.

“Why? Hospital for what?” He sounded really suspicious here. “Besides, didn't I ask her to leave yesterday? Did she stay here overnight?”

“Yes,” Baron replied with no sign of remorse.

I furrowed my brows. “Why?”

“Because she is pregnant for me–” His voice sailed off smoothly, with such a low tone.

“Urrghh–”

“You said?” I was confused.

“You don't need to be confused, perhaps she will become our surrogate since I need a child so badly and you can't bear one for me.”

“Remember I'm a CEO and I need an heir.”

My lips mumbled for quite some minutes before I was able to bring up words. “Why didn't you tell me about thud before?” I asked. As if I'd let him.

“Sorry about that,” he snapped. “But if I did, you wouldn't allow it. I didn't want to create a problem between us. I was waiting for the right time to tell you.”

“Oh God–”

I hit my forehead several times, shutting my eyes so tight. I only wanted to surprise Jon but turned to the one being surprised instead.

What should I do? Oh God!!

“I wouldn't allow this as your wife, she has to have an abortion or I'll sue you in court for betraying me this way.” I threatened. I meant the first but the second was to make him agree to the first. I didn't want another woman to bear my husband's child when I was already pregnant.

Upon hearing this, his eyes darkened.

“You mean this?” He asked.

“Yes!” I nodded with all seriousness.

“Really?” He repeated his question.

“Yes!” I nodded even keeping a more serious face than before.

“It's fine. No issues.” He turned and left without saying anything further. To me, a ray of hope shone. I thought he's going to consider my request. I was already planning how to release my own good news after he must have come back with the news that Giorgia had aborted the baby and he had nothing to do with her again.

I stayed until evening, waiting for him to return from work. Upon his return, I ran to him, hugging him so tight as I was already expecting good news but he didn't hug me back. Next thing, he pulled out some papers.

“What's this for?” I asked him, confused.

“Our divorce agreement. Our marriage ends today. I've always wanted to get out of this fruitless marriage but decided to be patient with you, yet you crossed the line by boldly asking for the death of my child when you can give me none.” Baron said.

“Who said I can't give you a child?” I wept bitterly. “I was–”

He stamped his palm in the air. “No words from you. Just sign and leave. There's no need to keep two women. I need children, so I'll keep one that gives me that.” His face had become stiff like stone.

“I would rather be with Giorgia than you. Pack your things and leave tonight. I will give you three million dollars to start a life somewhere else, but as for us, it's over!”

I tried to beg him, but he didn't listen. “You can't give me what I want and yet you want Giorgia to terminate her pregnancy.” He repeated.

When I saw that there was nothing else that could be done, with my heart broken and shattered to the floor, I signed the papers and left, also hoarding the news of my pregnancy for him.

Kayla's POV

FIVE YEARS LATER

“What the hell is wrong with you? Can't you clean?” My manager said to me as he hit my head really hard. “There's still crumbs of food everywhere.”

“I am sorry sir. I will sweep the floor again.” I replied meekly as I left for the broom.

Yes, that was me. That was me five years after I was legally separated from my husband and given three million dollars.

Despite the pain of losing the love of my life, the three million consolidation money was something I thought I would use to push my life further and take care of my triplets.

However, my poor approach towards business made me invest in the wrong trade and after it crashed, over seventy percent of my money went with it. I tried other startups, but none of them worked. Before I knew it, in a little more than a year, I was back to being broke and jobless. Everything I had was gone and my babies, who were not even up to five months old needed my care now, more than ever.

We went back to my parents house in the countryside. There were no job offerings for me, but out of pity, one of my mom's friends employed me to work as a cleaner in her restaurant.

The pay was menial, but it helped me provide enough for my children, with help from my parents of course.

Things began turning real soar after the death of the restaurant owner and her son taking over as the manager.

He not only slashed everyone's salary by half, but was cruel and wasted no time in deducting from the already halved salaries if we did anything wrong.

“I can't do this again, mom. I can't. The stress is too much!” I told my mother when I felt uneasy giving up.

“You have to manage. If you give up, what happens to the children?” She asked me. “If you're alive and they can barely feed, what do you think will happen if you stop?”

My triplets were honestly the only people keeping me going. They weren't strong in the cruel world. I remember watching the wedding ceremony of Baron and Giorgia. The wedding I had planned with him, I saw him give it to someone else.

“You will all pay for this.” I said in my heart as I watched. My plan was to invest so much that I would rival his company and fight him. I wanted vengeance for what they did to me, but now that everything was gone, that dream had to die.

“Why are you so late today?” My manager asked with his cruel voice as I entered the restaurant thirty minutes later than the stated time.

“I am sorry sir. I had to take my babies to the hospital because they were sick. I came as quickly as I could.” I explained to him.

“Well, that's not my problem. Five dollars subtracted for lateness.” He said to me. I couldn't have this. It was getting too much and I felt myself losing it. I still tried to keep calm though.

“Please sir, you can't do this to me. You have already taken more than half my salary for this month.” I pleaded with him.

“That is a sign of how incompetent you are.” He replied rudely. “Now, get to work, else I take another.”

“Must you be so wicked?” I spewed out without caution. He turned to me, shocked that I was saying that to him.

“I can fire you for that nonsense you just spilled out of your mouth.” He threatened. “You know what? I quit! You can keep your stupid business to yourself!” I said at the top of my voice, then left the restaurant.

Honestly, he had it coming. He had been a dick for years and I just couldn't take it anymore. Deep down though, I wondered where I would get a new job because it was almost impossible finding one there.

My mom wasn't having it either. Called me a fool for letting the job go and insisting I had to go back and beg the manager.

“You have to, because if you don't, they'll be nothing for your children to eat. You know my work doesn't bring much home.”

Instead of me going back to work for someone, I vowed to do my own business for the second time, praying hard that I make it this time. Since I didn't have any money with me, I decided to take a loan with my business insurance to support me this time.

I wanted to start up a nanny agency. I would be training and recruiting up thirty nannies at a start, then I would send them out to families, the payment would be made to the company account, from where I'll pay them.

With support from my mom and friends, I started and launched my new agency.

Golden Care Nannies.

We hoped to grow and become the best with time. It wasn't smooth but with my persistence, the business was growing successfully.

It was time to pay the loan shark, so I got a call. It would be them asking for their money, I was even going to give them without using my insurance. I was doing well now, even though not at the peak, but anyone would know I'm doing well.

“Hello, is it Kayla?” A masculine voice came up on the line.

“Yes,” I snapped. “I'm pretty sure you're one of the staff of Green Loans?”

“No, the CEO.”

“Urghh!” I gasped. The CEO? Why will the CEO call me, is it that my loan is the highest or I said I wasn't gonna pay it?

“Well, sorry. I know you're surprised on getting this call, I don't mean to make you more surprised by telling you it's your ex-husband on the line.”

“What?”

“Yes.” Suddenly there was a brief pause.

“What do you want?” I scolded, feeling both confusion and anger. “Baron, what–”

“Please calm down, Kayla. I was going through the list of medium loans on my register and I saw your name. So I decided to call.”

“I can see you're doing well and you're the chief nanny. I–” He dragged.

“I had a little request.” He finally spoke out.

“What's that?” I replied, sounding infuriated. “I have a job for you. I want you to come back to my estate, but as a nanny and I will be paying you five hundred dollars every month. I'm a billionaire, I have the money but my wife just died and my daughter who's in grief has been rejecting all her nannies.” He proposed.

“I'm paying you the money I owe your company, if I knew you were the CEO of the company, I would have gone somewhere else.” I sighed, ending the call immediately.

I switched off my phone but anytime I put it on, I'd see calls from Baron. It came to a point I became pissed.

What's all these?

“Okay, I'll use my influence as a social media influencer and public figure to promote your company, my daughter can even become your brand ambassador for free through taking care of her–”

He didn't finish his statement when I began fantasizing about this. Baron has over a billion followers on social media, and is one of the most popular business moguls.

Having such a business deal with him will skyrocket my business success.

I sighed. “Well for this, I will do it.”

When the set time came, I left for his estate, telling my mother I would be sending her money to take care of my triplets who were with her. I couldn't take them with me because I was still hiding that information from their father. I wasn't coming the second time to win him even when I felt he was trying to win me. It's strictly business.

****

I entered the house again after five years and everything still felt the same just that the atmosphere surrounding us was different, cold and aloof from my end.

“Giorgia was diagnosed with stage 4 cervical cancer and was carrying a baby. She had a serious complication during childbirth and died so I need you here.” He said to me.

“Why can't you get other nannies?”

“I got nannies but my daughter rejected them all.” He snapped.

“We are keeping this relationship a hundred percent professional.” I said.

I scoffed at him. “I never intend on making up with you in the first place. As you promised, I am just here for the money and the promotion in exchange for my services only.” I replied to him.

He took a pause and turned to me. I understood his eyes.

“Just hope she likes me so I can get this business deal!” I slowly whispered.

Baron's POV

“Follow me!” I asked her and she obeyed, though reluctantly. I could feel the striking connection between us two, but she seemed not to want any of that again.

She had to put on her cold mask for me, so I wouldn't even think of trying to get her to fall for me again. When I cleared the air, she also responded in a way that sounded like she moved on from our love a long time ago. I just hoped it was for the best.

We went upstairs to my daughter, Fiona's bedroom. Fiona had never liked any nanny I brought to take care of her, so I wished she would like Kayla because that would really relieve my stress and I would be able to focus on work more.

When I entered the room, she was on the floor, drawing. “Meet your new nanny, Kayla.” I said to her. On seeing Kayla, it seemed she had seen someone she once knew.

She stood up at once and ran to Kayla, hugging her very tightly. Kayla hugged her back.

“What's your name, baby?” She asked my daughter. I was stunned, her cold attitude didn't reach up to my daughter. Only me.

“Fiona.” Fiona replied.

“Isn't that a lovely name for a lovely girl?” Kayla told her, causing her to grin even more.

The connection was so smooth, I was impressed and excited at the same time. I didn't believe this would happen, I didn't even believe that my daughter would like her. It was all like a mystery to me.

“Please make sure you take care of her properly, as though she was your own child.”

“Well, I'm doing my job as a good nanny, not what you are saying.”

At first, I feared that Kayla would take out the anger she had for Giorgio on Fiona, but from how they bonded, I was convinced that wouldn't be the case.

On my way downstairs, I suddenly got into a brief flashback. My sudden loss flew into my mind, the very reason I asked for a nanny for my daughter.

I got a call from the hospital. “Hello.”

“Mr. Baron, your wife sent for you. She says she wants to see you.” I was told.

I wanted to go, but when I saw the time, I couldn't. “Please, I have to be at an urgent meeting now. I will see her when I am done.” I related to the caller.

“But she…” the caller wanted to explain, but I stopped him halfway.

“Please, just do as I have said. I will be there as soon as I get the chance to.” I told him, subsequently ending the call before he could say the next thing.

I had to attend the meeting because of how important it was for the company. I had been trying to connect with Gervais for a while now. They were the biggest automobile maintenance company in the world and they finally agreed to meet with us after months of reaching out and I couldn't waste this opportunity.

I was already running late, so I went as quickly as I could. In no time, thanks to my swift driver, I was at the meeting place and began my presentation.

As I spoke, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It rang so loud, it disturbed the scene. I took it out and ended the call.

“Sorry for that.” I told them. Few seconds after I began speaking again, the phone rang. The same number. I was boiling with anger, when Prisha George, the daughter of the owner of the company, who was representing him looked at me with a soft smile. “You can go take your call, we'll wait.”

I left to the other side of the hall and answered. I was so angry about the interruption and ready to blast the caller, but what I heard weakened me.

“Mr. Baron, your wife has passed away.” My phone slipped out of my hands and smashed against the ground, catching everybody's attention.

I couldn't believe what I just heard. I ran out of the hall at once and headed straight to the hospital. At this point, my mind wasn't on whether I would get the partnership or not, but on my wife who had just lost her life.

“Where is she? Where is my wife?” I yelled out as I stormed into the hospital, looking restless.

“I'm sorry sir. She had a complication and her body kept failing so many times, she couldn't respond to our revival operations. That was why she had us call you. She wanted to see you one last time after finding out she wouldn't make it.” The doctor told me.

Now, I broke down. I was angry with myself. I chose work over Giorgia and now, I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye.

“Would you like to see her?” The doctor said to me. I couldn't do that. I didn't have the courage to look at her, after what I knew I had done. I left at once, driving as fast I could.

The reality was still dreamy to me. The doctors said they were trying all they could and she was looking promising. However, the child she was carrying made the risk level high and now that she was dead, the nine months old baby had died in her too. How was Fiona going to take the news that her mother had died? How were we going to move forward without her?

It was so unbearable for me even though it's days after she passed on. I wanted to get drunk all of a sudden, and return back here to the estate to sleep.

I once had a thing for drinking, but Giorgia made me promise her I would stop because she hated the smell of alcohol and I did. Now, however, that felt like the only place I could find solace.

I had bottles, more than I could count and more than I ever had before. Everything felt hollow, like a part of me had been taken away. I stayed here at the bar till midnight.

“We are closing sir.” The waiter said to me when it was time to luck up. By then, it was past 11pm.

I staggered to my car, half aware of my environment. Thank goodness I could drive home safely.

On opening the door, the first person I saw was Kayla. She has a nightgown on. Not revealing, but something that reminded me how sexy she was. My mind immediately began playing my late wife, Giorgia, how she often stood by the door to welcome me when I return home. This grief reflex feeling incited a very deep horny feeling in me that I began to advance towards Kayla. I ended up kissing her, grabbing her face.

She struggled and pulled out of my grip.

“I am sorry, but you're drunk. Besides, I'm your daughter’s nanny!” She told me. Looking at her closely, I saw a glimpse of Giorgia. I couldn't help but kiss her deep.

“No! Giorgia, it's you. I can see you, I want to have this sweet moment with you.” Before I knew, tears began to stream from my eyes. “Please Giorgia, be with me. Don't leave me.”

She was looking intensely at me, the pity and sorrow in her eyes. Like she was waiting for it, she obliged and we moved to the couch like that. My feelings became a bit distorted as soon as she accepted, it was now swaying between Giorgia and my ex-wife, Kayla.

At first, I could feel her resisting me, but I guess when she saw how badly I was grieving, she opened up to me.

“Let's go to the room.” She said softly into my ears. Although I was drunk, I was still conscious enough to know my daughter could come down and this view wouldn't be healthy for her.

I quickly lifted her up and went upstairs.

I dropped her slowly on the bed and kissed her softly. Her night was linen and smooth to touch, which aroused me the more.

I took off the dress and went straight to sucking her boobs. I could hear her moan as I did. After a while, I went down, pulling her undies down, so I could have a view of the sweet pussy that was once mine.

I couldn't wait to devour her and devour, I did. At one point, I wanted to be inside, so I took off my dress, ready to penetrate.

She stopped me. “Are you sure you want to do this?” She asked me.

“I can't control this feeling.” I pleaded with her.

“No, not like that. I just don't want us waking up tomorrow and releasing this was a mistake. Your wife just died, I know you are in pain and want relief.” She said to me.

“And this is how I want to mourn, I see the image of Giorgia, I want to have her this last time in my imagination.” I replied.

“Then you can have me as you wish.” Her words elated me, making me remember all the intimate times I shared with each other.

With every stroke, the memories reawakened and with every moan, the feelings came back.

I went on and on over her, both of us, looking directly at each other.

She had her hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to her. It had been a while since I had this experience.

Since Girogia fell ill and was admitted to the hospital, I hadn't been with any woman, so it all felt new to me.

The fact that I was doing it with Kayla, made it seem like I was experiencing our first sexual encounter all over again.

After about thirty minutes of thrusting, I finally came, spewing my fluid into her and letting out a loud sigh.

I laid on the bed, breathing heavily.

“Goodnight.” She said to me, standing up and trying to dress up.

“Why don't you spend a little time with me before you go to your room?” I requested.

Like she was waiting for it, she hopped on the bed again and we cuddled with each other.

None of us said a word, but allowed the silence to speak for itself. After a while, we both fell asleep in each other's arms, just like old times.