What happens when the person engineered by God to love you can't. Antonio doesn't know how to love his daughter. Every time he looks at her all he can see is the reason his wife died. But when Rayne a business graduate come to his house to play nanny he is forced out of his ice cold exterior. He falls in love with his nanny, but Rayne doesn't want anything to do with him, because of the way he treats his daughter. Now Antonio has to learn how to love his daughter again, while trying to convince the woman he loves, to stay with him and not to take their baby away.
Antonio stared at her. Her lips had haunted his dreams and he didn’t like it. The more he thought of her the less he thought of Maria. “What do you want?”
He saw the look of shock on her face before determination replaced it. His plan of being hostile wasn’t working, on his part anyway. His body seemed to be reacting and going against his mind. “What’s your name anyway?”
“Rayne Matthews.” She hissed through clenched teeth.
“Rayne,” he begun.
“Miss Mathews.” She corrected.
Antonio chuckled then started off towards his bedroom, “Miss. Mathews what can I do for you at this ungodly hour.”
“I wanted to speak to you about Alessandria’s birthday.” She said as she followed him into the room.
Antonio stared at her in shock as she walked past him at the door and into the room. He couldn’t overcome the feeling of how right she looked being in his living room. He couldn’t explain where his feelings for her were coming from. But he thought it could be because he hadn’t been with another woman since his Maria.
“Of course, come in.” he mumbled as he begun to shed off his suit.
“I was thinking that maybe we could do something special for her.” She went on.
He took his shirt off and had the pleasure of seeing her fall silent as her eyes scanned over his body. Antonio knew he had a good physique; he spent hours in the gym trying to release his pent up aggression and some stress. His ripped body was the result of that work out. Antonio watched as her chest heaved, her eyes darkened with desire and when her tongue licked her plump lip, and that was it. He took two long strides and his body was up against hers. He waited for that anger he had seen days before to push him away, but she didn’t.
She seemed lost in the desire building up between them. Her hands smoothed over his muscles and he felt his body burn at her touch. His breath grew raged as his pants tightened around his hard on. He wanted to plunge into her, feel himself move inside her, hear her cry out his name. He lowered his lips to hers and seized them. The kiss was just as he expected, sweet and powerful. They engaged in a quick sprint towards insanity as their lips moulded against each other, building up this need to tear into each other.
He cupped his hands on her rear and pulled her against his desire. He grunted his approval when he heard her moan. Antonio had never once considered sleeping with the help, but he needed to feel Rayne’s naked body move underneath his, her soft skin as they touched and her body surrender as he drove her to her climax. But just as his body acted on his thoughts he felt her pull away.
“What did you do that for?” she asked as she tried to catch her breath.
Antonio stared at her, wondering if she had been in the same room as he was. He retreated into his closet and came back dressed in a t-shirt and sweat pants. He sat behind his desk in his living room and took his laptop out with the intention of working. Rayne was still standing there staring daggers at him.
“We don’t celebrate birthdays here.” He spat out.
“She’s four years old.” He heard the crack of emotion in her voice and wondered where it came from. “You are her father; you should do something for her.”
“Mother usually has a dinner for her. Talk to my mother.” Antonio went back staring at the black screen of his laptop. He couldn’t bear to see the tears flowing down Rayne’s cheeks as her eyes accused him of being a bad father. He knew that already and knew what everyone thought. He didn’t mind or cared. But having Rayne look at him with such disgust made him want to weep.
“It’s not her fault you know.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s not her fault your wife died. Don’t you think Alessandria knows that’s the reason you hate her. She’s a little girl but I guess she’s as strong as her daddy.” He watched as she headed towards the door and all he wanted to do was reach out to her and bear out his soul. But his pride wouldn’t let him, “Maria would be ashamed of what you are doing to her baby. I know I would.”
His body trembled with rage as she banged his door shut. How could she? She didn’t have the right. Rayne didn’t know how much he had lost.
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