HIS SWEET REVENGE

Celine’s POV

I feel so stupid. I shouldn’t have woken him up. I should have just let him sleep all he could till he realized he is damn late for an important appointment. I was just trying to be kind by waking him up but all he did was ask me out, without appreciating my little effort.

I fume in anger, clicking my tongue and hissing severally as I help Jason to the bathroom and take his bath. His giggles are dissolving my anger and I find myself laughing. He is enjoying the hot water just like me. The bubbles are something to die for.

Water splashes all over me and I gasp softly. Instead of giving me an apologetic face, Jason shrieks in laughter. I shake my head and scoop him up.

“You are just like your father”, I mutter, feigning annoyance but he isn’t deceived by my look. He has just reminded me of what his father did to me this morning to pay for my kindness. “You are so stubborn like him.”

I wash him up and move out of the bathroom. He is in my arms as I walk into the room. I hear the buzzing sound of my phone and I dart my eyes around to search for it.

I quickly drop Jason on the sofa and rush to grab my phone from the bed. Jason was playing with it earlier before I succeeded in convincing him to take a bath.

Paxton’s name flashes across the screen and I pick it up.

“Hey”, I say.

“Hello, baby”, he shouts from the other end.

I roll my eyes and ask him. “Where are you?”

“In the car”, he shouts again. “How are you?”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“I am fine”, I reply and squat to Jason’s height on the sofa. I grab his lotion from the bag on the floor and begin to apply it to his baby, with the phone glued to my ears.

“Can we go out?” He demands and I shake my head as if he is seeing me. That won’t be possible, I can’t offend Bryan more than once in just a day.

“Paxton, you know that is not possible”, I assert firmly.

“Why?” He questions as if he has no idea what I am talking about. He knows but he is pretending not to.

“I can’t leave my work. I am at work”, I remind him. He keeps quiet for a while before saying.

“You are your son’s nanny, don’t you have a free day?”

“Nop.”

“Can I come over, then?”

Coming over isn’t a problem since Bryan will be out already. All I need to do is go out to the gate and tell the guard he is my brother like I did the other day. It is better than going out with him and incurring the wrath of Bryan.

The one that happened this morning is still in the air and I know Bryan will be aggressive for the next few days. I just hope I will get used to calling him boss again, instead of Bryan whom I am already used to.

I wonder what the hell happened to him and why he pulled me to the bed that way. There was this look on his face that I couldn’t place.

He looked like he was watching the love of his life, his face was glinting with happiness and relief and his eyes were piercing my soul with concern.

It took me a moment to realize Bryan isn’t in his right senses. I was confused at first. When the veil was off his face, his gaze turned cold and he shouted at me.

“Celine”, Paxton calls, jerking me out of my reverie.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I chant. “You can come over.”

“Alright, see you soon”, I can feel the smile in his voice and I hear the blaring sound of the car horn. I wonder where he is coming from. Paxton is weird. He disconnects the call and I drop the phone.

“Zaddy?” Jason questions me with a bright look on his face. I am surprised he is asking if the person I just spoke with is his daddy. Jason has never had any cause to ask me about his father until the night Bryan came to take him away.

“No, not your daddy”, I shake my head with a frown on my face.

Where did the idea come from? How did he know he has a father?

I continue rubbing the lotion on his body with a mixture of panic and sympathy.

Jason is going to be four years old soon. He has spent his whole life with him acting like a father and a mother to him. He never asked me if Paxton is his father, even though Paxton usually frequents my apartment, plays with him, and cooks for him.

Why then is he asking for his father out of the blue?

Has he gotten the impression that Bryan is his father now that we are staying in his house? Did Bryan say anything to him when he helped me stay with him last night while I took my shower? Is Jason too smart for his age?

“Mommy, I am hungry”, his statement jerks me out of my reverie. I look up at him, he has a pout on his cute face.

“Will you eat pancakes?” I grin at him.

“Yes, chocolates”, he smiles broadly. His love for chocolates is out of the world. I always try to reduce the intake as much as possible.

He began to love it when Paxton began to get it for him. I barely get chocolates for Jason because I can barely afford to get a box daily.

I nod. “Let’s get you dressed, then you can eat chocolate pancakes”, I drop the lotion and pull out a dress for him to wear.

I picked a few of his clothes from home when I resumed work but I was surprised when I came here to see a closet filled with baby’s clothes for him. I never thought Bryan would do this.

I am almost done dressing him up so we can go to the kitchen and see what Camilla cooked when I hear the knock on the door. I have the intention of making pancakes for him if what Camilla has isn’t favorable. Jason’s choice of food is weird.

“Come in”, I say freely. I am sure it is one of the domestic staff. Bryan will be at work already and he doesn’t acknowledge the courtesy of knocking before entering. He is the boss anyway.

The door opens and Camilla comes in with a tray of food. I flash her a smile in appreciation. Camilla is always there to help all the time. It is just as if she can read minds.

“Breakfast”, she beams and turns to Jason. “You look handsome.”

Jason smiles shyly. She moves closer and drops the food on the stool beside the bed. “I noticed Jason likes pancakes so I made him some this morning.”

“Wow!” I can’t hide my amazement. “What a coincidence! Thank you, Camilla. He is already hungry.”

She nods and I walk to take the tray.

Jason steps down from the sofa and trails behind me. He must be really hungry and I am glad at the change in his eating pattern. I open the plates to see the freshly made pancakes.

“The boss wants to see everyone in the next 10 minutes, you should try and feed him as soon as you can so you can come out”, Camilla informs me and I raise a brow.

The boss? Is there another boss in the mansion?

“Our boss?”

“Yes, he is at home today. He hasn’t gone to work all morning.”

“Really?” I thought he left for work already”, I tell her. She shakes her head.

“Hurry up and come down so you won’t be late”, she turns to go.

I grab Jason immediately and sit on the bed to start feeding him as Camilla goes out.

She is the eldest followed by the butler but she is still scared of Bryan like the rest of us.

As I feed Jason, happy that he is eating the pancakes in delight, I can’t help but think of what Bryan wants to say to every one of us. I just hope I won’t be humiliated again, because it seems this is what I was employed for.

Being my son’s nanny is enough humiliation, I conclude with a shrug.