Babysitter for the CEO

“Darling, you’re no fun at all. No wonder Lisa doesn’t like you. How about you give her to me, let me pamper her for one day and let’s see whether she’d still recognise you as her dad tomorrow,” Nelson continued poking at this irked dragon’s butt. “One, stop using that tone on me, it’s creepy. Two, don’t call me darling. I’m a man for haven’s sake and three the next time you refuse to be straightforward when you meet me, you’ll pay for the time wasted,” Jack stated coldly. “Ah, I’m poor so I can’t afford to pay you” Nelson whined looking like someone had shot an arrow that went straight into his chest. “But you can afford to ride in a Maybach” Jack wasn’t deceived. If this pig head was poor then what about those on the streets? Were they ghosts? “I’m so unlucky. A block of ice is my friend. I’m in pain…” he couldn’t continue his whining because Jack had suddenly stood up and rushed to him with shocking speed. He tried to dodge but was a step too late. He got hit in the face and for a few seconds he was stunned before another punch sent him back to reality. “Darling, you hit me? How can I face the world looking like this?” Nelson was no longer in the mood to play anymore. The temperature in the room was rising, but it soon reduced lower than normal. “Ha, Ice and Fire, whose gonna win and who’s gonna lose?” Nelson spoke with gritted teeth. “As usual, it’s always me” Jack arrogantly said irking Nelson even more. “Bastard, eat my fist” Nelson threw a punch at him but Jack dodged. “Sorry, weaklings like you aren’t worthy to touch me.” Jack said with disdain. “Hey!” Nelson tried to hit him again but Jack caught hold of his hand and threw him to the sofa where he had sat earlier. He also threw a piece of paper at him. “The time I spent with you is worth 3 million dollars. Remember to pay by transfer. Have a good day,” Jack put hands in his pockets and walked out of the room elegantly; an evil smirk on his lips. What do you think of these two? Are they enemies? **********Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

The owner of Perfect Specimen was now doing push-ups but when he saw Jack he stopped what he was doing and went over to him. “Who’s that creepy fellow you brought? He nearly abused me! And you need to pay for the shock I went through,” he whined to an unsympathetic Jack. “Don’t fret, he’ll pay you 30 million as compensation for your pain. Now I’m free to go, right?” Jack heartlessly sold poor nelson to this money grubber. “No, problem! Won’t you have a try at any equipment? You ain’t in good shape man,” the man was beaming so much that it became creepy. “Sorry, I’m penniless. I’d rather dance at home” Jack left without giving this man a chance to extort money from him. Nelson Woodley was the one who could baptize him with money. Jack, upon reaching his Rollsroyce, entered the car and drove away at breakneck speed, causing many to jump and get out of his way. “These rich bastards! What are we to them? Fowls on the streets?” an elderly lady selling fish cursed because her wares had poured on the ground and a heartless Jack who was heading back to his villa currently had crushed some. “Sorry, Ma’am” the lady raised her head to see a handsome young man that was well dressed. “You are rich too, right? Don’t deny it. You own that nice car. I saw you go into that place with him. Look at me! Look at what your friend did to me! What are we to you guys? Are we nothing? Because we don’t wear nice clothes? Because we don’t wear those million dollar worth perfumes, because we drink low grade beer and eat low grade food? Or is it because we are tanned? We work so hard so your riches would overflow; the least you should do for us is to be polite. What, are you feeling embarrassed coz I uncover the skeletons in your…” she couldn’t finish her words because right in her hands a gold card! Return the card after two days. The pin is 6689. How much do you think is in it lady?” Nelson teased her while whispering in her ear. He then stood up and put his hands in his pockets. “Can I go now?” he asked sweetly. “Ah… Yes, of course. Let me escort you to your car so no one will attack you. You are a fine young man, worthy of being a son-in-law,” the woman stubbornly escorted Nelson over to his Maybach and even opened the door for him to enter. He entered, nodding as she praised him tirelessly until he drove away. “Poverty, to hell with you, ” she said before running toward the nearest POS station. When it was her turn, she was very excited, thinking of the river of riches that would soon baptize her. Who knew that a random encounter would take her out of poverty? “Please help me check the balance. I will reward you handsomely, ” the lady beamed, while the worker gave her suspicious looks. How can this wretched woman afford to hold this card? It was second only to the black card. Does she think she could withdraw millions here from it? Forget it! She only asked to check the balance, and he did so. Suddenly his eyes widened, and the lady smiled too, thinking that the amount in it was a monstrous amount. “Hahaha, poverty, go die!” she laughed in her heart. The worker shook his head and gave her the terminal. She took it and brought it close to her face, only for her to almost drop it. “Madam, please hand it back” the worker was afraid this penniless woman would crush it. “Wait, let me check again” she brought it close to her face, but the figures were still the same-$132. 00! Just a bit higher than the worth of her fish. The woman literally passed out from grief. 5 minutes later, She awoke to see a crowd gathered around her and recalled all that happened. “Bastards! To hell with you two. You will never father children and your wealth will go down and down and down,” she kept cussing, to let out her anger. She then recalled the gold card and searched for it, only to find it in the hands of a well-known thug she owed a bit of money and color drained from her face.

“You’ll pay up today won’t you?” he asked with a smirk that irritated her. “I’ll pay! In fact, take the card. I don’t want it,” she yelled at him and rose.