"Breathe for me"
After finishing up the small mess that the girls had left behind after playing with Gabriellas toys i make my way to the kitchen. Looking at the dishes that were left behind i start to clear them away and clean them as well. Is it really helpful being a Nanny, a Maid and a Women for him in this house? I mean come on who hires someone they barely know to become their Nanny and place their Child in those hands? Maybe it was how i took care of Stacy but that still doesn't really make any sense.
As i try to make sense of how strange it is that is was quite literally hired within a few days, Miguel comes up behind me and leans on my shoulder.
"You seem upset". I continue doing the dishes as i feel the weight of his head on my shoulder and the rythem of his breathing against my ear. I take a deep breath in as i feel my stomach tighten and the thought of telling him about this actually qite odd situation and about the messages that my Mom sent me. "Im not sure how to sum it all up" i take a small break to take a deeper breath in and continue "i guess its just the whole situation that i seem to not be getting out of , no matter how much i try to leave it comes back like a boomerang" .Miguel doesn't speak for a long second and it takes everything in my body not to turn around and look at hum. Did i say too much? No it can't be i didn't tell him about anything, i just said i had it rough which can indicate a-lot if you put your mind to it. After taking in a long breath Miguel starts to speak. "Do you need any help?" His words come out haggard as he speaks up again, sound a little bit pissed off "if this is about strength or injustice" i could take care of it you know? But i don't want to step into a space that your not comfortable with me being in so ... just say the word if you do"
I let his words sink into my skin and it feels like a hot iron blade cutting open my skins and leaving it a quivering and bloody mess. They shouldn't sting ... or should they? Thinking over my situations and looking for a way that Miguels presence could actually help with. There is one situation... but its too personal for my liking so i should handle it on my own. "No but if something comes up I'll tell you .. alright? Miguel backs off and seems to just stare at my back, a small grunt leaves his mouth as i leaves the room. Everything is silent except for the small noises leaving Gabriellas room. The silents hurts and it feels light its sucking out the air of the room as well as my lungs. After failing to take in a breath panic starts to settle into my bones. I sit down on the ground and try to calm myself with the feeling of the cold tiles on the floor. The panic starts to wither as i calm my breathing and lean against the kitchen. Theres a small voice in the back of my mind and it sound soothing. " Breath for me nice and slow... breath in ... and breath out".
As i listen to the Voice and relaxe against the kitchen i slowly start to feel better and in the next moment Stacy runs up to me. As she starts to go on about how she was worried and that she wanted to check up on my with Gabriella i see Mugel looking worried and leaning against the frame of the wide doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. it seems like he is also pissed off.
"Sissy ! Sissy! Can we go to the Playground where we were last time ? Pleeeeeaaaaassssssseeee?" I look back down to see Stacy with Gabriella , both on their knees , putting on their best Puppy-eyes. Miguels expression changes as he looks down at the two girls who seem to be trying to wrap you around their finger. " Girls calm down or there wont be any going out at all. I first need to finish cleaning this kitchen and then ill get you two ready to go alright?" I smile at the two as i start to move back up to stand up. I clear off any possible dust that my have been caught on my Skirt as i look up and see that Miguel vanished. Hm thats oddly weird but alright ill live with it. As i finish up the kitchen and get the girls ready to head over to the playground i stop by Miguel's office. I hear a muffled "come in" as i quietly open the door and see him sitting at his deskwith a Mug of steaming coffee in his hand.
"Is there anything i can do for you , y/n?"
Is there anything he can do for me? If he keeps looking like a busy man with a literal suit on , he can do alot more for me then he thinks. I move into the room as i take in the decoration of his small At-Home Office. Cool tones paint the walls and small shelfs are lined up on the sides of the room. His back is facing to a wall made of glass. The view of Nuvea York is astonishingly beautiful. Theres also a small sitting area with a couche and two small lounge chairs, a small coffee table sits in the middle of the seating area. "I was just coming in to tell you that the livingroom as well as the kitchen are clean and that ill be taking the girls to the playground now. Would you like to... tag along? I mean i know that your a busy man but i think that it would be best if you'd spend time with your daughter from time to time. Ofcourse ill be taking care of her but she still needs her Father". Miguel takes a moment to think about my words. Is it that hard to spend time with your own daughter ? I mean sure my dad isnt the best and he nearly never spends time with me, not throughout my childhood as well as now. I take a closer look at his face as he thinks. His browns are knitted together as if he's thinking really hardly and his hands are balled to fists. What is going on with this Man. Does he have some unresolved family trauma or something.
"im sorry but I will not be able to make it , i still have to go out for work and i simply don't have the time right now , ill make sure to join in some other day. And believe me im taking you advice to heart"
"But why ? It's quite literally the weekend who has to work a highly ,well–paid job on a Saturday?"
Miguel just looks at me and his expression is starting to get really angry. Ok well i didn't think that it would piss him off this badly. I should've backed off when he said no the first time but i cant show him that im backing off but more that im standing with my point to give it strength. I stand still as i look at him with a focused and confident expression. Making it clear that im not just making a point with my advice but that i want him to start with it now.Miguel is not sitting anymore as he looks down on me, with his tall frame. "You really shouldn't be questioning me as i am still your boss y/ n . I tried to be nice about it but obviously you still go on and question my decisions. Now go out with the girls or i will bend you over this fucking table and make you beg me for an apology". I look at him stunned because of his choice for words. Did he just imply that he'd hit me? My face starts to turn red and shame creeps into my sides, how can a few words make a situation embarrassing, shameful , awkward and hot at the same time. Miguel doesn't seem weirded out but this tension but a smirk is forming on his face as if he likes the reaction which he pulled out of me. "If we take your expression into account , hermosa... you'd be so dirty that you'd like that. Wouldn't you?" I didn't realize he leaned in closer to my face as i felt his breath against my cheek.
To get out of this situation i turn around and quickly walk to the door. "Then I'll see you in the evening"
Just as im about to leave the room and push the handle of the door down i realize that im locked in. What the fuck!? Turning around i see Miguel leaning on his desk with his arms crossed in front of his chest. His biceps bulging under his Suit. Wow he does look edible but if he thinks a lock and a god forsaken body can make me not freak out , then he's certainly mistaking. I move in closer and stand in between his thighs , caging him between the desk and me. "If you think ill simply hand myself over to you after asking you for some simple decency for your daughter, then your wrong. Now im pissed off. I got to say i thought about you naked in your chair, after i ripped your clothes off and sucked you off but i don't think you deserve that anymore after acting like this" i point to the door as i wait impatiently for him to open the door while i look up at him. I haven't been here for long Mr O'Hara but it seems like you have a small aggression problem in your head. So please figure it out." As i turn around my laughter falters as a strong hand wraps around my neck and pulls me back. His breathing is harsh and labored as he licks a trail of wetness up my throat. "Hermosa , you don't have a say in that and your defiance is annoying, so be a buena Chica and get on your fucking knees" a shutter wrecks through my body as i feel his tongue on me and i try to pull away. I cant just give in to a goddamn well build and handsome looking latino dilf. Not when he even disrespects my point.
~to be continued~