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H
ush little baby don't say a word, Charity's going to buy you a mocking bird," she sang softly. Her hand slowly stroked Jett's little back. Light snores were the reply to her song.
Charity smiled and placed a kiss to his forehead. Her little charge loved when she sang him lullabies at bedtime.
Jett Blackson was an eighteen month old, with the chubbiest of cheeks, a smile to melt one's heart and the curliest thick blond hair she'd ever seen.
And she was the lucky one to help raise him.
Her official title was the nanny.
Charity Jean was hired by billionaire couple, Tyson and Cindy Blackson, to care for their child.
Jett was the perfect little angel making her job easy.
Being hired as the nanny for this little boy was the best job she'd ever had. Charity was extremely doubtful she would have been the one they'd choose in the hiring process.
Tyson was a billionaire business tycoon, while his wife was an influential lawyer.
Charity, a high school drop out with no other experience, had worked as a babysitter for plenty of families. Never once in her mind had she thought she would be good enough to work for a wealthy couple.
She applied for the position and got it.
It had meant her moving from the bayous of Louisiana to New York City. Manhattan, to be exact. Charity had never seen such expensive and luxurious living until she moved in with the Blackson's.
She had never been north before until she moved to New York, and Charity had already vowed she wouldn't be going back.
Ever.
She had gotten used to her new lifestyle, and the job certainly had its perks. As the live-in nanny, her job was to care for Jett around the clock.
The family traveled abroad, she went with them.
There was never a hesitation in spending money with the family.
They were loaded.
Charity was not only paid a hefty salary, but she was also able to enjoy anything she wanted on the family's dime.
It was definitely a change from the poor conditions she'd left behind.
She was willing to do whatever was necessary to keep her comfortable job.
Charity paused the rocker she sat in. Jett's eyes remained closed. She smiled, taking in his little features. He was such a happy baby, and even in his sleep, he smiled.
Careful to not wake him, she stood from the chair and walked over to his crib. They hadn't transitioned him yet to a toddler boy bed, but it was coming soon.
Charity had been with him since he was two months old.
She was attached to the little man as if he were her own. She laid him down on the mattress and covered him with his favorite blanket. He rolled to his side, letting loose a sigh.
Charity backed away quietly. She didn't want to chance his awakening. She walked over to the dresser where his monitor was and turned it on before she exited his room.
Her bedroom was located next to him to enable her to get to him as quick as possible.
She entered her bedroom and closed the door.
"Time for a shower," she muttered. It had been a long day. The little boy was fussy today, not understanding why they were stuck inside of the home. It had been three weeks since the entire country had been shut down.
A novel virus had begun to spread, and everyone was ordered to stay inside.
Charity tried as best as she could to keep the little one entertained. Today would have been a great day to travel over to Central Park and spend some time.
There were so many activities that went on over there. Charity loved the Mommy and Me group she participated in with Jett. Even though it was for mothers, she wasn't the only nanny who belonged to the group.
Charity walked into her private en suite bathroom, stripping her clothes from her body. She flipped the water on in the shower and waited for it to heat up.
She would have to make some plans for them tomorrow. Already, the little bugger was showing signs of cabin fever. Charity was too, but at least she was old enough to understand that the world was currently in chaos.
She stepped into the shower and shivered. The water felt divine. The hot stream of water massaged her back and relaxed her muscles.
Thirty minutes later she was squeaky clean, hair was blown dry to lie on her shoulders in dark waves. She didn't want to go to bed with wet hair. She never could get good sleep with
damp hair sticking to her scalp and pillow.
"Now I feel human," she mumbled. She stared at herself in the mirror feeling satisfaction fill her. Her skin was flawless thanks to good genes. She was twenty-six years old and didn't look a day over eighteen.
During her free time, she worked out religiously, and she ensured she ate healthily. That was easy since the Blackson's employed a personal chef who cooked for the family.
The private line in her bedroom rung. Charity paused and glanced at the hone on her nightstand. A small smile spread on her lips. She walked over to it and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Charity, it's Tyson." The billionaire's deep baritone voice filled her ears. "How are you?"
"I'm well, sir. Thank you for asking." She tightened her robe's ties before taking a seat on her bed. "Did you make it back home, sir?"
The man of the house had been away on business in Seattle when the announcement came down from the president. All forms of travel had been halted. Washington state was the first hot zone in the United States.
"Unfortunately not. A few people in my office that was traveling with me has symptoms right now and they have us quarantined. I will be unable to travel for fourteen days," he sighed.
"I'm so sorry to hear that."
"I'll be fine. I'm calling on behalf of my wife since I just got off the phone with her. She is requesting you tonight."
A shiver slid along Charity's spine at his words.
She was being summoned.
"Yes, sir. I'll be right there. You stay safe." She gently hung up the phone with her smile growing.
She, the live-in nanny, not only took care of her young charge but his mother as well.
Only the way she cared for Cindy was much different than the way she took care of Jett.
Charity ensured every and all of Cindy Blackson's sexual needs was fulfilled. Tyson didn't care and even encouraged his wife's relationship with Charity.
He had his own affair with his assistant, Jeff, who kept him busy.
Charity made her way to her closet. She took off the terry cloth robe and hung it up on the hook on the back of the door. Her hand skimmed the lingerie before her. She picked out a sheer lace robe and put it on. She tied it closed and exited from her closet.
Her heart raced in anticipation of her late-night assignment.
This was the best part of her job.