Tempting the Billionaire and His Heir

Chapter 24 (1138)

ALEXA’S POV

I huffed out of exhaustion as I pushed Nolan’s wardrobe to the opposite side of his room. I wasn’t expecting that I would have to eat my words in cases like these, but I have to make a point that I am not a person to put down exceptions unless told so.

If he wants to be bossy and demanding then fine, but I’ll never agree just because he said so!

It didn’t help that I’m the only one to clean after him, there really isn’t anyone else to share responsibilities. My job is to clean up the mess he’s left in his bedroom, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t enjoy it, I suppose. I couldn’t deny that the fact that I was able to do all the work makes me happy to say the least. I love cleaning after others, and it was just another way to make a point that he should not be bossing me around!

Once I finished pushing the wardrobe over, I walked over to his bed to grab the book I’d been reading, as I lay back on it and read, I heard someone knock on my door.

“Come in,” I called out lazily as I continued my reading, but I froze as the door opened slowly, revealing a tall, handsome guy, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. He was staring down at me with his hands tucked in his jeans pockets, smirking slightly at my shocked state.

When he realized that I was caught looking at him in his bare chest he raised his brow at me, trying to figure out what I could possibly be thinking.

He walked closer, still staring into my eyes.

“I don’t like the layout of the room, push everything back to where it was then we can move on to the next,” Nolan said, smirking as he spoke.

“Jesus Christ, don’t you know how heavy these are?” I pointed at his furniture before he shook his head.

“You said no going below the belt, so I’m asking simple task that I need-”

“You need?! Boy, you need a lesson on how to categorize your wants and needs,” I stood up in defeat and started walking to go out, but then he blocks me.

“You’ll get to go out once you’re done,” I grumbled at him before turning back around and rearranging his furniture the third time.

I had almost finished straightening the bookshelf when I felt my back ache and hurt from being hunched over for so long so much.

“Thank you,” he muttered to me softly with the same smirk he had earlier and I stared hard at his face trying to decipher if his face had suddenly changed. It didn’t, but his expression was now more playful than anything and it was making me quite nervous. Why is he doing this to me? Am I really such a bad influence that he doesn’t know how to let me loose? I mean come on, he’s a billionaire, there aren’t many people who could resist him… But me? I’m not even sure if I should call him “Mr. Brown Jr.”, I wouldn’t want to offend him. If he doesn’t want his father’s company then I won’t force him…

I finished moving things back to where they used to be and I finally let out a sigh of relief. The whole floor was a bit dusty since the wood under the furniture was being moved around.

“After vacuuming, take care of my laundry then you’re free to go,” he said with a soft smile and walked past me, grabbing a jacket that seemed to match his outfit perfectly. I followed along behind him until I saw a glimpse of Kathy waiting downstairs. I took the vacuum next to the staircase and watched as they both greet each other with a kiss.

My phone vibrates in my pocket as soon as Nolan and Kathy walked out the door. Slipping it out, I see a message from Mr. Brown.

“Nolan’s going on a date. I’m letting him go outside.” I sighed in relief as I finally had some time for myself and plugged in the vacuum.

After finishing everything up, I decided to go downstairs with Nolan’s laundry in the hamper. I haven’t been out in a while due to busyness and it would also give me some sort of closure to all of these problems in my job with Nolan, I needed to talk to Anthony about my day off. I just hope that he hasn’t gotten too wrapped up in his job and has forgotten about me needing a break from his son. I mean seriously, is that even possible? Well, it is possible, I guess.

Arriving at the laundry room, I sorted out the clothes until I felt a bulge in one of his dress pants. Taking it out, there was a rolled-up chunk of cash that was being held by a rubber band.

“Holy shit,” I quickly looked around and saw no one with me in the room.

Sliding it under my uniform, I kept it hidden in my bra. I quickly sorted everything and kept seeing rolled chunks of cash in most of his pants. By the time I was done putting them in the washer, my bra was stuffed with money.

“Shit!” I muttered under my breath as I threw away the used laundry basket in the corner and looked around again if there was anybody around.

As I walked upstairs, I noticed the living room was completely empty which made me a little relieved knowing that I had some breathing room to clear my thoughts as well. I walked over to my room, closed the door, and lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling as I tried to calm myself down. After about half an hour, I sat up from my lying position, grabbed my notebook and pen from my nightstand drawer, and took out the cash in my bra.

By the time I was done counting all the money, it was already 4 o’clock in the afternoon. I packed up all of the money together as I checked if I’ve got all of it into one jar and stuffing it with the notebook that I wrote down into the drawer. Sighing deeply as I step outside my room and then back downstairs to the laundry room to hang Nolan’s clothes. I sat on the edge of the washing machine, running my fingers through my hair as a thought ran through my mind that made me smile at how ridiculous it sounded in my own head.

“I can try to take a break the following day” My words sounded more like a question than a proper sentence as I pulled a strand of hair between my finger and thumb.

“Alexa!”