His Nanny At Service

Chapter 10

Ivano's POV

"Knock knock." I stifled my groan as I heard that. I curse that moment, that second when I said that she should knock if entering someone's private space. Now she knocks everywhere!

When I am in the kitchen she knocks, when I am in Enzo's room she knocks, when I am in the living room she knocks and even on the balcony... She bloody says 'knock knock'.

She has got me irritated with her knocks. When I said her...

"Ms. Idhaya, I asked you to knock when I am in my private room or study."

"No, you said I should always knock if I am entering your private space. And this is your house - your private space." She said with a teasing glint in her eyes, but her words sounded so innocent as if she is actually being obedient rather than irritating.

"And anyway you are the boss and boss is always right. So, as a good and credible employee, I should follow what my boss said. Right boss?" I nodded while glaring at her. She went on her way and from the past three days, this topic ends with me giving up or she arguing even more.

Like today, we are arguing...

"When you are living in my house then common areas are allowed without knocking," I said when she knocked in the pool area too!

"What did you say? Your house right? Again... Boss, it's your private property. Now have this juice, please."  She is a hopeless case, but now I will also irritate her. She should realize how fucking frustrating she is, and yet I enjoy rather than getting angry.

"Ms. Idhaya, thank you for the juice." I smirked to myself when she turned to leave.

"Ohh! Boss, I forgot to mention. Tomorrow, I will take Enzo to the school for his admission." I looked at her in confusion.

"School? But Enzo is homeschooled." I said after I took the sip of her infamous mixed fruit juice.

"I know. But he needs proper schooling." She said and sat beside the pool.

"But in his condition..."

"That he can't speak? But he more intelligent than many kids of his age. He writes neatly, understands thoroughly, listens properly, and most importantly, he loves studying and observing. But he has only one negative point." After saying all the acknowledging facts Enzo, now she came on his speech?

"That he can't speak?" I asked.

"No. That he is aloof, just like his father. If that goes on then he won't be able to make friends. Won't be opening himself to anyone." I shrugged.

"I will ignore what you said about me. But he doesn't need friends, he has me." I said and drank all the juice in one go.

"He needs them as you are not always available. He has to resort to pranking because he got no one to spend time with. And as you noticed, from the past three days he didn't prank even a single soul. Because I am always there for him and that implies that he needs someone. And that someone is a friend. And don't forget, you also have Tristan and Emiliano for you. He needs that kind of bonding with someone of his age." She said and that got me thinking that my son is actually alone.

"So you think schooling will help? You think I didn't try to get him in an elite school, but the authorities suggest I send him to the school of his kind of kids. I don't want my son to go through emotional trauma. Either way, he might get teased or tortured... He might even try to commit suicide if someone says something about his... Umm..."

"He listens to his mother calling him unwanted, but still he is strong. And I am not suggesting you send him to elite schools. I am saying we should let him go to a normal school. Tomorrow, I will try in my previous school. As I know all the teachers, staff and principal... They will support him. He needs friends, he should not be aloof as you are." I scoffed at her.

"As if you have friends all over the world." I said.

"More than you. And those friends or you call that connection... Helped me in the business for years." She said in a clipped tone.

"Whatever. But I am not aloof." I said recalling all the good friends I ever had. And I can, much to my shame, count them on my fingers.

"Really? Mr. Ivano, your son literally copies you in every aspect. For instance, he uses his fork just like you do or the way he puts the table cloth, or the way he styles his hair like a mature person. Everything! Now that I think of it, you should be more amiable, cordial, outgoing, and generous. I am sure if you change that Enzo will too learn from you." She said thoughtfully.

"We are not talking about my negative behavior. How is this that every time you point out my faults?" I asked as there have only been three days and she pointed so many negatives in me than my mother ever did.

"Because you have many." She left! This bloody... I will seriously take revenge on her.

Yes! Revenge. But don't pay attention to whatever truth she said.

"Truth my foot! She insulted me. Thirty times in just three days." I find her insufferable yet irresistible.

She excites certain somethings in me and for the first time, it's not just my cock... But something else. Some regions that never drums inside other than slow and peaceful beating.

She makes me agitated and yet I want to ponder on what she said. And every time I realize she is more right than wrong, more accurate than shabby.

Don't divert yourself! Go and teach her... How can she talk to you like that?

I hummed in determination and went towards her room. I agree she is right, but I am the boss!

I just went inside her room without knocking it as, her words, this is my house.

Only to see her lying on the bed, in towel... Only!