Surrendering To The Billionaire's Lust( Coming Soon).

6. Failed first day?

The next day....

"Mila usually gets a meal to eat right after her class is finished," Gretchen informed me as she prepared a sandwich, presumably for Mila.

"I've noted it down, considering everything was specifically stated in the contract I signed," I nodded in acknowledgment, making a mental note to adhere to all the terms and conditions outlined in the agreement.

"Well, that's good to know. Wyatt can be pretty mean when it comes to Mila. One wrong move and he's more likely to have you locked up for child abuse instead of just firing you when there was no child abuse to begin with," Gretchen's statement left me gasping in shock.

Was Wyatt really that cruel?

"Has that ever happened before?" I asked, feeling a sense of dread creeping over me at the thought of such a severe consequence for a minor mistake.

"No, but he's definitely capable of doing it," Gretchen spoke with a hint of concern in her voice.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to scare you or anything. I'm just trying to let you know how serious he is and that you should take precautions in everything you do, especially since you're just starting out," Gretchen reassured me, her tone filled with genuine concern.

"Wyatt was never all that angry before. Between you and me, it was after his wife left that he became frustrated. I'd say it's because his wife left and Mila stopped talking. He tried numerous experienced speech therapists, but none could get her to speak. So, he'd just take out his frustration on everything and everyone," Gretchen continued, her words capturing my full attention.

He had a wife?! Why did she leave him? Are they divorced? When did they leave each other? Why didn't I see any ring on his hand? But most importantly, why was I so intrigued by this information?

My mind raced with questions as Gretchen's revelation about Wyatt's personal life sank in.

"That's sad to hear," I expressed, empathy for Mila evident in my tone. However, my thoughts shifted to the burning question about Wyatt's personal life.

"But why did Wyatt's wife leave? And are they divorced?" I couldn't help but inquire, driven by a curiosity to unravel the layers of his complex history.

"I've already said enough as it is, so I'd prefer not to say anything more. I don't want to go in too deep; I'm simply brushing the surface to give you an understanding of why he's always angry," Gretchen responded, and I nodded in acknowledgment just as our conversation was interrupted.

"I'll take my leave now," the woman who was Mila's private tutor announced as she entered the room, accompanied by Mila, before bidding us farewell.

"Have a great day," Gretchen smiled warmly in response.

I glanced at the shy figure of Mila as she timidly approached Gretchen while glacing at me.

"Here you go, Mila," Gretchen spoke kindly, placing the food on the table for her.

Mila quickly climbed onto the chair and eagerly picked up her sandwich. A smile lit up her face as she glanced at me before shyly eating her meal.

Despite her young age and the challenges she had faced after her mother's departure, Mila still found joy in simple moments and wore her smile on her face.

"How are you, Mila?" I inquired gently, earning a small, shy smile from her in response, her cheeks blushing.

I couldn't help but smile back, appreciating her quiet demeanor as she continued to eat her sandwich, taking small bites. Soon, she pushed the plate away and reached for her juice, sipping it slowly.

"Let's go do your homework, and then we can have fun doing whatever you like," I suggested with a warm smile, extending my hand towards Mila.

Hesitating for a moment or two, Mila timidly took my hand in hers and offered a small smile. Leading her to the living room, I gently unzipped her bag and retrieved her books.

As I flipped through them, I couldn't help but notice Mila's intelligence shining through her neatly organized assignments.

My eyes widened as I scrutinize the advanced level of studies Mila was tackling at the tender age of four. From multiplication to science, her curriculum far surpassed the typical expectations for a child her age.

You have got to be kidding me. Were they torturing this poor child? Or was this because he has a smart daddy? I do remember Samuel saying something about Wyatt being a self-made billionaire.

It was evident that Mila possessed a remarkable aptitude for learning, progressing at a pace beyond her years. While most five-year-olds were just beginning to grasp basic spelling or recite their ABCs, Mila was delving into complex subjects with ease.

With Mila engrossed in her homework, I watched from the sidelines, impressed by her focused determination as she tackled each task with ease.

Meanwhile, my heart raced at the sight of Wyatt's name illuminating my phone screen, signaling an incoming call.

Despite my attempts to steady my nerves, I couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety as I prepared to answer, hoping against hope that Wyatt was in a relatively good mood today.

"H-hello?" I stammered nervously, caught off guard by the rapid-fire questions.

"How is Mila doing? Is she adjusting well with her new babysitter? Does she look uncomfortable? Is she showing any form of discomfort? Is there anything that you may need help with?" Wyatt's inquiries poured out in quick succession, leaving me momentarily flustered as I tried to respond coherently.

I could tell he was simply concerned with the wellbeing of his daughter Mila and simple wanted to know how she was doing. So relieve him of his questions I mustered up the courage to switch the phone to video call.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to alleviate Wyatt's concerns by switching to a video call. As his face appeared on the screen, I couldn't help but notice how handsome and imposing he looked. Quickly adjusting the phone to ensure Mila was in clear view, I began to speak.

"Mila is doing perfectly fine and she's adjusting well," I reassured Wyatt, glancing over at Mila, whose smile brightened upon hearing her father's voice.

"How are you, Mila? Are you doing okay, baby girl?" Wyatt's concern for his daughter was evident in his tone, and Mila nodded in response, her sweet smile affirming her well-being.

"I'm glad to hear that she's adjusting well," Wyatt expressed his relief. "Usually, it takes her a while to warm up to strangers, which is why I'm a little anxious about leaving her, even after letting you get to know her yesterday. I'll head back to work now. I'll be home soon, Rue... Hazel." Wyatt corrected himself before ending the call.

I nodded my head, feeling a sense of familiarity with the name Rue-Hazel, as if I had heard it somewhere before.

As I tried to remember something about the name, my head began to ache, so I gave up on trying to recall it. It was hopeless.

Turning my attention back to Mila I noticed she had completed all her homework and as I went over them, they all were correct.

"Awesome job, Mila! Now how about we go have some fun?" I exclaimed, my voice filled with genuine excitement as I watched her nod vigorously in response, her eyes shining with anticipation.

As I prepared to accompany Mila, a sudden and intense pain pierced through my head, catching me completely off guard.

The pain was so excruciating that it caused me to cry out in agony, the sound echoing through the room before everything abruptly went dark, enveloping me in an unsettling void of unconsciousness.

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