CHAPTER SIX

NATASHA'S POV:

I woke up and reached for my phone to check time

"What?!!!"...I shouted.

it's ten minutes past the hour of eight.

quickly i jumped out of bed.

"What will Mr Anthony think of me".....I thought to myself as pick what i will wear and ran to the bathroom.

I hastily brushed my teeth then took my bath, after which i wore my clothes and rushed downstairs.

On reaching there, I saw Mrs Crystal's sitting on the dinning chair scrolling through her phone.

"Good morning Ma'am"..I greeted as i bowed my head.

"and what could possibly be good about this morning when you are just waking up by this time uhhh!!?",,, she asked as she fully turned from her sit to face me giving me a stern look.

"look at the time you are waking from bed Miss Nanny, i can see Anthony has hired an armadillos to look after his daughter"...she declared.

"I am sorry ma'am, it will never repeat itself again"...I apologized.

"Go and prepare breakfast for Anthony and i. we both had a long night"...She smirked.

She must be referring to the sound I heard from their room yesterday.

"Mrs Crystal is childish"..., I concluded in my head.

She stood up to her full height, obviously wearing her husband's shirt.

"I said go and prepare something for us to eat",,,she reiterated but this time didn't seem to add that perverted part

"Ma?!!"..... wanted to be sure if i heard her right.

"Which one are you?...deaf or dumb?"...She rhetorically asked.

I am not very familiar with the kitchen"...i protest.

"If you get to the kitchen, you will not lack what to cook for breakfast",,,She insisted.

I complied and left for the kitchen.

Everything in the kitchen is quiet different from what I've been using including the cooker but thank God for my former jobs as aleast that has paid off in some way.

I can operate something's with much ease. ....

I opened the fridge, there are some fresh vegetables in the crisper and eggs too.

I decided to make scrambled eggs with few pieces of fish inside and garnish it with fresh spinach.

That's my mum's recipe and she prepares it for the family whenever she wants to give us a treat...

Few minutes later, I was done and coincidentally Mr Anthony walked into the kitchen.

"What are you doing Miss Natasha"...., he enquired.

"Uhmmm, your wife asked me to prepare breakfast for you too"....I answered.

"My wife?"... He asked looking bewildered.

"Mrs Crystal?". ..I answered.

"Crystal is not my wife".. he clarified with bit of annoyance.

Then who is she?,... I thought to myself.

"She is just a friend", he hurriedly answered back, as if he can read what is in my mind.

Now I am lost, if the lady isn't his wife, then where is his wife and they had sex yesterday....

"Natasha, mind your damn business. My conscience fired back at me"..

"You can serve us the breakfast when you are done"...

"Thank you".... he added before leaving the kitchen.

Atleast he has some little manners.

"What i am trying to say here is that, I don't see the need to tell her I'm not your wife Anthony".... Miss Crystal Shouted.

I think Miss Crystal is not ok with Mr Anthony's confession to me, i thought.

After dishing out their food, I took the food to the dinning table but on getting there Miss Crystal is not there.

I kept the food on the table together with the coffee i made.

"Crystal has left, so you can return her breakfast and do make sure to eat too"... He calmly said.

"Thank you sir", ....I said as I left for the kitchen.

Few minutes later, Mr Anthony came into the kitchen with his plate while i eat my breakfast.

Immediately I saw him walked in, I felt very conscious and reluctant to eat.

He washed his plate and left the kitchen without looking at my direction.

One thing i can say about Mr Anthony is that he was brought up well, hardly for a rich man like Mr Anthony to wash his plate after eating.

I hurriedly eat not wanting him to come back and find me eating.

Walking into the Sitting room, Mr Anthony was sitting there pressing on his phone with his spectacles on.

Today is Saturday, maybe that is why he is on casual wear and not suit....

He looks cute in almost everything.

"Admiring Mr Anthony has become a habit of yours Natasha". My conscience reprimanded.

I stood there pondering if i should go upstairs, stand there or go to the kitchen.

"My sister is on her way with Beverly, so expect them any moment from now"....he said, while his attention is still focus on phone's screen.

"ok sir"...I said,

"by the way, thanks for the meal today.

you cooked even if it isn't your job"....he said directly looking at me.

"My pleasure Sir",,,I answered as i went back to the kitchen and sat on one of the high stool close to the kitchen island.

There, i could easily hear when they arrive.

This time i gave i carefully surveyed the kitchen. it is a modern type kitchen and very much spacious.

A cooking competition can take place in this kitchen,...

" foolish thoughts Natasha",... I said to myself and outwardly laughed over it.

I turned my head to the entrance of the kitchen to see Mr Anthony looking at me puzzled.

Now he must think that i am having some mental issues.

He walked in, opened the fridge and took a bottle of water with a tumbler and left without saying a word.

Seconds later, i heard voices outside the kitchen.

"I miss you Daddy"... a little voice shouted.

Immediately my heart began beating fast.

"Calm down Natasha, everything will turn out well"..I encouraged myself as i stood from stool and went to meet them.

Walking into the sitting room, the place became quiet.

Mr Anthony was sitting on the sofa but then a little pair of dazzling eye was staring at me.

"Little Beverly". My instinct stated, ....

she was sitting on her Daddy's lap.

"And this is the Miss Nanny, Anthony?",,, a tall beautiful lady whom I didn't notice not untill now said.

"Yes, Scarlett",.... Mr Anthony replied back but his eyes were focused on his daughter as if he wants to read her impression about me.

The lady walked up to me in a very intimidating way and stood right before me.

She is much taller than i am.

"Miss Natasha"....she said as she crossed her arms high over her chest.

"My name is Scarlett Devale, and I am Beverly's Aunt. That guy there is my older Brother and expect to be seeing more of me in this house",,,,,she said, as if she is indirectly warning me about something.

"So are we good?"....She asked leaning in a little towards me.

"yes ma'am," i answered back though i am still not clear as to where she is heading to.

" Stop scaring the lady Red"....Mr Anthony intervened.

"Just looking out for my niece , Brother",,,,she replied as she returned back to the couch where Mr Anthony and Beverly were sitting.

"Muffin, she is your new Nanny. Why don't you say hello to her"....Mr Anthony said to Beverly.

"Hello, my name is Beverly but daddy calls me Muffin and my mummy calls me Jellyfish and Aunt Red calls me pweaches"..... little Beverly said in her little tiny voice.

"So which one should i call you little Beverly?"....I asked.

unconsciously calling her by the name i gave her in my head.

"wittle Beverly"...she said not being able to correctly pronounce "little".

"Because she called you little Beverly right?"... Mr Anthony asked while looking at her with wonder.

"Very smart".... I thought to myself