Nanny for the Grumpy CEO

Nanny for the Grumpy CEO An Enemies to Lovers Single Dad Romance Aimee Bronson Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Aimee Bronson All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permission requests, contact [email protected]. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Contents Dedication Chapter 1 Troy Chapter 2 Alison Chapter 3 Troy Chapter 4 Alison Chapter 5 Troy Chapter 6 Alison Chapter 7 Troy Chapter 8 Alison Chapter 9 Troy Chapter 10 Alison Chapter 11 Troy Chapter 12 Alison Chapter 13 Troy Chapter 14 Alison Chapter 15 Troy Chapter 16 Alison Chapter 17 Troy Chapter 18 Alison Chapter 19 Troy Chapter 20 Alison Chapter 21 Troy Chapter 22 Alison Chapter 23 Troy Chapter 24 Alison Chapter 25 Troy Chapter 26 Alison Chapter 27 Troy Chapter 28 Alison Chapter 29 Troy Chapter 30 Alison Also By Aimee Bronson Dedication Dedication DEDICATION To all the women in the world who suffer in silence with afflictions that the medical world doesn't have solutions for…YET. This book is a call for a focus on women's health to solve issues that have been ignored in the past for various societal reasons. It's time we had solutions. It's time women had an equal representation in medical research. Let's create a future that cares for all bodies! —Aimee Chapter 1 Troy Pavement, grass, or a cobblestoned path of broken hearts, it didn’t matter what the ground beneath my feet was; I conquered the obstacle and made it to the top. The echo of the beat from Imagine Dragons’, “On Top of the World”, kept time against my eardrums through the tiny speakers in my ears. The rhythm was fuel for my fire: I was at the top of my game, and it felt fucking good. I didn’t need the reminder. I knew who I was. I knew what I was. But as the wind floated across my skin and my feet moved across the concrete, keeping pace with my steady breaths, I knew I was untouchable. There was no one on my heels, no one who could keep up–I had nothing more to contend with than my shadow and the air I cut through. Running was my way of escaping from the troubles I couldn’t see and helped bring me back to what was important. Blazing through paths on lonesome hour-long jogs was an escape like no other. I was beyond capture, by anything or anyone. To blend in, I wore black; black athletic tank, black shorts, black hat–the one concession to my need to stand apart from the crowd was the pair of red running shoes that softly landed on the ground with each stride. A movement caught my eye just to my left, a hand waving in my direction. I silently cursed, thinking I had been recognized. I knew this hat wasn’t enough to completely shield my face. I saw a couple of young women standing next to a bench, talking animatedly with each other. My face softened, and I chuckled quietly as I took in their excitement. I had half a mind to stop for a moment, the woman on the left with the jet-black hair capturing my attention. The three or so buttons undone on her shirt left little to imagination about her chest despite the red jacket she wore. I was a beat away from slowing my run when I suddenly crashed into an unknown body. We both went tumbling off the path and onto the grass. “What the hell?” I snapped, pulling out my earbuds, completely caught off guard by being taken down so easily. “Hey!” a distinctively feminine voice shouted in my direction. I looked over and large, brown, very unhappy eyes were burning in my direction. She snapped her gaze away as she smoothed her hand over her long, brown ponytail before getting up and starting to walk away. “What’s wrong with you?” I yelled, standing up and shaking away the stunned feeling. “Couldn’t you watch where you were going?” Anger and upset were clear in my voice and part of me expected her to just keep going and avoid fighting with a stranger in the middle of the park. But she surprised me–again–and whipped back around, her ponytail catching in the breeze the force of her movement created. “What’s wrong with me?” she shot back, and I could feel the sparks of anger from her eyes shooting between the small distance between us. “What’s wrong with you? You ran right into me because you weren't looking. Who runs like that in the middle of a busy park? You’re not the only one here, you know.” “Are you serious right now?” I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my lips, and it was clearly the exact wrong thing to do, because her posture hardened and her scowl somehow deepened. Still, I couldn’t ignore how beautiful her face was, even if she was losing her shit. And to be honest, it was a rare occurrence these days for someone to be outwardly angry at me. “Do I look like I think this is funny? Would I find it funny to be bowled over in the middle of the park by some self-absorbed asshole as I’m just minding my own business?” She looked at her elbow and brushed something away. I tried to do a quick scan to see if she was hurt, but every inch of her visible skin in her shorts and sleeveless top looked perfect. “I could have been hurt.” “That’s what you wanted though, right? I’m only sorry your plan failed.” I shook my head, realizing that this was what she wanted the whole time. “Excuse