#robin tna

[txemrn]

Somewhere Else

Book: The Nanny Affair, Book 3

Word Count: ~4730 (I haven't written TNA in a loooong time... I had a lot to say)

Song Inspo: "Paris" by Taylor Swift

Summary: Brynn (MC) reminisces about her whirlwind of a wedding day that was filled with jitters and professions of love.

Warning: a little language; fluff; bits of angst

AN: This is my submission for @moodmusicmonday's the Luck of the Draw! I'm not exactly a Swiftie, but this was so much fun, gleaning inspo from a song I otherwise would never have known! Thank you to whoever sent it, and to my amazing counter-part @sfb123 (who... I don't know if y'all know this, but she has been running MMM for most--if not all--of 2023): thank you for hosting this event, sister! You did a GREAT job!

A/N 2: These characters, some of the plot and even some of the dialogue belong to our friends at Pixelberry! Not truly preread or beta'd, so please excuse my errors!

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Present

"... tonight on ET, we have the wedding exclusive of billionaire bachelor Samuel Dalton and his nanny-turned-fiancée Brynn Schuyler–"

The glow of the screen flickers to black before hosting a new picture.

"... I'm here with the groom's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Mason Dalton. Seeing your son at the altar like that, tell us –"

 The soft click of a button changes to another channel.

"...the two are pictured here before they scurried off to an undisclosed location, some believe they are still here in Mexico–"

He turns off the television before tossing the remote onto the coffee table in our suite.  He pulls his phone out of his pocket, running an anxious hand through his thick, chestnut waves. No doubt, he's staring at dozens of missed calls and unanswered texts. 

I don't know if it was the turning of the bathroom doorknob, or if he could hear my nervous, labored breathing, but he abruptly stops, dropping his phone as he fixes his hungry gaze to me. A crooked smile forms as he devours me with his dark eyes, the flecks of copper reflecting in the candlelight.

Butterflies evade my belly as I stand before him, wearing nothing but the white shirt from his tux. I fidget with the cuffs of the long sleeves as they keep falling past my hands. I can feel him watching my body, an innocent awe etching across his face.

"I hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt." I blush, averting my eyes as the oversized cotton material slouches off of my sunkissed shoulder, exposing my bare skin.  "I don't exactly have anything else–"

"It's perfect," he croons softly. He stalks closer to me, his hands finding mine. "You really think I wanted to see you a moment longer in that dress?" He chuckles, the warmth in his tone exhilarating my senses.

We fall into a comfortable silence, our eyes locked on one another. 

We're finally here.

Him. And me. Forever.

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Earlier that day

“...So as I look to our… to our–” I pause from my neurotic pacing, glancing down at my notes before quickly darting my eyes away once again.  I wrote my wedding vows weeks ago, and had no problem memorizing them. But something about today… something is freaking me out.

“So as I look to our future, I vow to… I vow to, um… Damnit!”  I hold up my vows again, but with my clumsy, nervous fingers, I accidentally drop the index cards. “Shit! Shit!”  I try to catch them as each one floats into various directions all over the floor, some of them finding their way underneath the furniture of my bridal dressing room suite.  With a heavy sigh, I crawl on my knees, attempting to reach the ones that fell under the coffee table. 

“Happy wedding day–!”

I jump.  The sudden chirp of my best friend's voice causes the back of my skull to meet the glass table with an abrupt thud followed by a tearful groan. "Ow!"  I fall forward, my face finding the ornate rug as my fingers shield my now-aching head.

"Brynn!" Jenny panics, seeing my body now splayed on the floor. Aditya helps me up, assisting me to a nearby chaise lounge.  Marisol fills a tea towel with ice before applying it to the back of my head with care. Jenny plops down next to me, biting her nail in worry. "What were you doing down there?"

I force a cordial smile, holding up a single note card. "Vows," I mutter, the small gesture making me wince from the surge of pain.

"Ahh! Your vows!" Jenny squeals at a higher decibel than normal. "You're finally a blushing bride!  Can you believe it?"

"I… I can't believe it." My eyes widen in shock. I'm trying to match my best friend's enthusiasm, but I'm starting to wonder if I'm missing the bride gene. You know; the one that makes you giggle like a schoolgirl  at even the dumbest jokes and cry happy, pretty tears at everything bridal.

 Me? I think I'm about to hurl.

Jenny grabs my hand, admiring my engagement ring yet again.  I blame her pregnancy hormones, and her desire to be locked down with someone.  No doubt, she'd prefer Aditya, but at this point, I think she'll take anyone.

"Mrs. Samuel J. Dalton," Jenny singsongs, letting go of my fingers. She clasps her hands dreamily with a far-off daze in her bronze eyes.

I stare back down at the heavy rock on my finger, my arm growing fatigue under its weight. The glint from the sun catches the cut diamond just right, casting blinding fractals in my eyes. I hiss from the abrupt intrusion of bright light to my vision.

Mrs. Samuel J. Dalton, I repeat to myself.  "I'm… I'm getting married," I state matter-of-factly as a catch my reflection in the floor-length mirror. "I'm… getting…" my voice becomes softer, more hoarse as I stand to look closer at myself. "I'm marrying Sam Dalton…" I can't seem to catch my breath as I watch my bridal party pop open a bottle of chilled champagne–and a bottle of sparkling grape juice. My voice grows louder, anxious. And terrified. "I'm marrying Sam Dalton… today!"

"Yes!" Jenny celebrates passing me a flute, "isn't this awesome?" She cheers with my glass before I watch the others lift their drinks in my honor. And everyone seems to freeze, staring at me to say something. 

Truth is… I have no words. Oh God, what is happening?

"It's… awesome," I choke out, hoping my bright smile will convince them. And convince me. I quickly down the entire glass.

“I’m so excited for you and Sam," Jenny continues to gloat.

"Me and Sam." I take a deep cleansing breath. Right. Eye on the prize, Brynn. Me and Sam. It's just you and Sam. It's just you… and…

“So how’re you holding up?" Marisol takes a seat on a couch, crossing her legs nonchalantly. "I remember I was an absolute wreck at my wedding. Any pre-wedding jitters?”

Jenny chuckles, waving her hand in the air as if the mention of nerves is preposterous. "Jitters? This gal has been dreaming about this day since she met the hottie."

Aditya snickers. He saunters up close to Jenny, wrapping his arms around her waist before taking a sip of his bubbly drink.

I glance around the room, everyone's attention stuck on me. Damnit, I know I'm the bride and today is about me.  But does everyone have to be staring at me like that, like I've given them a new hope in love, that love does conquer all, that Sam and I are their new favorite fairy tale? 

"Right, Brynn?" Jenny prompts when I stay silent, nodding her head.

“I… feel like I’ve never been more ready for anything." I take a deep cleansing breath before curling my lips into a bright grin.  "No jitters. No doubts.”

Jenny claps her hands, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Then let’s get you to the altar–starting with your dress!”

The dress… my wedding dress… right…

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Present

My cell phone rings, the chime breaking us both from the haze of the day.  I had put it on Do Not Disturb when we left the ceremony, save for a few numbers. I had a sneaking suspicion of who it was.

And I don't care.

He smirks, nodding over his shoulder. "You gonna get that?"

I step forward, sliding my hands up the firm planes of his chest until I intertwine my fingers behind his neck. I shake my head. "Nothing could be more important than being here with you, being us."

Slipping his arms around my waist, he tenderly presses his forehead to mine. He nuzzles his nose flesh to my skin, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. His mouth is a breath away from discovering my own… when my phone rings again.

He smirks, chuckling at the annoyance and slightly pulling away.

"Damnit," I mutter.

He kisses my temple. "Go ahead," he encourages, "it'll be like ripping off a band-aid." He teasingly spanks my ass.  "And then I'll kiss it and make it better."

“Promise?” I snicker, enjoying his hands on me, but reality quickly sets in. My eyes flutter close as my heart begins to pound like a drum in my chest. Just face the music… 

I walk over to grab my phone, peering at the screen.  I cinch my eyes closed again before swiping to answer the call.

"Hey–"

"Oh, thank God!" Jenny shouts through my speaker. "When you weren't answering, I just assumed the worst–"

"Jenny, I–"

"You guys just left," she nervously titters, "no goodbyes or anything. We went to your room, and–"

"Listen, I can't stay long. But everything is okay. Better, actually. And we're safe. We found another place to stay... You know? Get away from the chaos and the press." I chew on the inside of my mouth. "Can you… tell Moma that?"

"Yeah, of course, but Brynny… are you–"

"Jenny, stop. I promise, I will tell you everything when we get back from our trip. Okay?"  My best friend doesn't respond right away, and I'm not sure if my answers satisfy her genuine curiosity.

"I… I just want to make sure you're happy."

I look at the beautiful man sitting on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees. And suddenly, I am overwhelmed with feelings of joy as I see our future play out in front of me. With our kids. The business. With each other. And it all finally seems so perfectly clear.

"Jen," my eyes sting with pricks of tears, "I've never been happier."

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Earlier that day…

"Brynn! Brynn!"

Startled, I spin around to see my favorite boys bounding around the foyer. "Whoa, whoa, you guys–" They crash into my arms as I bend down to catch them. I pepper kisses into their handsome curls, breathing in their scent that always feels like home. Gosh, my boys… 

Mickey stands tall with his arms behind his back. “Miss Naya told us to give you this!” He pulls out my bouquet of fresh roses, a bountiful collection of gorgeous creams and soft pale pinks. "Tada!"

My breath hitches, taken aback by how absolutely dreamy everything has turned out. This wedding… it… it's really happening. I take the bouquet, the sweet floral notes dancing around me before I turn to look at two pairs of glittering eyes. 

"It's almost as pretty as you, Brynn," Mason pushes his glasses up his nose.

"Just like a princess," Mickey chimes in.

“You two look pretty sharp yourselves,” I wink, adjusting Mason’s bowtie before fixing a wayward curl behind Mickey’s ear. "Do you have the rings like we practiced?"

The twins nod their heads in unison, pulling out the velvet boxes. "I promise we won't drop them," Mickey flashes a worried glance.

"Baby," I cup his freckled cheek, "you're going to do just fine." I place my hand on Mason's shoulder. "Both of you."

"Do we have to call you 'Mom' after you marry Dad?" Mason innocently questions.

Mom. The word hits like a brick in the pit of my stomach. I'm going to be someone's mother… not just one person, but I'm going to be a mother of two… 

And this is no surprise to me. Afterall, Mickey and Mason are the entire reason I even met this family. I've only known the Daltons for less than a year, and yet, I have been one of the only mother figures in their young lives. When I agreed to marry Sam, it was a package deal.

God, I love them so much. They have given me so much joy, even on days I didn't think I was going to make it. Between the incessant fights and the scandals, these two precious boys have seen me and loved me for me. They were my family long before… well, long before Sam and me…

I can't imagine living a day without a joke or a prank from those two… but being their actual mother? Making sure these two boys grow into successful men? 

"Well?" Mickey prompts for an answer to his brother's question.

I pull them both into a tight hug. "You two can call me whatever you want. The most important thing you need to know is I will always be here for you two."

"And Dad," Mickey teases, grinning.

"Right, Brynn?" Mason tugs on my elbow.

"Miss Schuyler," a deep, familiar voice resonates through the waiting area, tearing me from my conversation with the boys. "You are absolutely ravishing, my dear."

"Oh, Mr. Carter, you old dog," I blush as the tall, older gentleman dressed in a neatly pressed tux approaches us. I embrace him tightly as he gives me a chaste kiss on the cheek. 

"Well, let me take a look at you," he gleefully laughs, taking me by the hand. He twirls me in a circle, the skirt of my dress flouncing out like a dream.  Carter playfully whistles. "Enchanting," he grins, his gray eyes twinkling as his voice grows softer. "You remind me so much of my Evelyn on our wedding day." 

My eyes glisten at the mention of his wife. Unfortunately, she couldn't be with us today. Carter says that she has her 'good days and bad days,' I sense the latter outweighs the former, but still the way he speaks of his wife of forty years is precious, the envy of my dreams and future. 

I offer him a kind smile, trying to blink back the tears, but I can feel my face begin to flush. 

Suddenly, the gentle crescendo of music coming from the chapel notifies us that it's time for the ceremony to start. Carter and I give the boys one more glance, reminding them to walk slowly and to smile. Mickey and Mason hear their cue, and just like we rehearsed, they begin their trek to the altar.

And now... I'm next.

Carter begins to leave to sneak back into his seat, but I grab him by his arm.  I start to fidget with the boutonnière on his lapels. "Mr. Carter, I… I… did you maybe… I don't know–"

He takes my hands in his, calming my trembling fingers. "Miss Schuyler, take a deep breath."

I follow his directions, taking a deep gulp of air. "Jitters, right?" I exhale, fanning myself with my hand. "Perfectly normal, right?"

Carter kindly nods, guiding me slowly to the entrance. "When you step in there, find Mr. Dalton's eyes, and you stay focused on them. That's what helped on our wedding day."

"So you were nervous, too?" I glance down the aisle, noticing the twins are halfway to their spots. I quickly step back, my eyes fluttering closed. "And that helped you?"

He curls his lips endearingly. "It helped Evelyn."

"Really?" My eyes widen. "How?

He smirks as he recalls the memory. "We came from different families, you know? And because of that, she was terrified on what was supposed to be the best day of our lives. Seeking the approval of her parents, her family, even some of her friends… It was a lot of pressure on her."

"Gosh, that must've been hard."

"It was," he nods, "but, she said that on that day, she found my eyes… and they said everything that she needed to know."

My heart swoons at the thought. "She saw the love in your eyes?"

Carter coyly shakes his head.  He must see my confusion because he gives a deep, hearty laugh. "You are a treasure, Miss Schuyler, just like my Evelyn. A man that loves you will look at you as such, not with greed over what he's getting… but with fear because he sees how much he has to lose; he realizes he would be wrecked, completely devastated without you."

An overwhelming sense of calm washes over me. 

Find his eyes…

You are a treasure…

He sees how much he has to lose…

I squeeze Carter's hands, pulling him into one last embrace. "Thank you so much," my voice hitches. 

He nods affectionately. "You feel ready?" He helps me adjust my veil.

"Almost." I bite my lip, stifling a mischievous grin. "Mr. Carter, do you mind… walking me down the aisle?"

The most handsome smile sweeps across his face as he buttons the jacket of his tux. With his eyes glittering down at me, he offers me his arm. "It would be my honor."

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Present

"Is everyone freaking out?" He chuckles, extending his arm for me to take his hand. 

I end the call, tossing my phone across the room.  "I… don't care," I snicker. "Probably." Slipping my fingers into his palm, he pulls me to his side, my body crashing into him.  We both tumble back onto the bed, our grunts turning into boisterous laughter, filling our room.

As our bellies begin to ache and we quiet down, I roll off of him, laying down next to him.  We stare at the ceiling, falling into a comfortable silence… that is until I notice him pointing at the textured surface above us.

"What are you doing?"

He chuckles. "When I was little, I used to dream of traveling the world. I tried using my grandpa's old world atlas to map out the perfect trip, and…" He titters, shaking his head with embarrassment, "I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"No," I roll onto my side, resting my hand on his chest. "I love it–I love this." I kiss his shoulder. "Keep going."

He rests his hand on mine, softly drawing circles with his thumb. "We had old popcorn ceilings," he chuckles, "kinda like this textured stuff, and so… I'd imagine it was my own world map. And at night, I would plan my–" he deepens his voice like the narrator of a movie trailer, "--international escape."

"Ooooo, show me, James Bond."

I start to giggle as he takes my hand in the air with his, his fingers curling around mine to extend my pointer finger. "Well, over here is us right now in Puerto Vallarta… and…" he moves our hands together, "up here is New York." He starts to blush, shrugging his shoulders.

"How about–" I guide our fingers to another spot, "--London?"

He chuckles. "I'll pack my knickers," he jokes in a British accent.

"And then Paris," I move our hands again.

"Oui oui, mon chéri," he jokes in his poor attempt to sound French, making me bust out into more titters. He guides us once more. "How about Venice?" He points to another area on the ceiling, his voice growing softer. "Or Athens? Or Bali? Hong Kong?"

I brush my nose against his stubbled cheek, whispering in his ear. "And then where?"

He turns towards me, the warmth of his chocolate gaze fluttering to my hungry lips as he places my hand back on his chest. "To the moon and stars?" The air around us begins to crackle, the electricity igniting our nerves as I feel my heart begin to race. I bite my lip, feeling a rosy swirl dance across my cheeks. "Anywhere. Somewhere else. With you."

I can feel his heartbeat thrum hard against my fingertips, the excitement feeding my desire for him.

I love him.

His large hand intimately caresses mine… but then he stops, looking down at my fingers. Feeling the abrupt disconnect, I follow his gaze and quickly notice he's fidgeting with something. 

My ring.

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Earlier that day…

I thought I knew what I wanted for my wedding day, but in this very moment as Pachelbel's Canon in D romantically announces my arrival, I am overcome with so much emotion as I look around the room. This is everything I ever wanted: to be surrounded by love. My breath shutters as I try to blink away my tears. This… this is absolutely perfect. 

Carter pats my hand gripping tightly to his arm as he walks me graciously down the aisle.  "There he is," he whispers to me, "look at him."

Sam. He's as handsome as ever in his gray suit and petal pink tie. His eyes twinkle, roaming my body as I draw closer to the altar. He offers me that charming Dalton smile, and everything seems to fade away.

It's just you and me, baby… Finally… after everything you put me through– I mean--that we've gone through…

I can do this... I can do this... I can–

Without warning, Sam gradually turns towards his groomsmen. One of his old fraternity brother's has made some kind of comment, causing some of them to crack up. During my procession.

Sam seems to be responding to the joke or comment. He subtly leans over, but after a few seconds, some of the men snicker, covering their faces and Sam chuckles into his fist, feigning a coughing fit.

It's fine, I tell myself.

Getting himself under control, Sam looks back to me with a mischievous glint in his eye before winking at me.

It was just a joke– an inside joke perhaps. Probably to help with his own nerves. It--it's fine. Everything is fine.

Just… stay with me, Sam. Please stay. I need to see your–

The twins lean up against their dad as he rests his hands on their shoulders. Together, they all watch me with doting glances… that is until one of the velvet boxes accidentally falls out of Mickey’s pocket.  In a panic, he bends over to grab the small package, carelessly backing into his brother Mason, knocking off his glasses.

Giving me a crooked smile and shrugging his shoulders, Sam takes a knee to help the boys out, causing endearing chuckles from the audience.

Those two rascals…

I begin to admire my little mess of a family-to-be… until the small hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. My pulse, without explanation, begins to race as a bead of sweat courses down the slope of my back.

Something doesn't feel right.

I can't help, but feel… as crazy as it sounds, like there's another pair of eyes on me. Of course, I realize I have over two-hundred guests watching me as I finish my march down the aisle, but this? This isn't the same. This stare… it's different. It's piercing, and intimate. And I feel… seen. Exposed. Preyed.

Looking behind Sam's crouched physique, a pair of deep, chestnut eyes feast on my every move. But rather than being filled with adoration or even his typical lust, there's a hint of sadness in them, as if they're watching a funeral procession rather than a wedding.

And for the first time today, my heart flutters as a fire kindles in my belly.

I make it to the altar, Carter placing my petite hand in my groom's grasp. I can feel the desire in Sam's eyes wandering across my body.  He gives my fingers a squeeze, giving me another adoring wink… but I can't stop looking at him.

Focus, Brynn. Just focus…

Naya gives us a cordial smile before taking the microphone to begin. "Dearly beloved friends and family, we've gathered here today…"

It's no use. I can feel the bile rise in the back of my throat as the room begins to spin. Is it getting hot in here? Or are there just too many people?

As Naya continues, I look back to those haunting eyes, that look of betrayal, that look of devastation… and Carter's words begin to replay in my mind. 'A man that loves you will look at you… with fear because he sees how much he has to lose; he realizes he would be wrecked… without you."

Oh my God… I never noticed this before but… he loves me.

"... speak now," Naya bellows, "or... forever hold your–"

"Wait!" Fuck! What did I just do? The entire congregation starts to quietly murmur amongst one another. Sam clears his throat, his eyebrows furrowing as he adjusts his collar. "I–I'm sorry to interrupt, but… I just… I have a question, and I…" I sigh. "I can't do this–I can't get married unless… I need the answer."

A hush falls over the room, concerned looks are glued on me.

I should just shut up, and go along with this. Isn't that what I've been doing for the past several months anyway with the promise of a happily ever after? Does fairy tale magically happen after we say, 'I do?'

No. In my heart, I know this is the right thing to do. For me.

"Robin?" More whispers erupt behind me as Sam turns back to look at his best man, a pained confusion etching on his handsome features.  "Several weeks ago, we pretended to be the wait staff in a restaurant… to, uh… witness a date." Sam raises an eyebrow, looking between Robin and me. "I asked you a question at the beginning of the night. Do you… do you remember my question?"  

Robin coyly pushes his fists into his slacks, nodding his head. He exhales heavily, his nose rosy pink with unshed emotion.

My vision blurs as hot streams pour down my cheeks, but my attention doesn't leave Robin. "You… you answered, 'Sure. Sometimes…'"  A lump forms in my throat, my timbre growing hoarse. "Tell me, Robin… if I asked you that same question right now, what–what would your answer be?" I choke out a sob, wiping my face with the back of my hands.

He just stares at me. Lost. Dumbfounded. Embarrassed.

I know this wasn't exactly the most opportune time to talk about this, but I also knew this would be our last time to talk about it. Damnit, maybe I was wrong. Carter was wrong. My jitters and my awful gut feeling… wrong.

I look at Sam, his jaw ticking in anger. And he has every right to be. I've made a fool of him, of us. 

But I could've sworn I saw something…

"Sorry, everyone," Sam kindly addresses the audience, "we have a case of the wedding day jitters." He fakes a bright smile, the crowd tittering and cooing. At me. Like I'm a joke. Again. Sam takes my hand, but he refuses to even look at me now. 

Will he ever take me seriously? I... I don't want to get married like this.

Sam clears his throat, nodding to Naya to continue. "Let's try this again," she chuckles, "we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of–"

"I lied," Robin blurts out, inviting the chaos to continue amongst the guests.  He steps forward, pushing himself in front of Sam. "Brynn, you asked me if I ever thought about us–" Gasps and whispers crescendo in the room as Robin takes my hands into his. "And I told you… what I thought you wanted to hear. I mean, for Christ's sake, you swore you were in love with..." The corner of his mouth curls, his eyes bearing it all before me. "I knew better," he mumbles, falling into nervous titters, squeezing tightly to my fingers. "The truth is… Brynn Schuyler... Hell, of course, I think about us. All of the time. I dream of you as my bride. As my wife. As the mother to my children… I've never stopped thinking about us since the moment I first met you–" 

Screams erupt as family members and friends jump to their feet. Naya attempts to holler through her microphone to restore order, but it's too late. Our guests that have come to attend a beautiful, romantic wedding have turned into an ugly, angry mob.

I get lost in the shuffle, unable to recognize anyone around me. My name is being screamed in several directions by several different voices, but it's no use. Terrified, I glance around, looking for a way to safety as everything crumbles around me.

Suddenly, a large hand grabs mine, pulling me through the vocal crowd. As we finally make it to the back of the sanctuary, his lips graze my ear. "Do you trust me?"

A rush of exhilaration floods my veins as my natural smile returns. Are you kidding me? With all my heart.

I nod.

"Don't look back, baby," he chuckles, tucking my arm under his. "Run!"

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Present

"Do you mind, Miss Schuyler?" He smirks, grabbing my engagement ring on my hand.

I roll my lips, trying to hide my smile as I tilt my head side-to-side. "Not at all, Mr. Flores. Please."

Robin slips the jewelry off of my finger before pressing his lips to my now bare knuckle. It was so simple, yet the gesture so intimate; I was finally free. 

This man…

Pulling me into his arms, he tosses the ring over his shoulder, an abrupt clink hitting the wall. With his handsome crooked smile, he leans towards me. "Don't worry," he chuckles, "I made him buy the insurance."

"Robin!" I squeal before our mouths meet in a tender kiss.

"What?" He pulls back, cupping my cheek. "I had a feeling."

"A feeling?" I snicker, raising an eyebrow. "That it wasn't going to work out?"

"Ehh, more .." He brushes his thumb across my lips, a serious expression growing across his face. "That you were the one. For me."

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‘Playing the Dalton Affairs for diamonds make me so mad because me and Robin are so good for each other (even tho yes I know she and Sofia are having an affair) that even the parents wanted us to get together??? Like stopppp-’

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Y’all are dirty for this 😒 @playchoices

#choices tna #choices the nanny affair #choices Robin #choices stories you play #playchoices #I mean really what’s the point of including this knowing that there are people who really wanna romance him #but you’re not gonna give them the option to #THEY REALLY LIKE TO PLAY IN OUR FACES AND I HATE IT 😭 #but you know what at this point Robin dodged a bullet I guess #bc MC is just as messy and toxic as Sam smh #glad he got to clown her ass a little by pointing out how goofy she looks doing this when she could’ve just not #choices #choices app #pixelberry studios #pixelberry

[the-unconquered-queen]

So MC really just let Jenny invite Aditya to her bachelorette party, huh.

#and Robin's there too #That's a whole mess #playchoices #the nanny affair #choices tna

[chaoticdazefire-new]

I wish choices would stop making so many single LI books... a few are okay here & there but after a while it gets kinda boring.

Some are ok depending on how the characters are written (Tristan from COP & Dakota from WEHB were amazing LIs imo) but its so much better when you have a variety of people & personalities to choose from to be with (IL, TRR, BOLAS, etc).

Not to mention most of their books now are all smut- like a Titanic book is such a fun idea just like Guinevere but it makes me lose interest when the plot is more about sexual chemistry than an actual story- which is why BOLAS is such a breath of fresh air rn & I'm gonna miss it when its over.

(This is no hate to the people who enjoy those books though, everyone enjoys something different & there's nothing wrong with that, this is just my own opinion/complaint lmao)

#i think what did it for me with the single LI books was TNA only cause I liked Robins character more so it sucked we couldnt romance them #but theres some that are undeniably really good #pb choices #choices stories you play #choices: stories you play #play choices

[imogenwescott]

#THIS HURT ME #playchoices #the nanny affair #robin flores #nobody gaf about choices ESPECIALLY tna but im still playing this sadly #this book sucks ass btw but i need to stay true to my man until i hit end book #everything i went through was real to ME ! #here is how robin can still be a li by the end of this god awful book #my post

[bonnechoice]

Okay first of all, on top of doing this in the first place, immediately calling Robin to help u do this is completely unhinged and SECOND OF ALL she's making a whole lot of sense!!!

#Jenny suggested this and i thought well I'd rather die lol #but no we're just doing one weird inane thing after another in this book #what is this book #playchoices #it's not rly worth the words for me to articulate this but WHAT is this BOOK #the nanny affair #tna #so sorry Robin ur so hot ur story could have been better u are more kissable than Sam #my choices

[whoblewboobear]

The TNA writers are cursed for giving the final option to get Sophia and Robin back together when Robin shared revenge porn with MC and Sam hoping they’d release it to win a COMPETITION. Like? Y’all are sick in the head and Sophia deserves better than someone willing to stoop that low.

#Robin was irredeemable from that point forward #I hate everyone in the series that isn’t sophia or the twins I’m not even sorry #I’m so glad this stupid series is over oh my god #playchoices #playchoices tna 3 #playchoices tna

[queenmiarys]

@honey358luv @lilyoffandoms@luvquit@yolandawalker

Book The Nanny Affair.

Sam x MC Katie Monaco

All characters belong to pixelberry, I just borrow them to tell my story.

Summary: Sam is stock on his one night in Vegas, and so is Katie, what will she do when she finds out who he really is.

Word count 2,772

Warning: Rated R

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Expectations

Chapter 1: One night only

It's late September and my friend Jennifer is getting married, all of my friends are getting married or having babies, I am barely out  of college to even be thinking about those things, my career first then that other stuff later, Jennifer walks out in her dress its pink and blue and very short, I am in deep thought when Amy says something I’m not paying attention to

“Hello Katie I said are you ready?

“Yes I’m ready come on lets go.

“ Girl you are not wearing jeans to my party, here this is for you.

I go try on the dress the fit is perfectly, I walk out

“Damn bitch, are you trying show me up? You look good, not to be getting dicked down every night.

“Jen please, lets go

We walk out to the bar and have a few drinks then we head to the Casino, I try my look at the crap table,

I bet on 7 it hit twice I’m up $20,000, this  guy been watching me,  since I walked over to the  table.

“Hi beautiful, you just got an easy 2k, if you blow on my dice and I win, I will give you half I got 100k on the table $50k all yours if we win.

I blew on his dice, it was dark but I still could tell he was very attractive he was a bit older it hit 11, he grabbed me picking me up off the ground hugging me, I feel his ripped body through his shirt, I haven’t felt a man in over a year now, I motioned for him to put me down, all my friends watching on.

“Damn girl you on a roll, Jennifer says, then she whispers, go get him, daddy is fine as hell, I look  at her in surprise, girl I am getting married I am not blind and you better stop acting like you don’t see all of that beautiful man.

The guy tells me his name is Robin, “ nice to meet you Robin, he looks sort of familiar, but I don’t remember that being his name, he looks up and ask where am I from, “NYC how about you?

“New Jersey he says, but NY is cool, so do you want to go somewhere more comfortable?

“Sure let me let my friends know where I’ll be what room just in case.

“The penthouse they are welcomed to join, we still can enjoy one another if that’s what you desire

 I couldn’t help but to be turned on he was even sexier in the light, I thought I've seen him but that name don’t click any bells. We sit talking and a few more drinks I deftly wanted him, and his cologne surely had me interested since we met, it’s very expensive, I could just tell

He kisses me then unzip my dress, I take my arms out and it hits the floor, he bites his lips looking over my curves, kissing my stomach then running his hands down my body, my body is on fire for him now, he smirks.

“I am not sorry for what I’m about to do to you, he lick his lips and bend me  over, he adjust himself under  me until he’s positioned then he pulls me down, he is now licking me and watching me come in pleasure, he’s made me come twice, I can’t take any longer I need him inside of me

Robin I need you now,  he didn’t respond to his name for a few seconds, Robin I need you now please, he picked me up and we made it to the bed, he enter me it felt so incredible, damn Robin you are amazing.

He pulled out, I wrapped my hand around his thick length, and started licking him and playing with his balls, I could tell he really  liked it especially when I deep throated him,

“Damn baby, I need to be inside you right now, he picked her and entered

“Yes baby that’s it right there, he made me come twice, he wanted me doggy style I turned over and he entered I quickly come with just a few strokes, founding his own release, he went to shower, I was to tired to move, that was the best sex I ever had and now I will never see him again.

Maybe this was a bad idea, the best sex in years and it’s a one night stand, he  thought to himself, she did things Sofia would never do and I did things to her Sofia would never let me do.

“ Hey are you okay in there?

Yes I am fine, just finishing up, listen if you don’t mind I would love if you stayed with me

I agree to stay, he went down to the  Boutique while I was in the shower, he brought me a nightgown and something for tomorrow, I told him thanks but my room is just 5 floors down.

I know but I wanted you to have them, he wrapped his arms around me and we both fill asleep.

____

It’s the next morning and he had already left, there was a note on my pillow

  I felt sad, I wanted so bad to see him this morning, I showered and got dressed, I already had 15 text from bridezilla and 2 from Jana, they were dying to know the details of my night, I didn’t tell them everything especially the feeling of hurt and abandonment.

Two months had flown by Jen and Chris finally got married she was already 3 months pregnant.

Jana, started dating a guitarist and one day he sit me up on a blind date with his drummer Mark

We met at the Irish Pub,  down the street from my home, he made reservations at a expensive Greek restaurant, we sit down and this cologne hit me in the nose all I could think about is that night in Vegas, how he touched me, I sure did miss him, I stood to see if I saw him, but the area was  private I couldn’t see past the border that was up, there was 2 people going in the waitress talked about how lucky this Sofia woman was to be marrying Mr. Dalton, lucky her I mumble, the waitress walks off.

A man I assume is her fiancé walks up and kisses her, they quickly step apart when a boy about 7 walks out, it’s something familiar about his look, I watch as she look like she has no clue about children, it looks like he’s about to have a meltdown, I get up and Mark tells me to just leave it alone its not my business.

“ Look thank you for the date but you are not my type, I get up and walk over seeing if I can calm him down, he says his name is Mason, nice to meet you, I want you to  be good for your mommy okay.

 

 Before he could speak the man tells me to get away from him, asking him  did I hurt him.

________

Sam

Sam stood on the top floor watching, this could not be happening she can not see me.

Sam sit in his car waiting on Carter and there she was, his heart started beating fast, he didn’t know why but that night was the best he ever had, the boys ran to the car, father ant Sofia made me cry and that lady was only trying to help, she wasn’t hurting me.

“I believe you buddy

The next few months passed, it had now been six months since Vegas,

“Bro what’s the matter? I mean you are about to marry a beautiful woman and you got two great kids, what gives? you act like you lost your best friend.

“ I did man my wife of 8 years who passed 5 years ago, don’t get me wrong Sofia is great but do we really fit, is she able to be a mother and her career, the boys like her mostly but sometimes she’s too hard on them there only 6 with their 7 birthday coming up soon.

It’s March 22nd the boys birthday, Sofia comes in with the boys gifts, she gives them a gift card to Neiman Marcus, the boys should start early on dressing better she says, they are our future.

After the celebration I take a walk, there was a girl in the park who looked like Katie, damn it why is something that happened 6 months ago even on my mind, Sofia text me she wants sex, its been over a year what gives is this really going to be my sex life;  I mean I can go 2 or 3 times a day and she wants twice a year. I text her back, I arrive at the penthouse, Carter already put the boys to bed, he’s like a second father to me and like a grandfather to my boys, I really appreciate what he do for us.

Sofia has on red lingerie and hills, I licked my lips damn this for me? She nodded, the things I could do to her she won’t let me.

No kissing, I can’t go down on her she won’t go down on me all she want is the D and me suck on her breast while I am inside her, we finished and the first thing she pulls out those disgusting cigarettes.

“I thought you stopped smoking? Please don’t lite that in here its not welcomed.

“I started back okay, my father is really driving me crazy, me trying to prove I am better then any man who has ever  ran our company including my father is hard work.

“baby I understand but smoking is not the answer

“Sam,  I will try to stop but I really need a smoke now, I thought Robin was coming by to at least see the boys.

“He probably met someone you know him, he meet someone and forget his name

Sofia blood was boiling,  “boo bear I got to go but I will bring the boys breakfast .

“Ok

Its late I shower and get in bed, I  can’t help but to feel something missing from my  life,

The next few days blows by and he has thrown himself into his work and working out, Sofia been off on business trips for her father and Robin has missed 2 days of work saying he was sick with the flu, he asked the family to stay away.

I start the process of looking for a nanny, I went though hundreds of applications, I selected my top 30 picks hoping one was right of cause the boys would need to approve, most of the women seem to come for me and not the boys, the other half couldn’t handle them, so I pick another 30

______

 Katie

My friend Jana got me an interview a Mr. Samuel Dalton next Thursday, I can rent out my apartment if I get this job.

I was walking in the park I see that couple again;  it would be nice if I had something like that, but I am still young (24)  is not a bad age to be single no children, let my mother tell it I should be married and on my second baby by now, the man tapped me on the shoulder

“Who are you and why do you keep showing up every where I am?

“ This is a public park, I was just jogging, and I was on a date at the restaurant, but your son was upset and all I was trying to do is comfort him

“He’s my nephew and you had no business trying to help him

“Look buddy if a child need calming  down. Then I will do all I can to help them, look please just go I have better things to do then to be following you, and my name is none of your damn business, and she walked off

“Rob who was that.

“No body.

I meet Jennifer and her now six week old son for lunch,

“ So what’s new girl? This little guy has all of my time now.

“Nothing new I have an interview next week at 10:30, for a  live-in nanny and I want to rent out my old apartment.

“I have someone, my brother in law, I love him but me and Chris just married and not to long had this little guy and Jason always there, look he has a good job, and he pays Chris 600 a week, how much do you want for the place ?

“Two thousand  a month, I hope he’s legit, I will set up to meet him if I get this job next week, I will let you know after my interview.

“THANK YOU,  finally we will have the  house to ourselves.

 

The week passed quickly,  now it’s the day before my interview

 

 I feel nervous it’s just a job that’s all, I got this I I love children, what is there to worry about, I talked to my dad, him and my mom divorced when I was 11

“All you can do is your best baby that’s all, if that job don’t work out, you’ll always find another.

“ Dad I been out of work a year now and its not even my field of work.

“My dear daughter do what makes you happy stop worrying about your mom, she’s on her second divorce need I say more.

“I know dad, if it was left up to mom, she would have me married with 2 children by now, hey dad I got another call.

“Okay baby I will chat later love you.

“Hello?

“May I speak to Ms. Monaco?

“This is her speaking

“Just a reminder you have a 10:30 appointment with Mr. Dolton, please bring 2 forums of identification it would be helpful if you had your background check already, but we can get your consent to have it done, you must have 5 references an at least 2 emergency contacts, and please be 15 minutes early, just some advice off record; Mr. Dolton has interviewed 50 other for this job, out of 60, while he is very sexy and handsome don’t come in here man- hungry you are coming for the children not him, I also ask that you  dress nice and be ready to go to his home to meet the boys if you get pass the interview part and good luck.

“Can I ask why would  you want to help me ?

“Look Mr. Dolton need someone who can handle the boys, either they want him or they don’t know jack about kids, I get a good vibe from you so I am going with my gut on this and don’t prove me wrong, if that’s all dear I have a few more calls? His  office is on the 10th floor.

 

We hang up and I feel confident, I eat dinner and have a glass of wine, make a few more calls, shower and head to bed.

“Hello Katie did you miss me?

“Robin yes I’ve missed you like crazy I want you.

“I want you too my love, I been thinking of you since we met and now we meet again are you ready for dessert?

“ Yes I would love some.

Her alarm goes off and scares her

“Dammit just a dream, its only 3am so I can get a little more sleep, I wake up at 8:15, I get ready. luckily this place just 2 stops on the train, its only 9:20 I stopped at Starbucks.

I arrive and go through security, once I get upstairs there is this beautiful lay out, the secretary asks my name and identification she tells  me Sam is in a meeting that’s running a little over.

By this time I am on my second donut because I am so nervous, she wave me over and tell me he’ll be another 5 minutes, I go wash my hands and follow her into his office, as soon as he started talking I knew it was him, what the hell is going on I thought, I got up to go to the door, but it was too late he had turned around;  now we stood face to face.

#expectations #sam Dalton #sofia russo #sam xmc #robin flores #twins #fan fic #choices #tna #Spotify

[txemrn]

The Best Best Man's Speech

... how do you not love him?

#choices the nanny affair #the nanny affair #play choices #choices tna #the nanny affair book 3 #robin flores #team robin #tna book 3

[kinda-iconic]

Listen. To. Robin.

#choices: stories you play #playchoices #choices tna #the nanny affair #Robin dalton

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by anonymous

'TNA would have worked better as a multi LI book. Have Sam, Robin, and Sofia in book 1, then introduced Jordan as a new Love Interest in 2'

POSTS/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT MOD'S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

#sam dalton #robin flores #sofia russo #jordan le #the nanny affair #tna #choices the nanny affair #choices tna #choices #playchoices #choices stories you play #confessions #mod kamie

[yourqueenb]

Sam admitting that Robin is better than him at something?! Hell has to be frozen over

#choices tna #choices the nanny affair #choices sam dalton #choices robin #playchoices #choices #choices stories you play #choices app #pixelberry studios #pixelberry

[oceanatydes]

it should've been you robin 😢

#Sam is so ugly and boring 😭 #they should've let us be with robin 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #choices #choices stories you play #choices: stories you play #tna #choices tna #choices robin #robin #tna robin #robin x mc

[robotchooses]

#tna #tna 1 #tna robin #tna mc

[tessa-liam]

Isle of Misfits 

Chapter 9 – Inconvenient Truths 

Fandom: TRR x Platinum x OH x CoP x TNA x ?

Series: Isle of Misfits, Round Robin 24, hosted by @choicesprompts 

Word Count:  1405

Characters: TRR – Liam Rys, Leo Rys, Olivia Nevrakis, Madeleine Amaranth 

                       RoE – Katie Rys 

                       TNA – Sam Dalton 

                       CoP – Trystan Thorne 

Warnings: M *(swearing, references to depression, alcohol abuse, suicide, infidelity) 

“Something’s burning…” 

Leo stopped short. The scent was subtle, but unmistakable. 

Smoke. 

Olivia and Leo exchanged worried glances, before darting down the corridor, following the faint acrid scent to its source. 

It didn't take them long to track down the fire, the smoke was now billowing out from beneath the door at the end of the hallway. 

Olivia pushed Leo back. "Get back! I'm calling the fire department!" 

"But—" 

"Just do as you're told, for once in your life!" the fiery redhead ordered, already stabbing at the numbers on her mobile phone. 

Leo's shoulders raised in defiance. But no sooner had he complied, than the door to the suite burst open, and a large plume of dark grey smoke billowed out. 

Coughing and spluttering, Sam Dalton, was waving the acrid haze out of his face. 

"Sam?" Leo exclaimed concernedly, stepping forward. "What the fuck, man.!?"

"I'm okay!" Sam assured him, trying to clear his throat. 

Olivia put her phone on hold, her eyes darting over the wayward billionaire, looking for any injuries. "Are you sure?" 

"Yeah, I'm sure..." Sam said, taking a few shaky steps into the corridor. 

Olivia's sharp eyes narrowed. "Are you drunk?" 

"No," Sam scoffed, before reconsidering his statement. "Well, a little. I may have had one or two shots." 

"Or a whole bottle," Olivia murmured, rolling her eyes. 

"I don't know about that..." Sam muttered, looking around himself in bemusement. "I was just trying to put together some food, and... well, next thing I know, there's a fire. Must have forgotten to turn off the hot plate." 

"Are you kidding me?" Leo exploded. "You nearly set the building on fire, just because you couldn't be bothered to make a sandwich?" 

"Yeah, yeah, I know..." Sam mumbled. "It was stupid." 

"I'll say!" there is a Michelin star chef here on the island, why are you even trying to cook?"

"It wasn't like I was trying to kill myself or anything," Sam grumbled, as he staggered off in the direction of his room. "I just couldn't remember if it was gas or electric. It's a common mistake." 

"No, it's a common sign of early dementia," Olivia retorted. 

"Nah," Sam scoffed, raising his middle finger and slammed his door shut.

The sound of an elevator sounded down the hall. Countess Madeleine Amaranth, a member of Liam's council and Leo's former betrothed, strode towards Leo and Olivia.

Madeleine's cold green eyes took in the smoke damage to the door. "What's going on here? The building is still standing, I see."

Liam had enlisted Madeleine to help reform Leo as a role model for royal decorum since she was a stickler for etiquette and was the queen of spin. True to his promise.

"It's called karma, you idiot," Olivia muttered back, folding her arms and smirking. 

"Oh, what fresh hell is this?" Leo growled.

"Ah, Madeleine," Leo greeted her, turning on the charm. 

"Leo," Madeleine acknowledged coolly. 

"What brings you here, on this fine evening?" Leo asked.

"Liam has requested my assistance. Apparently, you need remedial lessons in proper manners." 

"Remedial...?" 

"Yes. We have already seen that you cannot handle an engagement," she says, glancing at Olivia, who glared back, "or a marriage, or a mistress, or even a simple friendship..." 

"You're not seriously still mad about that, are you?" Leo exclaimed. 

"About being publicly embarrassed, or humiliated? Oh, no. That is water under the bridge," she mocked. "However, Liam has asked me to tutor you in proper decorum. So, if you are finished with your tantrum, perhaps we can begin?" 

Leo's jaw tightened. 

"Well, I think we've got things sorted here," Olivia said, laying a hand on Leo's arm. "If you'll excuse me, Maddy." 

Madeleine's eyes narrowed. "You're not going anywhere. You are to meet with Trystan Thorne. I'm sure he'll find that your presence will be beneficial during his sessions." 

"What? You're not my superior." Olivia objected, glaring at the tall blonde. 

"I am if Liam says so," Madeleine shot back. 

Leo's shoulders raised as Olivia's grip tightened painfully. 

"Now, if you don't mind," Madeleine continued imperiously. "I need to have a chat with my wayward student." 

"Your wayward—!" 

"Ow!" cried Leo, wincing. "You're going to leave a bruise, Livvie..." 

"That's the plan!" Olivia retorted, digging her fingers into his bicep. 

"Come on, Olivia," Leo implored, gently prying her fingers loose. "Let's just get this over with." 

Olivia looked like she wanted to argue the point, but Leo's pleading gaze eventually softened her resolve. 

"Fine," she growled. "But you're on your own next time, your highness." 

"Sure," Leo agreed, sighing. 

Olivia gave him a warning look, before stomping off down the corridor. 

"Shall we?" Madeleine prompted Leo to offer his arm for her to take.

*** 

"This is pointless," Leo announced, leaning back on the lounge chair and closing his eyes. After many hours of intense etiquette lectures, role plays, quizzes and more, he felt his stomach rumble as they waited for lunch to be prepared by the Michelin chef, sans alcohol. 

"What's pointless is the amount of money Liam has spent on trying to make you a decent human being," Madeleine bit back, flipping the cover of her personal binder of court decorum closed. 

"I am a decent human being," Leo countered, frowning. "I'm a far better man than you'll ever know." 

"Oh, really?" Madeleine challenged, raising her eyebrow. "Then how come your wife is threatening divorce?" 

"That is none of your business, or Liam's for that matter," Leo snapped, opening his eyes. "And just for the record, my life is none of yours either. You don't know the first thing about love, or me." 

"I know you can't keep it in your pants," she retorts, rolling her eyes. 

"So do I," a voice came from the doorway. 

Leo turned towards the speaker in shock.

"Katie," Leo breathed shallowly, pushing himself upright. 

"Don't get too excited," Katie told him, folding her arms. "I'm not here for you. I'm here for the kids." 

"You're... you're..."  Leo stammered nervously. 

Looking at her husband, she almost felt sorry for him. Almost. 

"Why are you here, Katie?" Leo demanded, standing up. 

"Your brother sent me to help," she explained, looking everywhere but at him. 

Madeleine excused herself and quietly sauntered out with her binder in hand.

"Yes. He thought it might help to have me here. Help you remember what is important. Family, love, loyalty." 

Leo shook his head, moving slowly towards her. "You don't get it. I'm not the same man anymore." 

"Then maybe it's time to prove it." Katie said. 

"That's what I'm trying to do!" Leo shot back, stopping in place. "I'm here, aren't I?"  

At that moment, Leo understood why Liam sent him to the island. His epiphany.

"I have to go," Katie said, her eyes softening. "I'll be back later, when you've had time to process this." 

Leo watched her walk away, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach. 

*** 

Later, Leo found himself sitting on his balcony, staring at a glass of scotch. He had resisted the urge to drink it, but he was still tempted. His phone buzzed on the table, and he reached for it. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey," came the reply. 

"I made a grave mistake ..." 

Leo paused, relieved at the sound of his fellow 'in-mate'.

"Thorne." 

“How so?” 

"Well, remember when we met at the bar with your brother. I should have believed your brother. That he would be true to his word with his threat." 

“Oh boy, this sounds painful.” Leo smirked, already knowing where this conversation was heading.. 

“Who did he partner you with?” 

“Olivia Nevrakis! She is terrifying! Put a dagger to my throat when I dissed her. She threatened to go lower if I didn't pay attention.” 

"Did she now? Maybe she's the one you need to focus on," Leo mused. 

"She's so intense, it's scary. And she has no interest in me. She is only here because Liam asked her to be.” 

"And here I thought she was coming here for me," Leo sighed, taking a swig of the scotch. 

"Hey, what happened with that countess?" 

Leo paused. "I... I... what did you hear?" 

"That she's going to stay a couple more days." 

"That's just great," Leo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just what I need." 

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