*Rough Draft*

"GET UP BREA!"

I wake up instantly, seeing Shana's face inches from mine. I bolt upright as she jumps off my bed.

"How did you get here?" I ask, my mind trying to process everything. Did I leave the door open? Wait, how did I get here—in my room? The last thing I could remember was falling asleep...

A pair of keys jingled in front of my face. I raise my eyebrows.

"Shana, how do you have a set of keys to my house?"

She smiles innocently. "Remember the time you lost your keys and I had to make a copy for you? Well, I made my own, too."

"Gosh, Shana, that is so creepy."

"Yeah, love you too," she said rolling her eyes and getting off the bed. "Now hurry and get dressed. It's 11:30." I scramble out; I'm thirty minutes late for work! Would Blake have noticed?

After washing myself up and grabbing something warm to wear, I grab a granola bar and rush out the door with Shana at my heels. Waiting outside was Pierre, leaning against his limo. At the sight of us, he stood upright, greeting me with a smile.

"Rest well?"

"Mhm," I say, nodding because I had stuffed the granola bar into my mouth. Then I remember that Will gave me something and I have no idea where or what it was. Shana looks at me, eyebrows raised. I look at Pierre.

"Do you know where the box Will gave me is?" He frowns just a bit.

"It should be on your dresser. Right, Miss Shana?"

She snaps out of her daze from being so close to Pierre.

"Oh yeah, the new phone? I left it where you put it."

Pierre shakes his head as I gape at Shana. "You opened my gift?"

She shrugged.

"Well, it's not like it was anything personal," she says in her own defense. I close my eyes for a second. This is so not my day. "I'll go get it," she adds, biting her lip before running off back into the house.

I turn to face Pierre, noticing that he looks worn out.

"You okay?" I ask, concerned, putting a hand on his arm.

He gives me a small smile and steps out of my touch. "Perfect."

Before I can say anything else, I hear Shana scream, "OMJ, Brea! You have got to look at this!"

I roll my eyes, not surprised that she's commenting on something on my new phone. Wait, Will bought me a new phone?

Shana shoves the perfect black phone into my face. I tilt my head back to read what she's trying to show me a news feed on Will's social media profile. I feel Pierre lean over to read with me.

William Right- Brea S. is Blake's new sitter! She's fantastic! (Accompanied by a photo of me and Blake sitting together)

~Lizzy @SecretaryofQ Who's the new caretaker, Willaby? Thought you could do better than that #NoStandards

~Jen @Jenny255763 Watch out @WilliamRight, she's out for the money I hear #GoldDigger

I pushed the phone away before I could read anymore. Pierre frowns. Shana closes the app and hands the phone to me, which I take grudgingly. Way to start the morning.

"Let's just go," Pierre says breaking the silence.

I hop into the limo without saying a word. I wasn't sure who to be mad at: Will for publicly stating that I was his new babysitter or Shana for actually showing me the comments. And just who exactly was this 'Lizzy', calling Will by a nickname? Not that I was jealous.

"Sorry." I turn and face Shana, her guilty face on. "I know you don't follow up on these things, but it was just...in the moment, I guess."

"No worries," I say, looking straight ahead. "Someone has to, right?"

Shana mumbles in agreement, leaving the air with this pungent odor of unsaid things. My mind goes back to the comments. Gosh, I probably do seem like a gold digger, just accepting his offer like that...

I look down at my hands, where the new phone is. My fingers automatically respond and slide through, trying to busy myself by personalizing the stuff inside.

Oddly enough, I find a note left by Will stating: Hey Brea. When you finally get a chance to go on this, text me. My number's already set. xxWill

I nudge Shana. "Look at how he ended his message."

"I told you! This guy is out to get you," she says, grinning. I scoff but smile at the thought. It was kinda cute. Billionaire after me. Who woulda thought?

Pierre clears his throat.

"Mr. Right also said he's going to be having a meeting at the manor by the time you take Blake back home," he says, eyes darting to the rear-view mirror to look at us and then back at the road. "So it's my best guess is that you –and Blake- avoid disturbing him."

I nod solemnly. Don't want to lose my dignity and job at the same time now, right? Shana just giggles. This girl. She probably had too much coffee, or maybe she spent the night with...let's not think about it.

We arrive shortly outside the daycare where a dozen or so people– with cameras. Shana and I share a look. No freaking way. This is so not happening.

"Let's play it cool, like in the movies," Shana whispers.

I swallow hard, memories resurfacing. The last time I had this much attention from the media was when...

"Brea, snap out of it. It's okay." Shana's eyes look worried but I force a smile and nod, despite the pressure in my chest. "Play it cool, Brea. Play it cool."