ina was losing her mind. Her heart pounded as she quietly snuck into Tristan's office. She shut the door softly and looked around the spacious office.

It was too dark to see anything since it was twelve a.m. She would rather be anywhere but here.

Nina turned on the flashlight on her phone and scurried over to Tristan's desk. She spotted the laptop on his desk and lifted it up. She hit the power button and waited for it to turn on.

"Damn it," she said, noticing he had a password.

Nina did not know what it could be. The prickling of tears threatening to spill told her she needed to breathe and calm the fuck down.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said, typing in Tristan's favorite sports team for the password.

"Crap," she said, noticing that the password wasn't the correct one either.

She tried a few more times, then it locked up and told her to try again.

"Ugh, I don't have time for this," Nina stated, nibbling at her bottom lip.

Nina dropped to her knees when she heard the door open. She heard Tristan talking on the phone. She quickly climbed up under the desk, hoping he wouldn't come near her.

Her heart thundered in her chest when she saw his black house shoes. Nina clamped her hand over her mouth.

"Matt, it's too damn early for you to be asking for this," Tristan stated, voice raspy from sleep.

Tristan sighed. "I know we have to send them the money over."

Nina's body perked up at that.

"Yeah, well I just sent it over. Alright, bye," Tristan said, with a huff of air.

Nina waited with bated breath until she heard his feet pad away from her until the lights turned off and the door closed shut.

Nina still waited for at least a couple more minutes until she crawled from under the desk and stood up.

Her eyes widened when she saw that Tristan forgot to log out of the business bank account. There was so much money in there her eyes widened at the huge number.

Nina quickly called Nick.

"What's up?" he asked like he hadn't been sleeping.

"I...I got his bank account."

"Good girl," he said, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

"Now, just do what I tell you to do."

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Nina couldn't look at Tristan the next morning. He was smiling at her as he walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, beautiful," he said, placing a kiss against her forehead.

"Hey," she said, averting her gaze.

The remnants of what she had done last night were still on her mind.

Tristan frowned down at her. "Are you still tired?"

Nina shook her head. "No, I feel fine."

"Are you sure?"

She nodded.

He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to him. Tears pricked the back of her eyes as she laid her head against his chest.

"I don't deserve you," she said, whispering.

Tristan leaned back a bit so he could see her face.

"Why would you say that?"

Nina glanced away and shrugged her shoulders.

Tristan lifted her chin so she was looking up at him. He placed a kiss against her lips.

"I'm the one who doesn't deserve you."

There was so much fondness in his eyes that Nina's chest tightened making it hard for her to breathe.

Tristan placed another small kiss against her mouth, before grabbing a banana nut muffin she had made off the counter.

"I'll see you after work, okay?"

Nina nodded. "Okay."

Nina ensured that Tristan was gone before listening to the car engine purr down the street.

Nina's hands trembled as she called Nick. She listened to the ringing until he finally up.

"What's up?" he asked.

Nina rolled her eyes. She hated how he acted so nonchalant about this whole process.

"Did it work?" she asked, nibbling her bottom lip.

"Yeah, it worked but I need more money."

Nina's stomach dropped.

"What do you mean you need more!?"

"You better calm the fuck down. Yelling at me and shit. You know I don't play that," he said, voice lethal.

Nina clenched her eyes shut. "I'm sorry."

"That's what I thought. Now I need twenty million more."

"You can't be serious."

How in the world would she be able to get more without Tristan finding out?

"Nina, you know I don't play about money. You with that rich nigga now. Just fuck him real good and he'll give it to you."

Nina thought she detected some jealousy in his voice.

Her face turned up in disgust. "I'm only working for him as his nanny."

Nick chuckled. "Yeah, fucking right. You must think I'm a dumb nigga but you forget I know your every move. I know you're fuckin' him. I have the video to prove it."

Nina's eyes widened. She looked around her surroundings in the kitchen wondering if there were cameras in there too.

"I already gave you as much as I could without him getting suspicious."

"Does it look like I give a fuck? I want the money."

"You make good money already selling drugs. Why do you need me to get his money?"

"'Cause I can't stand the thought of you being with him."

Nina clamped her mouth shut. This can't be happening.

"What right do you have? You cheated on me with my sister and then had the nerve to marry her."

"I have every right. If I can't have you then that nigga can't either."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

He laughed that non-humorous laugh she had grown to despise.

"If you don't want him to find out what you've already done, you better get me the twenty mill."

"I hate you," she said, through clenched teeth.

"I love you now get me my money."

Before Nina could curse him out he ended the call.

Nina slammed her phone down onto the counter. Why did she think she would be able to fully escape his wrath? The man was definitely psycho and she had no doubt that he would tell Tristan all she had done.

She couldn't let that happen but she didn't want to steal any more of his money. The guilt she had was already nibbling at her piece by piece. But if she didn't he would harm the people she cared about too including Tristan and Nadia.

Nina finally made up her mind.

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