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He moved his gaze between her show and her eyes. As her dress exposed her thighs and displayed her almost flat belly, his hand began involuntarily rubbing his dick and the babysitter looked at him with a broad smile. “Do you like what you see?” she asked. “Sure, you are a gorgeous young woman,” he replied as he took his hand away from his dick. “Really?” she asked as she tugged her dress over her boobs, exposing her beautiful milk jugs that sagged a bit. “Yeah, very beautiful,” he replied.

I was forced to believe when her equally shocked voice called me. "Mr...CEO??" "Nelly.....?" 😍😍😍😍😍😍 So.. Kelly's the babysitter!!😲😲 Hmm.... what's gonna happen now?? 2k likes to unlock the next intriguing episode!😍😍

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I rest my elbow over the back of my chair and cross my legs at the knee. "When was the last time you saw your kids?" I ask Antony, if only just to do something. My eyes find Mariam and I watch her introduce herself to an older man with feather light grey hair. She's fine so I move my gaze elsewhere. "Not since I was hired to watch you," Antony replies. I find Emma and Terry and keep my eyes on them. "Sorry. Hopefully you'll get back to them soon. Do they know what you do?" "The oldest is fully aware. She misses her dad, though. I call her when you sleep."

I did it today at the work bathroom, he whined about being changed somewhere other than the privacy of his own room but I couldn't leave him dirty. "Hello" Belle replied after few ringing. "Hey, Belle, I kind of need a babysitter for Toby" I tell her hoping she'll find me someone. "Sure for when?" She asks and that's the tricky part. "Don't kill me but for tomorrow" I answer her. "What why?" She asks with suspicions. "I'm back to work, something went down and I had to come back" I tell her, I heard her sigh before replying. "I'll see what I can do for tomorrow morning?" She ask, I answer yes before thanking her.

“Who, not what, we are waiting for Kiara…” “You called your babysitter along?” Natasha asked raising an eyebrow. She was yet to meet Kiara, but everyone in the house heard of how dad hired a babysitter to stop me from getting in trouble “what is she going to do? Stop you from fucking a girl? Or make sure that you use a condom”

"Good morning, Sir. I'm Xyneth Lava Asuncion, here to apply as a babysitter. My past jobs might not be related to taking care of children, but I'll do my best to take good care of whomever I'm assigned to." The man answers in a cold tone, still looking at a painting framed on the wall. "How can you be so sure that you won't mess up in taking care of my son?" I'm still looking at the floor, bowing my head before I speak. "I'm not 100% certain that I won't make mistakes in taking care of your son, but I'm 101% sure that I will do everything I can to take good care of him. So please be kind and patient with him."

His eyes brighten, and he slides off the woman’s lap, waddling toward me as fast as his little legs can go. “Daddy!” He crashes into my knees, clutching my trousers like I’m the only stable thing in his world. Something tightens in my chest, that feeling I’m still getting used to. I lift him up immediately, inhaling the faint scent of baby soap and cereal. The woman stands, smoothing her dress. “Good afternoon, sir,” she says politely. I narrow my eyes. “Who are you?” “I’m a babysitter. Miss Sera hired me to watch over Ezra.”

She wanted to punt her out a window. “Sky,” he muttered, “Let’s just go home.” He stepped past her toward the door, stopping just inches from her shoulder. Close enough she felt the warmth radiating off him. Elisa gasped dramatically, like she’d just witnessed someone cancel Christmas. “Wait…hold on,” she squealed, rushing forward in her sparkly heels. “You’re leaving? Already?? Sky, that is literally so lame.” Sky’s head whipped around. “Excuse me?” Elisa folded her arms, hip popping out with Olympic-level smugness. “You just got here. And you’re gonna dip because your babysitter got a little messy?”

They return two minutes later with chips and they force me to put on the most annoying, brain-rotting animated show ever. I need to put on my noise canceling headphones and stare at the wall, thinking maybe those sixteen children I thought I wanted aren't a good idea. Babysitting is only fun when Bobbie is with me.