Amelia's *** "This is the person you'll be babysitting." The lady said something that stunned me. I locked my gaze on the guy I had offended, my savior... completely perplexed My eyes returned to the woman. “H–him?” She glowed and smiled, clearly pleased with herself. "He, yes." "B-but he isn't a kid!" The obvious was said. "I know, sweetheart, but I never said you'd be babysitting a child. So, what are your thoughts? Are you going to keep your job?" Will I? Do I even have a choice? My gaze returned to the man who appeared to be amused by my plight. He waited for my response with his brows lifted. I inhaled deeply and raised my head to meet the woman's stare, ready to make my choice. * ~ Two days earlier ~ * I ordered the cab driver to hurry up because the live TV broadcast was about to start. "Please drive quicker, it's almost time!" "Calm down, Miss; this is my speed limit; I can't go any faster." I tapped my fingers and toes impatiently, wishing I could disappear fro

Amelia's POV ~ We arrived at Club X later that evening, It was bumming loudly with music and as Chelsea had said, it seems like some rich dudes are here. I could tell this from the VIP sections, which were crowded. I couldn't see their faces since the light are dim. The dance floor was also filled with people, bodies pressing together, guys touching girls... At a corner, I saw some people making out and not giving a damn about what people think, which made me feel out of place. Clubbing isn't my thing, yeah I dance at a bar, but the scene here is wholly different from what happens at Mr Craig's. This is my second time coming to a club, the first time Chelsea dragged me to one, I ended up leaving her behind to do my work as a designated driver. Don't get me wrong though, I might be a virgin, but it doesn't I'm a holy one. It's just that when you're not used to a certain kind of life, it'll be hard to fit in, you know? Chelsea was practically jumping with excitement, this is her kin

Amelia's POV ~ I still didn't get over the fact that I just spoke with Kade. I mean my childhood crush! What the fuck, he even kissed my hand! I would have thought it was all a dream if I'm not seeing the bandage wrapped around my leg. And what the hell did he mean that we would meet again? I was expecting him to tell me what I'll do to return the favour, but he never mentioned it, does that mean he has forgotten? If that's the case, I should be grateful, right? Because I have a feeling I wouldn't like whatever he'd bring up. From the little time I spent with him in the car, I realize Kade doesn't seem to be easygoing as he is always on TV, something tells me there's more to him than he seems to let on. Shaking my head, I glance behind me to make sure they're gone before turning in the direction of my house. Don't give me that look, I can't just give my house address to a stranger, especially one who has a scary-looking guard. Also, since Kade forgot to ask for whatever favour I owe

A babysitter is supposed to dress up warmly so as not to scare the kids. However, that isn't the case for me. I was dressed in all black like a serial killer, tight black pants, coupled with a black hoodie which I used to cover my hair. What will the parents of the kids think when they see me? Won't the wife feel like I came to snatch her husband? Ahh, the day has already started wrongly, what more could go wrong? As I sat on the bus, I couldn't help but feel tense and jittery. That's because I had enough reasons to be nervous. First, I don't know if those killers have found me, and are secretly stalking me. Secondly, l can't get him out of my mind, you know… Kade. I keep thinking about what will happen now after I insulted him. Gosh, Lia, he saved me and that's how I get to repay him? Kade Preston Saint isn't just any man, he's a powerful man. One of the ruthless billionaires In the states whose backgrounds are hidden from the public. The only reason he's seen in TV shows is that he

Kade's Pov When I found out the reason why Aunt Mae wanted me to show up at the venue, I was like... “What the heck! Why the hell would I want to be babysat?” I should have known that whatever Aunt Mae comes up with wouldn't end well. Her only reply was... “Who knows? Maybe you might fall in love with your babysitter since you haven't found your mate!” What kind of fucked up reasoning is that? I'm not a child for chrissake! “Aunt Mae...” I started calmly, wanting to reject the idea before she takes it seriously. “That's not going to happen. I don't want a babysitter nor do I want to be babysat.” I cringed at my own words. What will other Alphas say when they hear this? Just like that, Aunt Mae began crying. Shedding tears with snorts and all that. The problem is that I hate it women cry. I wouldn't know what to do or how to go on about it. “Don't do this to me, Preston, I've prepared everything already, don't ruin it, I beg of you. I wouldn't mind if you don't like the girls th