All Chapters of Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

GRACESince rushing up the stairs with an injured child was not advisable, I left Ruby on the couch and found my way to the upper floor to find out what could have warranted my name being shouted the way it was.“Miss Sands! Fucking come up here this minute!”Uh...okay? Now I am more than curious.And that made me hurry my steps. I skipped some of the stairs to that effect.“Miss Sands...” The man in front of me was very, very angry and... covered in flour and egg yolk!It took every inch of self-control in me to not burst into laughter at the sight of my employer.From the top of his head to his face, he was covered in the whiteness of flour and some drippings of yellow decorated him here and there. The gooey part of the egg trickled down his chest which he had somehow managed to make bare in barely a minute after walking out on me and his daughter.The strange thing was that he looked sexier.How on earth does one still manage to have such sexiness even after being furiously attacke

GRACEMy hand came in contact with my throat which was feeling extra dry. I tried moistening my mouth with some saliva but that didn’t do any good. I needed water.And I needed to get off this seat before my buttocks became flatter.“Mr. Roberto.” The fairly young man who looked way older than his age because of his grumpiness and mostly because of his receding hairline, sneered at me, and I got an answer before I could ask my question. But I asked anyway. “Can I get a bottle of water, please?”“How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t...”“... like strangers touching your stuff. I got it, sir.” Oh if only the two hours spent could just be the end of this torture. I got up and received a deeper frown from Mr. Roberto. But I successfully ignored him and walked to where they were seated. “Ruby, I need to get water upstairs.” She nodded, her mind more focused on the book in front of her. “Do you need anything?”I finally caught her full attention. “A juice box please.” Her grand smi

GRACE   “Here, let me help you.” He bent to pick the gown. “No, it is fine. It is not...” But he had already picked it up. He stretched it towards me in my crouched state and I grabbed its tail. He was holding the gown with a little force, as though it was a game of tug of war. So I had to get up and pull harder. Bit by bit, I took the cloth into my hands, the silkiness flowing nicely. During the transfer, my eyes were settled on his fierce ones and I was held down, I was just held down. When the cloth finally made it into my hands, I subconsciously hugged it to my stomach. I was still drowning in the blueness of his eyes. But soon I got out of the trance or moment or whatever you want to call it. I cleared my throat and gathered the rest of my clothes into the bag. “Thanks,” I murmured as I locked the bag, properly this time around. Mr. Powers exhaled loudly but I did not make the mistake

GRACE“Good morning, Miss Sands.”I jumped, and more than half of the content in the glass cup I was holding fell onto the tile.“Sir...”Why on earth would he decide to sneak behind me and whisper a greeting into my ear?My eyes followed the man as he walked past the couch and to my side.“Why are you up so early?” he asked.“I couldn’t sleep.” I eyed him. His interest in me was a little suspicious. “Why are you up so early?”“Same.”As I gave slow nods, I looked at the orangery mess I made on the floor.I am glad to say that drinking orange juice at two in the morning is something I enjoy. Another thing I enjoy at this peaceful hour is the silence, the darkness, and the view of the beautifully lighted city before me.My prolonged stare at the spilled mess was enough to strip the ground. So, I got to my feet and announced my intention to get a mop.Without a word, the man shifted his stance and gave me a chance to pass without having to crash into him.Soon, I was back in the dimly l

GRACEI have always loved the concept of dreams. It is one of the two reasons I love sleeping so much. Dreams are like movies with unrealistic and realistic fused together. In dreams you get to be anything, anyone.So, as my familiar yet annoying urge to drink water or any sweet liquid dragged me out of the lovely movie playing in my sleep, I hugged the pillow to my chest to try to ignore it. I did not want the dream to end.But as expected, I gave in to my extreme thirst which has been the reason I always get up very early in the morning.I reluctantly opened my eyes and hugged the pillow tighter while I attempted persuading my legs to get off the bed.When I finally managed to sit up, I looked to my right where a bottle of water I had taken with me to bed lay.The emptiness of the object made me question my immense need for water and it also caused me to get up, one of my legs kicking the bottle in the process.Once I stepped out, Mr. Powers’s strong scent hit my nose and I felt my