Todos los capítulos de Babysitting My Professor’s Son: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Livia“Did you see the way he kept eye-fucking me the whole time? It was disgusting!” A female voice said as she pushed the restroom door open.Inside that cramped space, my vision blurred, and I felt myself falling unconscious, but that loud, angry voice yanked me back to reality. It was a lifeline. Ryan stiffened behind me, still holding me tight. The hand that clamped over my mouth tightened, his fingers digging into my cheeks so hard they bruised. He stopped breathing and listened intently.“But you have to give it to him, he is hot as fuck” a second voice chimed in. The sound of a running faucet followed, splashing water cutting through the tension.“Don’t you guys find this kinda funny, how a guy keeps looking at another girl when he practically has a much hotter girl on his lap?” A third voice asked.So, there are three of them. I needed to find a way to escape this guy somehow. If I could make enough noise, they would know I was here.“Are you saying I am not good enough or

Livia“I told you, didn’t I? You can’t escape me, Livia.” His voice was sickeningly familiar as he stepped closer. I try to run, but my body stiffens, locking me in place. My heart begins racing super fast, with my breath coming in short, rough gasps that burn my throat.He closed the distance in a single mocking stride. A cruel sneer twisted his lips as he brought his face close to mine, his foul breath hitting my cheek.“Tonight, I am having my fun with you,” he leaned down into the shell of my ear and whispered, “No one, not even Keane, can save you”.He begins to unbuckle his belt, pressing himself against me. I opened my mouth to scream, but my throat clamped shut. Nothing but silence came out.I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for the dark to swallow me whole, wanting everything to just end.“Livia! Livia!! Can you hear me? Wake up!”My eyes snapped open. The terrifying weight vanished, replaced by the soft leather cushions of the room's sofa. Keane was bending over me, his hand

Roxy“I need to go use the restroom. I will be back soon,” Livia whispered in my ear, and then she was gone, slipping away slowly toward one of the waiters, probably to ask for directions.I watched her for a second before a warm hand on my waist pulled my attention back.I haven't even finished two bottles, but I could feel the room already had that soft, swimmy quality that blurred my eyes just a little. The music felt a little closer to my skin than it should. Tipsy was one word for it. Drunk was probably more honest.The large hand moved slowly across my waist, and I giggled before I could stop myself. Ryan’s touch always did that. I leaned close and pressed a messy, liquor-sweet kiss on his lips. He groaned into the kiss, his free hand threading through my hair to pull my face closer, deepening the pressure until my thoughts went entirely fuzzy.“Seriously, you two just get a fucking room,” a loud voice scoffed from across the table.Ryan smirked against my mouth and slowly pul

LiviaThe gravel crunched under my sneakers as I stepped off the porch. Keane leaned on the hood of his car, with hands shoved deep into his pockets. I tugged the hem of my top down, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles“Hi,” I whispered when I got to where he stood.Keane shifted uncomfortably. He rubbed the back of his neck, and I saw a rare look of awkwardness breaking through his usual calm demeanor. “Hey..uhmm sorry I came pretty early. I just realized we didn’t agree for a time.”“No, it’s fine.” My fingers were tightly laced together behind my back. “Is it okay to go now?”Instead of answering right away, Keane turned his head, staring blankly down the empty street. "Roxy?" he asked, looking back at me with a slight tilt of his head.I blinked as the sudden mention of her name made my chest tighten. "Huh?"A small, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "That’s your friend’s name, right?""Y-yes!" I took a step closer, my voice rose in a mix of panic and hope. "Please te

LiviaThe silence in the room stretched long enough for me to hear the small ticking of the wall clock. My aunt stood by the kitchen island with one hand holding a half-empty glass of water. “It’s L…Livia…” Samantha stammered, making me whip my head around and glare daggers at her.Is she really trying to pin this on me? Hell no.“It’s my friend, Aunt,” I cut in, keeping my eyes locked on Samantha, letting the glare burn into her before I finally forced myself to look back at my aunt.“Yes! Your friend. Sorry for the mix-up!” Samantha blurted out. She let out a tensed, squeaky laugh that sounded too loud and awkward. “We were just planning on advising her to stop doing so. Right, Livia?” She dug her elbow hard into my shoulder.I stiffened, swallowing the lump of irritation in my throat. “Y-yes. We were just talking about how we should warn her. You know, about the consequences of sleeping around. It can lead to infections, or worse, she could get pregnant. Then… she would have to d