Todos los capítulos de Babysitting My Professor’s Son: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Livia“What? Sweet cheeks?”Samantha’s head whipped around so fast a few strands of hair slapped on her face as she turned to the guy behind her. “Bram, you’ve never called me that before. Tell me, do you actually know her, or what?”My chest tightened as I stared at him. Sweet cheeks wasn't even a compliment, and here Samantha’s face was already a twisted mix of panic and jealousy.Bram’s gaze dragged lazily down my face; his smirk tugged higher at the corner of his lip.“Hmmm. Something like that,” he drawled. Slowly, he reached forward and dragged two thick fingers along Samantha’s jawline. “Don’t worry about it, babe. It’s nothing important.”I watched the visible surge of relief melt right through Samantha’s body as her shoulders dropped under his touch. But the second his hand fell away, she lunged forward, slammed her fingers around my wrist in a vice grip, and yanked me up out of my seat.“Watch our spots, okay?” she called out, turning to Bram with the sweetest smile I have e

LiviaWe pulled up to the beach after a thirty-minute drive and stepped out into the night air. Looking around, I suddenly felt self-aware-I was totally underdressed. Most of the girls wore bikinis, crop tops, or tiny shorts. Everyone was dressed light, while I was completely covered up.A massive bonfire burned in the distance, drawing a crowd of forty or fifty people scattered across the sand. Beer bottles littered the ground, some people held half-empty bottles as they talked, while others grabbed fresh ones straight from wooden crates.To my right, two girls and a guy were practically making out, squealing whenever someone snuck in a playful pinch or tickle. Over on the left, a loud group was playing beach volleyball.As we walked closer to the heat of the fire, one of the guys playing volleyball froze, spotting us. A smirk spread on his face, and he immediately abandoned the game to walk over. He was tall, shirtless, and well built.“Think fast!” he yelled, launching the ball st

LiviaThis is not a date.This is not a date.This is not a date.I held the chair by the side and repeated the words over and over like a mental spell, silently praying my pounding heart wouldn’t burst right through my chest, If my stomach didn’t betray me and let out an embarrassing growl like a dying engine back in his car, I wouldn't be sitting in a place where a glass of water probably cost half my rent.Across from me Prof. Sterling picked up a leather-bound menu and flipped it open."Have you ordered yet?""THIS IS NOT A DATE!" The words erupted from my mouth before I could stop them.The couple at the adjacent table snapped their heads towards us, shooting me a collective look of pity and awkwardness. Heat instantly rushed up my neck, burning right to the tips of my ears.Professor Sterling froze, his grey eyes raising slowly over the top of his menu and his left eyebrow arched high above his forehead. "What?"I winced, digging my chin into my collarbone as I snatched up my ow

LiviaThe car glided smoothly to a stop directly in front of a towering, multi-story building constructed almost entirely of dark, reflective glass. Sleek gold lettering above the grand entrance caught the afternoon light, practically screaming opulence. I couldn't help but stare, my eyes wide, as we stepped through the automatic doors into a climate-controlled sanctuary that smelled faintly of something expensive.Words completely failed me as I took in the quality of everything surrounding us. The ground floor stretched out like a museum of unmitigated wealth. High-end boutiques lined both sides of the clean aisle, some displaying rows of luxury cosmetics behind well lit glass, while others toward the far end, left featured designer shoes and bags arranged like works of art.As we walked further inside, we passed a high-tech gaming lounge with massive curved displays. I coudn’t help but smile a bit as I knew Jared would have lost his mind in there, desperate to try out every sin

LiviaYou have got to be kidding me.I stared at him with my mouth slightly open. This man literally commissioned six massive, luxury birthday cakes, all because he couldn't decide on the exact shade of brown to get for his four-year-old son.Truth be told, looking at the display in front of us, it was almost impossible to tell them apart. To any normal human being, they all looked like the exact same shade of brown.Yet, as absurd as the whole situation was, a small part of me found it kind of funny. I mean, who goes to these lengths over the hex code of a birthday cake?I cleared my throat, leaning forward to inspect the cake line-up sitting on the cart. My eyes landed on the first tiered creation right at the front."Let's go with this one then," I said, pointing my finger straight at it.Professor Sterling shifted his weight, his grey eyes narrowing as he gave the cake a long, overly critical inspection."That is coffee brown," he noted flatly. "From what I know, young children do