Babysitter Confessions Novels & Stories

I said pointing my head toward the guy playing with the girl. "So you're like friends?" I hesitated on what I was supposed to reply, we aren't friends or anything like that and I couldn't tell him that I'm here because some mafia boss invited him to a party and that he needs an escort, yeah no that will freak him out. "I'm his babysitter." I blurted out, shit I wasn't supposed to say that. He frowned deeply and I continued to lie. "The guy is actually a troublemaker and his parents hired me for watching him that he doesn't do anything bad, that job is kinda cool since you get to spend a lot of his money." I chuckled playfully and he laughed.

But no sooner did I face him than my brows got hunkered due to confusion. Standing in front was no Stefano but a man younger than him, seeing clearly I can say they both are related same eyes, and hair only difference is; Stefano is more built and..... 'And he is sexy, with his beards, he is gorgeous and I want to jump his bones.' my inner self happily said. " Who are you? " I blurted, even before I can think. "Luciano Valentino." he started in the same curt way Stefano does"father of the child you are going to babysit. So shall we begin?" he asked.

The moment they laid eyes on me, they instantly went wide in surprise. “Child, what is this, I hear about a new babysitter sent by me?” I didn't understand the question Emilia just asked me. What does she mean? Wasn't she the one who switched the babysitter? “Are you saying you had no idea about the babysitter?” Emilia rushed over to my side. “I would never switch your babysitter without informing you. Whoever did this must be aware that I hired the babysitter myself. Goodness! What the hell is going on?”

She kept asking questions until he left her apartment. As Fabien suspected, Willow’s crisis was about the latest babysitter the agency had sent and that problem had been resolved in the first hour. Willow had really only wanted a stand-in for her absent husband, a shoulder to cry on while she expressed her fury and disappointment that her little girl had once more, been let down and misunderstood.

I smiled, putting my purse back on the dresser, so I could wear my earrings, “I thought I was a princess.” “No, mummy. I'm a prince, so you can't be a princess,” He explained with all seriousness. “Daddy is a king, so you are a queen.” “You're so adorable,” I replied, before grabbing my purse again, and heading downstairs to the babysitter, Sophie, a college sophomore, who looked every bit as shy as I'd been at her age. I had encountered her on Peers, a tested and trusted website for babysitters and parents to connect.

She looked at my sullen face, “Don’t worry. New parents make these mistakes all the time.” “You seem to have quite some knowledge about babies.” Enzo mused, watching her intently. “I’ve been a babysitter for years now. I know a thing or two.” She said, handing Emmy over to me. As I put her back in her crib, Enzo and Sara stood there in awkward silence. I came back to them, glancing at them. I had no idea what they spoke about in my absence, but I prayed it was something nice. “So… I guess this is it.” Sara said, “I’ll take your leave. It was nice meeting you two.”

"He's just a kid." "He's a monster," she hisses through the phone. "A future psychopath. When I took the kitten away from him, he said he'd...I can't repeat the words he said, sir, because I'm a Christian lady and I don't..." "Can you stay one more hour?" I beg. I sound pathetic, begging this geriatric babysitter to give me a bit more time, but I'm running out of options. I can't just leave work anymore--I'm just an employee, not the boss, and with Evelyn gone so much of the time and my law firm closed, I need every dollar I can earn. "Please. I need to see if I can get his mother to..."

the boy says, yelling at his father at the top of his voice. “What did you just say, Archie?” Mr Gordon says with a hard look which can make anyone quiver but not his son. “I’m here to warn you that I do not need any babysitter. I'm thirteen and I do not need any babysitter that would later get killed by the demon that call himself my father.” Archie says and Mr Gordon face twist in anger. “Spat such nonsense again and I'll have your cute face pay for it” Mr Gordon cautions and Archie only smile sadly.

with a permanent marker on the board, and underneath it, “Guess how she gets paid.” “Hey, who am I?” someone yells in the middle of the cafeteria. I make the mistake of looking up, and I see the owner of the voice—Tony Brown from AP Latin—dragging another boy, who acts unwilling, into forced, fake kissing. “I know, I know.” Cassidy raises a hand, practically leaping out of her seat. “Babysitter with benefits,” she says, and it’s followed by a roar of laughter. Maya slams her tray down when she sits across from me. “I swear, if I hear one more person say something…”

But before they could leave, Anya stopped everyone and announced loudly. "Hey guys! Our party is still on for tonight but with slight changes; and Vic is going to join us too." "What?" Vic looked at me in confusion but I had no idea what was going on either. "Vic, don't panic. We won't eat you. I was supposed to drive Mo to the city but I need to get my bike serviced." Anya lied shamelessly. What was she talking about? She got a cool new bike as present for her twentieth birthday which was just six months ago! I so wanted to kick Anya in the backside for her pathetic attempts.