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However, his parents were more concerned about who they saw rather than what they saw. "What is she doing here?" Tony demanded, vexed. Katty looked equally upset. Dante shifted his gaze to his dad. "She is Vincent's babysitter," Dante revealed, leaving them reeling with shock and disbelief. They exchanged a confused glance with each other before fixing their incredulous gaze on him, as if questioning his insanity. "Have you forgotten what she has done to you?" Katty asked, reminding him of the past. "That girl ran away with her boyfriend. She has no character. And you want that characterless girl to raise our grandchild," Tony fumed. Dante returned his glare with his own.

“Who, not what, we are waiting for Kiara…” “You called your babysitter along?” Natasha asked raising an eyebrow. She was yet to meet Kiara, but everyone in the house heard of how dad hired a babysitter to stop me from getting in trouble “what is she going to do? Stop you from fucking a girl? Or make sure that you use a condom”

I don't mind, she is beautiful, like the nurses, but I feel like she has a nasty temper. “I have a presentation tomorrow; I really don’t have the time to babysit you. Why don’t you play some games with Dante while I prepare for my presentation.” With that Alessia ignores me and the rug rat constantly tugging my jeans. I am grateful when I am finally shown to my room.

Alessia pulled away sadly and leaned back against the kitchen counter. “We can’t fix everything Alessia, no matter how much we want to. Me and you we both learn many things for ourselves so let our children do the same” Damon replied taking a sip of his coffee and shivered as the hot drink slipped down his throat. Alessia fell quiet and stared at his hands. “On another note, we need some new babysitters.” Alessia nodded in agreement. “Who have we got left?” “Well, there is Zia...” "Zia has a lot on her plate at the moment with the business and applying for that loan, remember?"

my aunt chimed in, entering the conversation and once again showing her disagreement with my idea. "What I'm going to do is something absolutely 'normal,' Aunt," I countered delicately. "Where is Eloá?" Oliver had brought his daughter with him because his wife had fired the two young babysitters for the girl, and he hadn't taken a liking to any of the professionals his wife had hired for the job.

I roll my eyes at his annoying attitude. "You go to the same school as me, right?" He says this in a nicer tone. "Yeah. I'm in your chemistry class." A smirk tugs at his lips. I narrow my eyes. "What?" "Nothing." He clears his throat and the handsome smirk disappears. "So, um, why exactly do you need a babysitter?" He rolls his eyes. "My mom found out I was doing drugs at a party. She doesn't trust me to stay home alone anymore, so she did this. It's part of my punishment."

My Gangster Babysitter is the fourth book of the Love For The Wicked Series. This is a spinoff of Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife, and contains a few spoilers. Either way, this can be read as a stand-alone. Please don't forget to follow me on my lnstagram account Castiellj. . . ~Benny~ It felt like hours when in reality; it had only been five minutes. The clock was ticking. Shaving off the five minutes I’d been ogling this metal door, I only got twenty-five left before the guards swept the basement for their rounds.

he replied, with a soft smile. "Yay!" he exclaimed. "Sarah, can you watch it too?" he asked, looking at the nanny. Sarah seemed lost for a moment. She wasn't expecting him to invite her, although she had to admit it was only natural that he did; they always watched movies together. But she didn't have the chance to answer, because Victor was faster. "It can be just us tonight, Ben. Sarah is a bit tired today," he simply said, and Sarah didn't know if she felt grateful or angry.

The babysitter untied her apron as she said, “I’ve already prepared dinner for you, Ms. Emiliano, and it’s ready to be eaten now. I must head home soon. Also, Bobby had a slight fever today. I’ve brought his temperature back down, but the poor child must have felt quite unwell. You should take him to the hospital for a check-up, Ms. Emiliano. His body won’t be able to take it if this goes on for longer!” “Really? Did Bobby cry today?” Liliana frowned and hurried into the bedroom to lay a hand against Bobby’s forehead, which did feel warm to the touch. She hurriedly scooped him into her arms. “You can head back first. Thank you so much for keeping an eye on him this late in the night. I’m so

At least she does while I sit down on a comfortable chair not that very far from where she sits, clicking away on the big smartphone, snickering and giggling to herself. “Can I have popcorn?” I lift my head from my book. Her face is pink and for a moment she looks like the child she really is; her lip gloss is long gone and her hair tied up on top of her head in a high ponytail. “Yes, go ahead.” I watch her run to the kitchen and listen to the sounds coming. The movie is on pause and I relax. I could get used to this sort of job. Just one afternoon and is pretty decent cash. The voice has gone around that I’m a good babysitter. I help with homework and even take them out to the park when the