Busty Babysitter Novels & Stories

"I've got good news. Mariam, you can go along with Cas, but there's still going to be another caretaker." I groan but Mariam smiles. Mariam is bad enough, I really don't want another person pissing on my parade. But I'm going to get one according to the General. "So how old is this woman?" I ask idly. "I'd really like to know how far I can go with my shenanigans." If I'm going to get two caretakers, I'm going to have some fun. "You really didn't read the file did you?" the General asks, then sighs. "She's eighteen, and you better not pull any shenanigans. I wouldn't want her to tell her father that you're a waste of money."

"But we're back now." My eyes narrowed. "What kind of delay?" I asked, my voice suspicious. But before Iskander could answer, I spotted the babysitter's new phone My expression softened when I saw the babysitter's new phone. "Oh, that's a great phone," I said, smiling. "You're going to love it." The babysitter beamed at me. "Thank you," she said. "I'm so excited to use it." I turned to Iskander. "What about you?" I asked. "Did you get yourself a new phone too?"

Anastasia winked, taking Damon's coat off as Zoey watched. "I asked you a question! Where is the damned babysitter!?" Damon was angry. "Calm down okay?" Anastasia shrugged. She met Damon's angry glare and rolled her eyes. "I told her to leave. I'm capable of taking care of Zoey" she answered, placing her hands on her waist. "This babysitting agency must be so incompetent! How could they let a stranger in to take care of my child? I'm going to sue them" Damon said, exasperated and frankly disgusted by the act.

A babysitter is supposed to dress up warmly so as not to scare the kids. However, that isn't the case for me. I was dressed in all black like a serial killer, tight black pants, coupled with a black hoodie which I used to cover my hair. What will the parents of the kids think when they see me? Won't the wife feel like I came to snatch her husband? Ahh, the day has already started wrongly, what more could go wrong?

Other maids hid behind while pacing back sluggishly. “You don't really have to get angry at the maids. You keep firing the babysitters the same way you fire your workers. None of them ever satisfied you. I don't even think there's anyone out there that can ever satisfy you, you're unappeasable. Richard Sullivan, shoot your shot for once.” “What you need isn't a babysitter. You need a wife.” Bryant interrupted instantly as he stepped down from the staircase. “What do you mean?” Puzzled, he lifted a brow at him with his eyes darkened with suspicion.

The first few days after we'd slept together, I had been scrambling around trying to find someone competent to replace Janet. Kristen had picked up a lot of the slack for me when I worked from home. Thankfully, a few days ago, she sent me this list with contact numbers of all the best babysitters and nannies in San Diego. It had been an extensive list with details about every person on it. It had taken me eleven meetings and three-second interviews, but I'd finally found someone I was happy with. She was an older woman named Elaine Bennet, she was fifty-two years old, and she was a primary school teacher for fifteen years before she went back to school to study child psychology.

Slowly, her chest grew heavy as she remembered what her boss said earlier. “Secretary-slash-babysitter.” She wasn’t sure if he was joking, but the thought scared her. What if he really planned to treat her like a servant, giving her orders like a nanny? She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. If only she wasn’t so desperate, if only she didn’t need this job, she would have never accepted it. She would rather wash dishes at a small eatery than babysit an arrogant man who acted like a king. But what could she do? She couldn’t afford to be picky.

He is the troublemaker. But they were both utterly glued to me all the time, their chubby arms reaching for me even when Blair tried to coax them into playing with her. “They’re obsessed with you” Blair said one evening watching as I juggled the two of them on my lap. “They’re smart” I joked, pressing kisses to their cheeks. “They know who carried them for months.” “Three months” Blair corrected with a small smirk. *** The babysitter we’d found was a teenage girl named Tara who lived in the apartment above us. She was thin and pale, with dark circles under her eyes that made her look older than she was.

She couldn't believe was about to live in one of the Desmond mansions! “I’m Jayce Perez. Raven’s best bro. Don’t tell him though, he would never admit to that.” He winked playfully towards her direction through the rearview mirror. Something about this man made her feel comfortable. He had a certain beauty that resembled the sun on a beautiful day. She helped him ease her nervousness without even trying. “You can call me Therese. I’m uh…the newly hired babysitter.” “Oh, I already know you. I also know about your spicy babysitter deal.” He said plainly.

“That, my good friend, was a grimace.” “Whatever, it still counts.” Maya rolls her eyes, dumping my tray on an empty table. Then, she shakes her head. “I can’t believe that jerk did that to you,” she says, throwing a glare over her shoulder. “We’re ignoring him, remember?” “Yes, but…” Before she can finish her sentence, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and stare at the text from Mrs. Danvers – my art teacher and neighbor. “Hey, Lila, I’ve got a job for you. Parents are going to be out of town for fifteen days, and they need a babysitter. Pay is six grand!”