Busty Babysitter Novels & Stories

So I'm stuck thinking about Gray. "And yeah , i think I've seen a job for you. It's nice and not stressful. Just need few of your time and you'll be earning a huge amount of money. I think the family's rich too." " Piper breathe.." I hold her hand and smile. She nod and breathe. "It's a babysitting Job. The kid's an anonymous. But the pay is good. So you've got a lot of time for yourself after college and after babysitting the kid." "How old is she ?"

she says. "I was hoping on that," I say commending my acting skills. "Well I'm not the real nut to crack, Ma-fe is, my four year old sister who you're babysitting." "Oh," finally my fake job here is clear. I'm a babysitter. "Ma-Fe!" She shouts suddenly startling me. "Oh Bella, would you stop shouting, that's unladylike." A round middle aged woman wearing an apron says coming into view. "Good afternoon Ma'am," I greeted.

I rest my elbow over the back of my chair and cross my legs at the knee. "When was the last time you saw your kids?" I ask Antony, if only just to do something. My eyes find Mariam and I watch her introduce herself to an older man with feather light grey hair. She's fine so I move my gaze elsewhere. "Not since I was hired to watch you," Antony replies. I find Emma and Terry and keep my eyes on them. "Sorry. Hopefully you'll get back to them soon. Do they know what you do?" "The oldest is fully aware. She misses her dad, though. I call her when you sleep."

“Anyway, I need to head out soon. I don’t want to make a bad first impression.” "Oh, really?" My mother snapped. "You know what else is a bad first impression?" She raised her eyebrows, coming closer to me. "No, Mom" I shook my head on a sigh. “What?” "You looking like a mailwoman rather than a babysitter!” She snapped, her eyes narrowing in on my outfit. “Why would you dress like this to work?" "Seriously, mom?” I couldn't help but snap back. “How else is a babysitter supposed to dress?”

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?

Charles doesn't seem to be happy he was here. Arthur pulled him into a hug. “Argh. My junior brother's all grown. Man, look at that athletic build.” He teased him, playfully punching his chest and they both laughed. “Oh, who's this? Girlfriend?” Arthur referred to me and I replied abruptly. “His nanny. Babysitter too and academic handler.”

Now that job belonged to my secretary, Carmen, sixty-eight years old and with eyes that missed nothing. “So, how is the new nanny?” she asked, appearing like a ghost and handing me a fresh cup of coffee. I took a sip before answering. “Giulia liked her. By the second day, they were already matching outfits.” Carmen smiled, the kind that said I told you so without words. “And you?” The coffee suddenly tasted bitter. “She’s… competent. We’re still adjusting. It’s only been two days since Isabella arrived.” Competent. As if I were describing a new security system, not the woman now making my daughter laugh at breakfast.

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.