Busty Babysitter Novels & Stories

Angel POV. "I want cookie," I tell the stupid babysitter stomping my foot, her name is Blair, she's a mommy with no little and she likes taking care of littles, Ilyssa's words, we're kind of good friends now, we shared some gossip about everyone, and it was fun to talk about it all. "And I said no," she says trying to sound firm and managing to, I should obey her, I should do as she said, but she wasn't as scary as Hunter was this morning, or even mommy Logan scary, she was firm, but not enough to get me to stop.

said Bastian. "Wh-what kind of punishment is that?" protested Renata. "Yes, it's fine if you don't want to. I won't calculate with you, but yes, you will definitely feel guilty," said Bastian casually, making Renata pout. "Alright, I agree." "Good. You will be my babysitter from now on," said Bastian. "Yeah, taking care of a big baby!" grumbled Renata, making Bastian chuckle at that. ***

Bellamy asked. "Leilani, you can call me Leilah for short." Leilah replied not smiling. "I don't care about your name, it's as ugly as You are." Bellamy said. "Don't talk rudely to our babysitter." Liam warned. "Oh, she is the babysitter, that's not my problem, my problem is when did you both started to care about someone? Or has the babysitter bewitched you with her magic? I don't trust these low life people, they can do anything to get what they want." Bellamy said.

She stands frozen, staring at me, eyes wide. "I, uh," she starts, clears her throat, and starts again, trying really hard not to stare at my bare chest. "I'm Katie. The babysitter. Is Quincy here?" "She's in the back getting ready." I step back. "Come on in. Chance here seems to be having a rough day." "Okay." Katie avoids making eye contact with me, and her cheeks flush. I'm used to having that effect on woman, but it still makes me smile when it happens. What can I say… I work hard on my physical fitness. I don't mind being appreciated for it.

But instead of work, I initiated a call. The screen blinked for a moment before it connected. "Mommy!" Genesis's excited voice filled the speakers, her little hands smudging the camera as she fought for a better angle. I smiled, warmth blooming in my chest like a forgotten flame. "Hey, baby girl. What have you been up to? Did Uncle Monkey drive you crazy yet?" Cameron’s face appeared beside hers, mock-offended. "Excuse you. I'm the best babysitter in Southeast Asia. Possibly the world."

Chapter 21: Challenge After the kids went to bed, and a long uncomfortable silence, Mrs. Velice finally appeared. She seemed tired, and Gigi couldn't recall if she had seen Mrs. Velice without bags under her eyes that entire week she had been babysitting her kids. But also she couldn't imagine how hard it must be to take care of two infants completely on your own. Mrs. Velice or Kayla was a woman in her thirties but looked like she was at least in her fifties. Not because she wasn't pretty enough, she was a beautiful woman with sparkling brown eyes and an amazing physical appearance, it was because of how stressed she seemed.

“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”

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 ?"

"I can't just go clubbing like I'm twenty-two again." "You're twenty-eight, not dead. And we'll get a sitter. My cousin's daughter does babysitting—she's very responsible, has CPR training, the whole deal." Wednesday was already pulling up contact information. "Come on, Ambelyn. When's the last time you did something just for yourself? Something fun and frivolous and completely unrelated to work or parenting or survival?"

"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..."