The Badass Babysitter Novels & Stories

“Don’t be like that, you have left me immobilized all evening, I want to shower, I want to clean up and also I am hungry, you brought me here, you should know that I am your responsibility.” It all happened in seconds and he was on top her and her eyes widened in shock, “listen to me dulce, I am a killer, a kidnapper, an assassin, I am all the bad things in this world, even more than you can think of and only few that I’m not and one of them is a babysitter, I don’t babysit, okay? So don’t you tell me you are my responsibility because frankly you are not. If your owner had been in town tonight, trust me, you wouldn’t have been here and I wouldn’t have to deal with your radio of a mouth. I am

Serena sounds happy, contrary to her behaviour when she's with me. "Can she come this weekend too? The girls have been asking if she can come and play with them." Are they talking about ‘her’? "I'll have to ask her first. I'll let you know later?" Wait, why would Serena have anything to do with her? Did she book the babysitter? Why would my assistant do that when Maddy has her own assistant? "Yeah sure. Tell her I'll be paying her with the same rate like the babysitter who's supposed to show up. Urgh, I'm never hiring anyone from that agency again. So unreliable!" If the babysitter never showed up, then who the fuck is that girl?

"Good morning, Sir. I'm Xyneth Lava Asuncion, here to apply as a babysitter. My past jobs might not be related to taking care of children, but I'll do my best to take good care of whomever I'm assigned to." The man answers in a cold tone, still looking at a painting framed on the wall. "How can you be so sure that you won't mess up in taking care of my son?" I'm still looking at the floor, bowing my head before I speak. "I'm not 100% certain that I won't make mistakes in taking care of your son, but I'm 101% sure that I will do everything I can to take good care of him. So please be kind and patient with him."

I do not like authority, but I truly need it and need to be put in place every now and then. I would not have much of a problem if dad had hired some thirty something, tall, hot as hell, handsome hunk, in fact I would have been thrilled to have an absolute hottie as my babysitter- but instead I have Greta and I find her absolutely atrocious. At least I will not have to see her sour face for a week, this is the only time I can say thank goodness for Bassa!

He asks taking a step forward. “I called you a bloody bastard... Mr Gordon punch him hard on his face which sends him to the floor. “How dare you an ungrateful out call me that?” he roars. He advance toward him on the floor and makes an attempt to hit him again on the floor and he feels a fragile holds on his hand. He forcefully yanks his hand off the grip and he hears the sound of someone falling on the ground with a loud thud. He looks back and behold, it is the new babysitter that he hired to watch over his son.

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.

“I'm Remy Thayer Valentin, your new babysitter.” Her eyes narrowed. “Guess it's true. Rogues are really wild, uncultured beasts," she spat, watching me calmly. Uncultured beasts? “Go back from wherever you came from, because I would rather die than let a rogue ruin my social status," she added, her arms crossed over her chest. My eyes glinted with amusement. “I don't have time to deal with a spoilt brat like you. “ I inquired, trying to stay calm. “So I'll say this only once; don't make my job hard. Okay.”

Both mine and Olli, but Oliver acts like such a stuck-up bitch that doesn't need a sitter, he acts as if he's a million years old instead of being in his twenties, I don't know what climbed up his ass, but it sure as hell didn't come back down. "Yes, monkey, you're the one climbing up the tree, not me," she yells again. "Right, you're the one barking at it," I say in a low voice hoping she won't hear me, but she did, Luna was a great babysitter, she loves kids, but once you pass the ten years old mark, she turns into the worst bitch you've ever met, and I'm dead.

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.

I replied honestly, as my confidence rejuvenated. I was no longer the scared, love struck girl I used to be. I am a woman now, a strong, hate struck woman and whatever tonight brings I can handle. Now I just had to wait for my babysitter to arrive. I am not usually comfortable with unvetted women looking after my baby, but Loretta had five stars on the app. It would have to suffice. ______