The Badass Babysitter Novels & Stories

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. ______

I made my way in there, may smile fading when I saw the person playing with her. "Damien?" I said slowly, feeling my eyes darken. He was throwing her in the air and catching her but stopped immediately when he heard my voice. He placed Gia on his hip and pointed at me, "Look, GG, big sister is here!" Gia turned to look at me and grinned, jumping of Damien with no hesitation. She sprinted to me and fell into my arms. "Hey, hun! Where's your babysitter?" I asked her. I had left her with one of my fairies. I had hired three of them, especially for her. None of them were to ever leave her side.

I was exasperated, disagreeing with her brilliant idea. Now here's the thing. It's not like my mother never appointed babysitters for me when she had business trips and contests to judge. But, all in vain, there were hundreds of complaints registered against me which led them to quit the job- which had a pretty fair pay- and now those files are probably rotting somewhere in the attic. These babysitters even took payment for their damages. I'm not a monster or anything but it's just their necessity stuff used to mesmerize me and as a curious explorer child, I was prompted to check them out.

How could he allow a mere nanny to bully my precious daughter? I dialed Austin's number. His voice came through the line, sharp with impatience. "I'm busy. If you have something to say, tell my assistant." Before I could speak, the call was cut off. I stared at my phone, stunned. He hadn't recognized my voice. He hadn't even remembered my number. Before I could recover, Isla Chambers's mocking face loomed closer, her smirk brimming with triumph. "I thought you might actually be somebody. Turns out, you're just another pathetic clown putting on a show."

"You know? We're like a tiger and a cat—anyway, I'm the cat—but I love my stupid sister. So, if you watch over her for me while I’m gone, I’ll owe you big time and I’ll bring you a gift when I get back—" "Are you stupid? You already owe me so much from before," I said wryly, cutting him off. He grinned. "Wait? Is that a yes?" I shook my head. "I don't know, man. I can help you find a better person to watch over her. Someone without a criminal record. But me? I'm not sure I can do it with everything I have to handle. And I’m not much of a babysitter."

You answer to me, remember. She nodded and cleared her throat. "The Boss can be cocky, arrogant, controlling, manipulative, hotheaded, and attractive. What makes it worse is that he knows it. He has bloodlust. He stares at people with some undertone of rage, as though he wishes for them to mess up so he can put a bullet in them. However, the moment he looks at you or talks about you, it's gone; he is content. And that is quite far from the man most of us know, who always seems rather isolated. He trusts very few people, which includes his family. He’s searching for something." I stared at Alessia from under my full semi-permanent lashes, before grinning. Alessia was purely talented, no doubt

His dark eyes burned with a dangerous mix of surprise and raw hunger. He was still in his work shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal veined forearms, jaw tight. “Keep going,” he said calmly, voice low and rough. “Don’t stop on my account, Emma.” She yanked her hand out from under her dress, his shirt falling from her lap. Her face burned crimson. “M-Mr. Thompson—I—I can explain—” He took a slow step forward, still recording. The red light on his phone mocked her. “Explain why my nineteen-year-old babysitter is fucking herself on my bed while moaning my name?” A dark smirk tugged at his lips. “This is better than any explanation.”

I kept expecting my phone to ring. Babysitting had always been easy money. Show up, charm the kids and parents, watch some TV, and get paid. At twenty-one, it beat waitressing or bar work. A polished businesswoman named Sophia answered my ad. She was warm, sharp, and offered a generous rate. We met for coffee, hit it off instantly. She was a stunning MILF with a beautiful home in an upscale neighborhood. I accepted the two-night-a-week gig without hesitation. My first shift went smoothly. The kids were adorable and well-behaved. I wore a cute outfit, settled them in bed, and relaxed with N*****x and snacks. Then the front door opened earlier than expected. I jumped up from the sofa, feet swi

"Doing what?" "Babysitting, mostly," she said, leaning in, her eyes shining with a warmth that felt dangerously genuine. "For a very wealthy family. They have this little girl... Oh, Mama, you should see her. Her name is Louise. She’s... she’s adorable. She has these big, soulful eyes and she’s so smart. I’ve only been there a short while, but I already love her so much. Sometimes, when I’m holding her, I feel this connection... like I’m her own mother. It’s the strangest, most beautiful thing." The world stopped.

Callista looked down at her. "Madri, I am going to fix your problem," Callista said soothingly. Madri suddenly became aware of the last, subtle power shift in her relationship with her babysitter. Madri stared up at Callista and the girl's beauty was stronger than ever before. She no longer had an abstract admiration for the girl's looks, she wanted her. This cool, confident girl who seemed to have all of the answers that she lacked. There was something so...sexy about that.