Angelina Jolie/Male Reader
You didn't know what you were getting into when you entered their household. Six children, a husband that wasn't entirely there, and a lonely woman that was trying to keep her family together.
"This isn't right Ms. Jol...
"Alright, Mr. Shepherd. We have selected a home that requires a babysitter." Ms. Collins tells. "And what's the catch?" I ask. "They ask for an in-home caretaker. You would be moving in with them and staying for as long as they require. That would be six months." Ms. Collins tells. "Right. I'll take the job. When do I need to be there?" I ask.
"Tomorrow morning."
"Okay. I'll be there. Just send me the information and I'll drive myself there." I tell.
"Actually, the family has said they would provide transportation to their estate. They're very private clients and want their family life private," she tells. ".........Right. Am I staying with celebrities or something?" I ask. "It's a need to know basis. You'll find out soon enough."
"Fine. I'll be finished packing by tonight. Just tell me what time they'll be here to pick me up." I tell.
"No later than 7:30 tomorrow morning. Friday will be counted as your first day, but you'll start Saturday." Ms. Collins tells.
"Yes ma'am," I tell.
We hang up and I sigh.
"This is going to be a long one," I say.
I start emptying my drawers of my clothes and necessary items in a duffle bag and cram the rest into a suitcase. My phone buzzes and I check to see if it was Ms. Collins. I groan at the number on it but pick it up anyway. "Hey, you!!" I say with false enthusiasm.
"Hey bro!! Where have you been? It's like you deserted me!!" he tells.
"I didn't desert you, Darren. I told you that I was still looking out for a call about a job." I tell.
"Dude, I told you I got a great job for you," Darren tells. "Being a male stripper isn't the type of job I'm looking for," I tell.
"What'chu got against male strippers? You think guys can't do it as girls can?" he asks. "I'm not saying that. I'm just saying that I don't want to be a male stripper." I tell. "But look at yourself dude. You can bring in the ladies with your smile alone. If they see that bod, the dough is gonna be flying!!" Darren tells.
"Look, I'll tell you this. If this gig I'm doing doesn't cut out in the first three months, then I'll call you about the stripping gig." I tell.
"Awesome man!! You got to be honest if it doesn't go well though," he tells. "Fine, fine. I promise I'll be honest about it. Look, I got to get packing. I'll text you the details later." I tell. "Alright, bro. Later," he tells. "Later," I say.
We hang up and I resume packing for tomorrow, shaking my head.
"Darren, you a wild fool," I say.
I finish packing and set them aside for tomorrow. I look around the room and decide to clean up before I leave. It takes me a couple of hours before I finish everything. I slump down on my bed and lay back on it. I reach for my pillow and feel a piece of paper. I pull it out and smile at what it was.
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