Babysitter With Benefits

8

Gianna's P.O.V

You stay up late that night in anticipation of hearing his footsteps coming down the hallway. By the time its 2am, your lids are heavy and you find yourself falling asleep. Part of you wants to go check on him, but you shake your head.

Guess I min interpreted what he said...

You sigh, pulling the blankets tighter around you, you will yourself to just forget what he said.

It shouldn't matter. None of this was supposed to happen anyways. He's my employer. My boss... ugh, what the hell am I doing?

You pull your hair with your hands and groan, feeling embarrassed.

I mean, he wouldn't have said what he said if he wasn't interested in me. Maybe I should just go sneak and see what he's up too..

You rise from your bed, glancing at yourself in the floor length mirror. The pink silk nightgown he bought you is short, barely covering your ass, but you decide to go in search of him anyways.

Would it be completely embarrassing if he caught me?

Dispelling your wild thoughts you go into the hallway, and make your way towards the staircase.

Maybe he's in his bedroom..

You take a deep breath, ignoring the way your heart beats hard in your chest as you ascend the steps. Your not exactly sure where to go, but you move to the first floor you see and listen carefully. Silence. Then the next door down the hall, and the next, and its not until you get to the last one at the end of the hallway to your left that you hear his gruff voice arguing with someone.

Is he not alone?

You press your ear to the door, and listen carefully.

"I don't care, you cant just call me and demand whatever you want and think I'm going to oblige. Not happening anymore, Helena."

Helena? Who the hell is that?

"They see you Saturday's. I don't want to start fucking with their schedules. Its hard enough they have to go there once a week to see you like that..."

You jump when you hear him curse loudly.

"You don't get to dictate anything. You are not in charge of them any more. You lost that privilege when you chose drugs over your children"

He's talking with their mom.. he must be.

You quirk a confused brow.

At two in the morning?

"You should be fucking thankful I let you see them at all after all the shit you've pulled in the past... A judge wouldn't disagree with me in keeping them from you"

Wow, he really sounds angry.

"No, I run things. Not you. Not anymore"

Its not until you hear the sound of something hitting the wall, and Jeremiah's footsteps that you twist on your heels and start making your way back towards the stairs.

Shit, shit shit!

You're horrified that he will see you.

Oh god, he's gonna know that I was eavesdropping.

Just as you skirt around the corner to the staircase and believe you'll be out of his view, you hear his voice.

"Gianna..."

Damnit!

You halt, hand frozen on the railing as you hear his steps getting closer.

I could pretend to be lost.. or sleep walking?