Brahms X female reader

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You are a recently graduated psychiatrist who didn't have any money or a job. You couldn't find a job for some reason no one was hiring. You couldn't find a job at all...

That was until you came across a add for a babysitting job that paid extremely well... almost...to well...

Now sitting in a black taxi driving out to a remote mansion that had no house's or convenience stores for mile's. You took a slight nap though you felt uncomfortable, like someone was looking at you. Opening your eyes you see the old taxi driver had angled his rearview mirror to look directly at your chest, were your cleavage was slightly poking out from your button up blouse. You  quickly and subtly as possible moved your shirt to cover your chest.

You decided that you wouldn't go back to sleep as you felt uncomfortable knowing your taxi driver was a old pervert. It was a good thing to as you soon came up to a huge luxurious fence and gate. The driver soon got out and opened the gate by hand, this mansion must be old for the gate to not open by itself. The taxi driver soon got back in a drove in.

Soon a silhouette of the mansion came through the trees in increments. As the taxi parked up you got out holding your handbag on your shoulder. "Wow, it's incredible, it looks like a castle" you spoke in amazement.
You saw the driver caring your bags and suitcases up and into the mansion hallway. After he came back to the taxi he told you, that the heelshire's weren't in right now but to wait in the parlor. As you went to pay him for the taxi fare, though he explained how the heelshire's had already paid it. That was kind of them.

Looking around you saw all of the expensive furniture and art. Walking through the huge layout of the mansion. Though you wondered slightly why the owners weren't in at the moment, 'i certainly wouldn't allow a total stranger to go around my house without meeting them first, especially if I'm looking after there child' you thought.

Thinking about were the taxi driver told you to wait made you confused, 'a parlor...I don't know wear that is, what even is a parlor?'. So you to just decided to wait were you are currently. Though you thought you heard footsteps above you on the second floor, 'i should go check...no,no that would be extremely rude. I should just wait for the heelshire's' you thought.

After a while a elderly lady came walking up to you. As she walked up to you she stopped and looked you up and down, then she had a closed lip smile. Her hair was dark grey with almost frosted white tips that was styled into a curled pixie haircut, she had a lovely dark red-ish pink cardigan on, pearl beaded necklaces adorned her neck, as well as a brown and dark blue plaid pencil skirt and matching grey flats.

"Mrs Heelshire, it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm y/n the babysitter you hired" you say putting your hand out for a handshake. Mrs Heelshire looked at you hand a dismissed it, you placed your hand back at your side slightly awkwardly. "Well miss y/n, your not fully hired not until Brahms has met you and likes you to look after him" she spoke calmly.
"Well I hope he likes me" you say with a smile. "Well yes, I hope he does to but only time will tell" Mrs Heelshire say turning around and walking down the hall, "Brahms is very excited to meet you and it's nice to know you are as well" she continued.

You followed her to were ever she was taking you, probably to Brahms or her husband... possibly both?.

Walking into a room you saw a elderly man kneeling Infront of a chair and whispering, after Mrs Heelshire spoke he got up. As he turned you saw he was wearing a black suit, 'he has to be Mr Heelshire, well if not it's rather strange for Mrs Heelshire to call him 'daddy' ' you thought.

"Miss y/n allow me to introduce you to Mr Heelshire" Mrs Heelshire spoke as she placed a hand out gesturing to him. "Miss y/n" he spoke In a deep tone. "And this is our son Brahms" Mrs Heelshire say as Mr Heelshire moves out of the way of the chair he was whispering to moments before.

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