The babysitter

Part 1

Hi, so just wanted to make sure the terms are clear with everyone

y/n- Your name

h/n- His name

t/l/n- Their last name

f/n- Father's name

m/n- Mother's name

___________________________________________

Y/n POV-

I got hired as a babysitter for  a powerful family. Are they in the maffia? No, but they are the richest, most successful of almost everyone in the entire world. I had to babysit the 9 year old named Leyla, and the 7 year old named Miles. Much more information wasn't given to me, only about the couples needs, and the fact that they have a teenage son, h/n or something. But he didn't need a babysitter of course, I mean he was already 17.

It was a Saturday night, so I drove  to the huge mansion with excitement and nervousness. I walked to the door, and being greeted by a lovely woman. "Hello I'm Y/N, so nice to meet you.", I say happily. She introduced herself as the secretary of the family, leading me to them as she goes out through the door.

"Hi Ms and Mr T/l/n, I'm Y/n, it's a pleasure to meet you both.", I say to the couple as they introduced themselves to me too. They walked me over to the couch and we went over the details. Like allergies, Bed-times, friends and more of those things. And after maybe fifteen minutes the kids came downstairs and we introduced ourselves to each other.

They were quite shy at the beginning, but in only 10 minutes they loosened up pretty much. The mother, m/n, asked me to help with her dress as the father stayed downstairs. They were going to dinner, then a few drinks and stay the night at a hotel. And after 10 more minutes the couple was ready to go.

"Okay kids, remember, you call her y/n, not any other names if she doesn't like it. You listen to her when we're not here okay?", f/n said to them as both parties smiled. In the meantime I ordered some take-out, and then lead the couple to the door.

They wanted to walk out, but stopped to say something. "Oh h/n, come downstairs!", f/n yelled, and then a hot, a really hot guy came downstairs. "What dad!", He said coldy. "This is your little brother and sister's new babysitter. Her name's y/n.", he said before h/n spoke up. "I don't car-", But he stopped when our eyes met. Looking me up and down, a smirk forming on his face as he started walking uncomfortably. And something clearly growing in his grey sweatpants.

"Fuck."