Andrea Victoria
No more question asked, he practically kicked me out of the building before handing me a stack of papers which have the rules and regulations, do's and dont's and his calling card.
1. DO WHAT YOU MUST.
2. YOU'RE A BABYSITTER NOT A MAID.
3. YOU DON'T HAVE TO LOOK GOOD EVERY TIME.
4. BEHAVE.
5. YOU WILL ATTEND EVERY PARTY. INVITED OR NOT (I'll take care of it)
6. FEEL AT HOME.
7. KNOW HOW TO DISCIPLINE.
8. KNOW HOW TO TAME. One way or the other.
9. LOVE YOUR JOB.
10. TAKE CARE.
If you break anything of these rules I've given, you will be punished. And I suggest don't try to find out what your punishment may be. You also cannot back out, this contract will last for 3 months.
HAVE A GOOD DAY
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This is nonsense! Who does this?! Who am I going to take care of? I haven't even met the kid yet... worst, I can't back out!! He's filthy rich so I can just imagine what he can do to a girl like me. I'm sure they will make me pay, will they take away everything I have -it's not like I have much- or maybe ship me to another country with an ongoing war? or ship me off to a desert? or they will put me into a cage, then they will let my cage sink in the middle of the pacific ocean... or he will hire a hit man to kill me and then rip me to shreds by shooting me a million times...
I didn't even realise I stopped walking, and guess where I stopped.
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FREAKIN' ROAD, but thank whoever created me, I'm on the pedestrian lane.
I sped walk on the pedestrian and to the sidewalk and began my trek to my favorite bakeshop 'Comet's'. It wasn't that far from the agency I came from and it's not like I have a choice, my money here in my pocket is just enough for my food. So I walked the streets of New City, the weather here is nothing compared to a girl going through her period, very moody. Some days it's raging heat then the next day will be raining and that is the weather yesterday so the roads are still wet.
I crossed another road and rounded another alley, I can practically see the worn out sign of the bakeshop. Just as I was about to take another step, a new silver Aston Martin skidded into a halt in front of me which causes the water to splash in me, 'which' left me soaking. my maroon tee fitted me like a second skin, my converse is also wet and don't get me started with my jeans. UGH!
I did the very rational thing to do.
I fist bumped the window, more like, I slammed my phone into the window forcefully which caused a crack and my hands to sting because of the impact. The driver's side opened and out came an EHMAGERDLY beautiful specie, so handsome that I'm almost speechless, almost.
"Why the fuck did you do that?" Boomed a loud yet husky voice. He now stood five feet away from me, wearing black jeans, white V-neck tee, white Converse and a black RayBan which prevents me from seeing his eyes. He's lean and well built, brown hair, pale skin and 'un' fair height, because while I barely reach 5" he's probably 5'8 or taller. And did I mention he's seething with anger, the way he clench and unclenches his prominent jaw -that I so badly wanna ran my finger to- proves my point.
"I should be the one asking you that," I said with equal venom in my tone, I cleared my throat, squared my shoulders and held my chin up before adding, "and now, we're fair, so goodbye." I was about to turn and leave when:
"Fair?! Do you know how much this car is?!" He yelled at me.
"Do you know how much my clothes are?!" I mimicked him.
"I bet they're as cheap as you." He did not just call me 'cheap'.😡
"Yeah right! your car is probably as empty as you, I mean after all, you're the owner." I answered casually, crossing my arms across my chest.
