The Babysitter

17

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I was feeling exhausted. The nightmares are back, and I don't want them to be back. Luckily, Royce stayed with me until I slept.

He was my comfort, and I found myself safe every time I was with him or around him. Even though he scared me, at the same time, he was my security, my place of comfort.

I started to catch feelings for him, and I didn't like this fact. My intentions when I came here weren't like that at all, plus he has a girlfriend, Melissa. Though, it's been a while since I've seen her.

The door opened, and Melissa walked in wearing a tall black dress that hugged her body perfectly. She was tall, and she had a perfect body, matched with her perfect face.

I wasn't insecure about my body, but when Melissa came into view right now, I suddenly felt insecure. Marie used to tell me I've got a perfect body, and she was right. I've got an ass, a slim waist, no belly, and normal boobs. Ugh.

Why am I even talking about this?

"Huh, the maid is here," Melissa shrugged her head towards me.

"She's not a fucking maid, Melissa," a rough voice merged in.

"Whatever," Melissa rolled her eyes. "I miss you, baby. How have you been?" She walked up to Royce.

She was about to kiss his mouth, but before she could do that, Royce turned his face, and her lips landed on his cheek. I let out a little giggle at the scene on how Royce turned her kiss down.

She shot me a glare that burned into my skin, as if she could kill me if she had the chance.

"Let's go to my office, Melissa," Royce commanded, his voice so authoritative it sent tingles down my spine.

She nodded like a puppy and went along with him.

I stayed with Angela in the salon, playing with her legos. "He doesn't love her," Angela whispered out of nowhere. "He's only with her because dad wants to. And as I listen to what mom says, he's forced into marrying her. But it's okay, Tate. I also hate her. She's so mean. But don't listen to her." She placed her small hand on my face, giving me a small smile.

Oh god. She's such an adorable little girl. She's even mature. Oh, not to forget, she turns seven tomorrow. Even though! She's still young. How can someone be this mature at her age?! Or maybe her parents taught her all this. I don't know.

"Angela?" a feminine voice yelled.

It was her mother.

Angela left my hands and ran to her mother, hugging her. She picked Angela up and started planting kisses on her face and everywhere.

"Hi, Tate,"

"Hi," I said, politely giving her a small smile. It's been a while since I saw them.

"Tate, we're going out. You'll be staying home with Royce. We're taking Angela with us, and we'll be back at night. You're free to do whatever you want." I nodded at her. She took Angela and walked away with her.

I want to do something fun. Let's see if Marie will go out.

𝗠𝗲: 𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗴𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝘁?

𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲: 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲. 𝗠𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗳𝗲́.

Wow. She directly replied. I reacted to her message, turned my phone off, and made my way to my room.

Two hours is really good because that means I have time to get ready and shave.