My Naughty Babysitter

Chapter 7

A/N: Pic of Steve (Ian Somerhalder) on side >>>>>>>> 

Tony POV 

I opened my eyes to the blinding brightness of the sun shining through my window. I got up and stretched before closing the blinds. I walked into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then I opened the cupboard above the sink to look for my vitamins. Instead, I saw my medication that I was supposed to be taking every day. I glared at it. Useless antipsychotic medication. I didn't need it. I was just fine. My doctor was crazy. I grabbed the container of medication and flushed the pills down the toilet. Fuck them, fuck him, and fuck everyone. 

I stomped out of the bathroom and back into my room. When I saw Azula sleeping so peacefully, my whole demeanor changed. I instantly relaxed and went over to my bed. Waking up next to her made me feel like she was my wife. I leaned over her and kissed her beautiful face. First on her head, then on both cheeks, then her nose, and finally her lips. I smiled. She was mine and she always would be, whether she knew it or not, whether she liked it or not. But she would like it. She would like it a lot. She'd better. I traced my hand down to her neck and wrapped my fingers around it. She would if she knew what was good for her. 

Then again... only I knew what was good for her. I knew that I was good for her and not that Ashton kid. She needed a man, not a boy. She needed me. I was perfect for her. I loved her and she loved me. We would be the perfect couple. I smiled, content again.

 I just needed to get her to break up with Ashton and make sure he never came near her ever again or else I would have to... I took a deep breath, realizing that I was actually choking Azula without noticing. Sometimes I did things without noticing. It's like someone else was controlling what I did. I hated when other people's thoughts got in my head. I hated it. 

I got up and went downstairs to make my love some breakfast. I knew she loved my cooking and would do anything for it when she was hungry. Maybe I could use it to bribe her. I had asked her maid what her favorite breakfast was and she told me it was Eggs Benedict with hollandaise sauce, go figure. Rich people. 

I shook my head and got started on breakfast. Good thing I used to work as a chef at a five star hotel until my 'problems' started getting in the way of my job. My boss didn't even know what he was talking about. He was crazy. They were all crazy. I took another deep breath, realizing I had bent the spatula. I got out a new one. 

 I turned on the stove and cooked breakfast for Azula and me. Then set the table for two and put roses in the middle to make it more romantic. I got out some croissants and put the food on the table before hearing footsteps. 

I turned and saw Azula at the entrance to the dining room. She had changed out of her clothes and was now in a short, loose night gown. I could tell by the look on her face that she had momentarily forgotten I was here. 

I smiled deviously, already feeling turned on. I saw her back away a little, even though she meant to have a tough poker face. I decided to play it cool. 

"Azula, good morning. Why don't you come join me for breakfast." 

She shrugged, trying to seem like she didn't care that she was about to eat breakfast with me. She was probably hiding her excitement. She saw that I had set up the table to look like a date. If it made her uneasy, she didn't show it. "Sure. Did my mom and dad already leave?" 

"Yeah." 

She just nodded, brushing it off. I knew that I had convinced her that her parents didn't love her. They really didn't and she didn't care anymore. She didn't need to. She had me.