Living With The Slavatores

Chapter 6 - Babysitter

Madison's POV:

I've decided I was definitely dreaming when Damian kissed me you know because why would he do that?

Why would I dream about that?

Why am I asking myself so many questions?

This needs to stop... I should just ask him.

But I'm not going to...

Anyway so the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it!!!" I shout.

"Umm hello?" I say to the dark haired guy at the door he's hot it that kind of hot older guy kinda way.

"Hello!" He replies and holy cow his voice is beautiful.

"Who are you?" I say as politely as I can.

"I'm Elijah." He says he sounds English and like proper posh in a good way.

"Is someone expecting you...?" I say awkwardly.

"Damian..." He says.

"Oh he's-"

"Elijah!!" Damian says coming up behind me.

"Right there!" I say backing away up the stairs because I feel like Damian's watching me.

A few minutes later I hear someone coming up the stairs.

Damian pops his head into the room and begins talking.

"So I'm going out tonight that guy Elijah is babysitting you."

"Babysitting!!! How old am I four I don't need a babysitter!" I protest.

"Yes you do!"

"No I don't"

"Yes you do!"

"I really don't!" I snap.

He sighs annoyed... "Well I have to go so just have fun with Elijah!" Then he dashes out of the room before I can stop him. Mug.

"My deepest apologies about Damian he can't help who he is." Elijah says standing at the door.

Well that's true...

"So what do you have planned?" I ask him.

"We can do whatever you want!" He replies.

Well in that case...