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After laying out Lu and Mays afternoon outfits, I head back downstairs. I find Winwin sitting at the kitchen table invested in his laptop. He looks so good while doing it too. I need seriously need to control myself when it comes to Winwin. Like for example, this morning's incident.
I kissed Winwin without even taking a second thought.
I really thought about what he proposed and I realized I can't be doing this kind of thing with the son of the parents I work for. It's so disrespectful on so many levels. I need to put an end to my "relationship" with Winwin once and for all.
Including memories from the past.
I walk to the fridge and grab a water bottle. "What are you doing?" I question after gulping down the whole bottle.
I feel so nervous just being in the same room as him.
Winwin looks up at me and motions for me to come closer. "See for yourself," he said.
I groan before dragging my feet to him. I look over his shoulder but all I saw were his notes.
"What's all this?" I ask.
Winwin glances up at me. "How does that sound?" he asked.
I look at him. "What does it say? I don't have my contacts in."
"It basically says what I'll be paying you for and how much," he said, scrolling down a bit. "Like say you want to give me a back massage or I ask you for one then it'll be a hundred dollars. If you do anything on my list then I'll pay you for you doing it," Winwin explained.
What? He... changed it?
"You're gonna give me a hundred dollars to give you a back massage?" I ask, not believing it. "Winwin don't you think that's a bit much? My dad used to give us a dollar for massaging his back and we did that shit for hours..."
"Well, you need the money for your daughter, right?" Winwin asks and I nod. "Then there you go. This is all for your daughter at the end of the day."
I scratch my forehead then placed my hands on my hips. "I don't know if we should be doing this Winwin..." I said, truthfully.
This is just so much to take in. It's kind of overwhelming.
Winwin threw his head back. "Why? It's the perfect way for you to earn that money," he said.
"Your parents hired me as their baby sister, not a whore."
"Whore?" Winwin repeated, narrowing his brows at me. "You're not a fucking whore."
