Chapter 3- Baby Sitting

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1 week later

JULIANA'S POV

About a week had passed since that man dropped by at the café I worked at and he had continued coming in ever day since.

However, a couple days ago, I was locking up when I saw my father approach the café, probably trying to make me come back home, afraid that I would go to the police about the endless abuse he inflicted on me and Estella.

I ran before he had the chance to talk to me and handed in my letter of resignation the next day, so my father would stop trying to contact me.

However, I was now jobless and had resulted to babysitting. A man had emailed me via the website I had set up, asking me to babysit his nephew for him. He had offered me a shït load of money so I obviously agreed.

I got out of the taxi with Estella in my arms. A couple hours ago, a man contacted me on my website asking me to babysit his nephew. He offered me the amount that I would normally make in a month so of course, I agreed.

'Holy shit' I thought as I laid my eyes on house. This guy was rich. I never knew these types of houses actually existed in real life. It was huge and it even had a pool at the front.

"Swimming" I heard Estella mumble as she reached out to the pool

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"Swimming" I heard Estella mumble as she reached out to the pool. I smiled
"Not today, baby" I said, watching her pout in return

I reached the front door and rang the doorbell, excited to see what the inside of the house looked like.

The door was angrily whipped open to reveal the last person I had expected.
"You're 15 minutes la-" the man began, only for his eyes to soften and jaw to unclench as he made eye contact with me.

"It's you again" I said shocked

"What are you doing here?" He frowned as he saw me.

"I- you asked me to babysit."

"You're not Julie." He said, confused.

"My full name is Juliana, some people like to call me Julie." I shrugged.

"I prefer Juliana" he said, his eyes never leaving mine.

"How did you know my name wasn't Julie, anyways?"

"Uh.. you just don't look like a Julie." He said. I didn't miss the light blush that was forming in his cheeks and I nodded.

"I went to the café and you weren't there so I asked and they said you stopped working there" he continued.

"You asked for me?" I blushed and he cleared his throat.

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