Rich Boy's Babysitter

Rich Boy's Babysitter

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I was just a regular girl. A regular 15 year old teenage girl working hard for their school tuition. Well at least I was before I was given a job that I would never had asked for in first place. The only reason I took it was because I was getting 120 bucks a day. For a whole summer term. What job was this you ask? Baby-sitting the CEO's (of my dad's company) son Lucas. I thought it was going to be easy. Like baby-sitting and tutoring a smart, proper, 17 year old boy deemed to get a scholarship to Harvard University? What did I have to do? I could relax, sleep in the luxurious guest room, read a book or two or watch a movie! Simple as that! Boy was I wrong. ....
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TAKEN ✔

The huge man carried me down to the ground floor, since apparently I still wasn't trusted to have the ankle chains taken off. We arrived in a big room with polished floorboards, leather seats, small coffee tables and black duck tape forming a line in the centre of the room. At the line where girls, some a bit older than me and some way older than me. The youngest one I could pick out was a blonde haired girl around 18, and the eldest in her early 30's. I was kicking against the huge man as much as the chains would let me, but he just dropped me to the ground in the line. I quickly got up, and looked at the occupants in the leather chairs. They were all men in business suites with glasses of beer. "Alright, first one up is this girl," the big man pointed at me, and my stomach twisted with disgust. "£150,000" I heard someone yell. "250,000" Another one said. "£300,000!" "Come on guys, the boss wants more than that!" The big man said with a smile. "I'll give you £600,000," said a cold voice from the back of the room. Everyone looked up in surprise at a man in his mid 20's who walked down the room to me. "3...2...1... sold!" ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ Completed ✔

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