"I want to be completely yours." I whispered and his lips parted slightly.
"You sure-" he cleared his throat. " I mean, are you aware that I'm-"
"Would you forgive me then?" I asked and a few seconds later, his gaze met mine which was softened than...
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"Alright! I have some questions for you. Shall I ask?" he tilted his head slightly and a strand of his brown hair fell on his face which was kinda.. hot.
"Miss White?" he snapped his fingers at me and I nodded, coming back to reality.
"Yes sir?"
"Don't let your mind wander around." he stated amused and I nodded again, smiling coyly.
"Okay, so you've grown up from a wealthy family in Bradford and yet you chose this job. May I know why?" he questioned, placing his entwined hands on the table.
"Actually, 'Do what you like. Don't give a crap about what others say.' said by my dad and he has faced many problems to get his dream job and now he's a wild life photographer and achieved many international awards." I told somehow proudly and as the billionaire listened to me tapping his fingers on the table, I continued.
"So I too became as a babysitter which is my favourite job since I was like.. a teenager? Well, I don't know but now I'm running a daycare in my city with my cousin." I informed and looked at him, waiting for his reply.
"Sounds wonderful! How long have you been running that daycare?" he questioned leaning closer.
"The daycare building was presented to me on my 25th birthday by my dad so almost.. I've been running the daycare for three years." I answered and he nodded slowly.
"Right. But why do you like babysitting?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.
"I love kids and I always have. Because in my opinion, no one can make me happy as much as they do." I replied cheerfully and he chuckled lightly.
"Well, I agree. Though if you love kids, you could wish to be a preschool teacher or there are so many jobs like that but why did you choose to be a babysitter specifically?" he questioned which made me roll my eyes mentally.
Did he read any books and memorise these types of questions to make it harder than it already is?
"True! but we are the only ones who take care of them like a mom and love them like a mom when they couldn't be able to get the love from by their real parents." I stated and I could see his stern face replaced into an unreadable expression. "Uh, I'm sorry if I offend you."
"No! No, you're right." he said, clearing his throat.
"Actually what I meant was, the kids who didn't get much love deserve the best love." I clarified and he nodded before speaking.
"So.. you have come here without anyone's persuasion and you are doing this because you love your job. Am I right?" he questioned and I nodded.
"Yes sir."
"Great miss White! My daughter name is Chloe Roberts who's only five. As I'm a busy man there's no one to take care of her, that's why I'm hiring a babysitter." he started to explain and I listened to him carefully.
