Blackmailed For Love

Chapter 37: Babysitter

"How old are you?"

Anna asked.

"I am sixteen, but I'm going to be seventeen too."

Bianca answered in the same manner Anna had used and she grinned at the girl in response, not missing it.

2 "Do you live here?"

Anna questioned and I shook my head as I shifted back against the sofa and let her continue her line of questions.

I had already decided that Bianca would be good.

She was soft spoken, didn't seem to be taking this babysitting job just as a necessity for extra income by the way she talked and paid attention to Anna, she seemed to be good at this and enjoyed interacting with kids.

"No."

Bianca laughed.

"This place is too expensive."I Anna tilted her chin up and said, "Mama works very much and she got us this place.

Isn't it nice?"

I felt shame coursing through my veins at the prideful remark of my daughter.

I heard Bianca say something but all I heard was Anna's words and thought how I didn't deserve my daughter's praise.

It wasn't because of me that we lived in this nice apartment, it was her father who made it happen and Anna didn't even know it.

"Will you take me downstairs to the park?"

Anna's question pulled me out of my miserable thoughts and I focused back on their conversation.

"If your mother allows it, then yes."

Bianca replied to her with calmness.

"She will."

Anna announced and then turned to me and demanded, "Tell her, Mama."

I arched a brow at her and said, "Is that how you ask for permission?"

pursed her lips and thought for a moment then rephrased her words, "Mama, tell her that I

I can, right?"

do anything that you shouldn't then yes, Bianca is allowed to take you

to spend most of the

okay with you, I would

have to

stood up getting off the

before she asked, "So are you going to ask

"No.

you and if you give me your phone number I'll let you know when you have to

a bright smile and

take good care of

asleep beside me, I got a

without looking at it, I knew who it would

I wanted to talk to him

a little and it would be better for when I tell him

the messenger and read his

"How is Mrs Huxley?"

typed back, not thinking much about how mundane his text

"Better.

under observation for the night

"I know."

Then another text came.

you to be ready early in the morning and come to my apartment before we head to the

"How much early?"

"Seven."

even wake up

be able to come only at eight as she lived on the other side of the

wake

"Kristian… Please."

reply from him for five

I took a deep breath and typed the three words that

sorry

I was unreasonably rude."

No reply came.

phone back thinking he wasn't going to reply, his text popped

can make it up

"I can't."

get angry, I quickly typed, "I really had a tiring

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