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?"

moment then rephrased her words, "Mama, tell her that I can

I can, right?"

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

to spend most of the time

you, I would like to

have to catch

the sofa and I

before she asked, "So are you going to ask for someone

"No.

already shown that she likes you and if you give me your

bright

good care of

Anna fell asleep beside me, I got a text on

at it, I knew who

part of me wanted to ignore it but after the day I'd had I wanted to talk to him too, also I

and it

I opened the messenger and

"How is Mrs Huxley?"

typed back, not thinking much about

"Better.

observation for the night

"I know."

Then another text came.

you to be ready early in the morning and come to

"How much early?"

"Seven."

even wake

able to come

will wake

"Kristian… Please."

from him for

three words that I was hoping

am sorry

I was unreasonably rude."

No reply came.

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

can make it up to me in the

"I can't."

I quickly typed, "I really had a

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