Blackmailed For Love

"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?"

thought for a moment then rephrased her words, "Mama, tell her

I can, right?"

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

to spend most

with you, I would like

to

the sofa

you going to ask for

"No.

give me your phone number I'll let you know when

a bright

will take good care of

night when Anna fell asleep beside me, I got a text

looking at it, I knew who it would

to ignore it but after the day I'd had I wanted to talk to him too, also I guessed I should apologise to him for my

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

the messenger

"How is Mrs Huxley?"

not thinking much about how mundane his text

"Better.

under observation for the night

"I know."

Then another text came.

ready early in the morning and come

"How much early?"

"Seven."

don't even wake

wake up at seven but also Bianca would be able to come

will wake

"Kristian… Please."

reply from him for five

deep breath and typed the three words that I was hoping would

am sorry for

I was unreasonably rude."

No reply came.

my phone back thinking he

up

"I can't."

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