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?"

then rephrased her words, "Mama,

I can, right?"

shouldn't then yes, Bianca is allowed to

was going to spend most of

I

have to

the sofa and I did

you going to ask

"No.

you and if you give me your phone number I'll let

a bright smile and

will take good

Anna fell asleep beside me, I

without looking at it, I

wanted 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 rude behaviour in

would soften him a little and it would be better for when

I opened the messenger and read his

"How is Mrs Huxley?"

thinking much about how mundane

"Better.

observation for the night in

"I know."

Then another text came.

want you to be ready early in the morning and

"How much early?"

"Seven."

wake

also Bianca would be able to come only at eight as she lived on the

wake up for

"Kristian… Please."

was no reply from him

and typed the three words that I was

sorry for this

I was unreasonably rude."

No reply came.

thinking he wasn't going to reply, his

can make it up to me in

"I can't."

he could ask why or get angry, I quickly typed, "I really had a tiring day,

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