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?"

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

I can, right?"

do anything that you shouldn't then yes,

to spend most of the time downstairs

okay with you, I would like to leave

have to catch a

up getting off the sofa and I did

you going to ask

"No.

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

a bright smile and said,

will take good care

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

I knew who

I wanted to talk to him

soften him a little and it would be

I opened the messenger and read his

"How is Mrs Huxley?"

typed back, not thinking much about

"Better.

the night in

"I know."

Then another text came.

want you to be ready early in the morning and

"How much early?"

"Seven."

even wake up

able to come only at eight as she

wake up for

"Kristian… Please."

no reply from him for

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

am sorry for this

I was unreasonably rude."

No reply came.

just putting my phone back thinking he

up to me in the

"I can't."

get angry, I quickly typed, "I

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