The Billionaire’s Babysitter by Essie

Chapter 4

“Wakey, wakey!”, someone –Lizzie– screamed.

I picked up my phone and saw that it was just 6.30 AM. I felt like strangling Lizzie.

“Lizzie, it’s freaking 6.30 AM and the interview is at 9.30, why did you come this early”, I asked, getting up tiredly from my small bed.

“Um, Gisele, we have roughly two hours, which is not even enough for all this. I wanted you to get enough beauty sleep, but for now, shower”, she said authoritatively, dropping a bag that looked sus***iously like it was from Princesse (fake mark, deal with it)

“What’s that”, I asked curiously, going towards her.

“It’s your surprise. Go shower then I’ll show you”, she said, pushing it so I couldn’t reach it.

“Fine”, I said, taking my towel and toiletries and walking to the shared bathroom.

Soon enough, I had finished showering. I rushed back to my room, pretending I didn’t hear my landlord catcalling me.

By the time I reached my apartment, or rather room, Lizzie had laid an outfit out on the bed. I turned and looked at her.

“Lizzie, I know you got this from Princesse and I also know how freaking expensive their clothes are”, I said, reproachfully and stopped when Lizzie glared at me.

“Can’t you accept a gift from me for once, Gisele? Swallow your pride”, she said. I started to speak but she cut me off, “No, Gisele, you know I’m telling the truth. I asked you to be my roommate, you refused. My parents proposed to help you finish college but you refused. Any f***ing thing I offer to you, you reject it. I’m not taking no for an answer this time around”, she said stubbornly, silently daring me to protest.

I hung my head. I knew what she said was true. I didn’t like taking help from people. As an Aries and as a person, I knew pride was my weak point, so I did something unexpected, I apologised.

“Lizzie, bestie”, I said, to b***er her up a little, “I’m sorry, okay? I really am. I didn’t know I had been hurting your feelings and I didn’t mean to hurt them just now. I just… I just really don’t want to be indebted to people”, I said apologetically.

“But I’m not people Gigi, I’m your best friend. I always want to be there for you. And you’re not going to be indebted to me because I’m not doing it with a hidden agenda. I’m just doing it because I love you, okay. Never forget that, mon bébé. Okay?”, she said hugging me.

I smiled and wiped the tears that had managed to escape, then said excitedly, “So what’s on the menu?”

I stared at the house in shock. It was really big but had a homely feel to it. I had arrived at Mr. Hendrick’s house and was really nervous; my palms were already sweating.

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I looked professional, or at least I hoped so. I was wearing a white cotton shirt paired with a knee length teal skirt and black three inch high heels. Lizzie had gone natural on the makeup, with just foundation, a n*** eyeshadow, a thin line of eyeliner and a peach mouth.

I took in a deep breath and waited calmly for the housekeeper to show me to my, hopefully, future boss’s office. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

As if my thoughts had summoned her, she came to me, smiling. She was a buxom woman and she looked so nice and motherly. I knew that if I got the job, I was going to get along well with her.

She asked me to follow her and she left in front of the boss’s office. I took in a deep breath and put my hand up, ready to knock. I hesitated, then just did it, trying to swallow my fear.

A deep and masculine voice said come in and taking my courage with both hands, I opened the door and went in…