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Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Moaning Mess
GRACE“Good morning, Miss Sands.”I jumped, and more than half of the content in the glass cup I was holding fell onto the tile.“Sir...”Why on earth would he decide to sneak behind me and whisper a greeting into my ear?My eyes followed the man as he walked past the couch and to my side.“Why are you up so early?” he asked.“I couldn’t sleep.” I eyed him. His interest in me was a little suspicious. “Why are you up so early?”“Same.”As I gave slow nods, I looked at the orangery mess I made on the floor.I am glad to say that drinking orange juice at two in the morning is something I enjoy. Another thing I enjoy at this peaceful hour is the silence, the darkness, and the view of the beautifully lighted city before me.My prolonged stare at the spilled mess was enough to strip the ground. So, I got to my feet and announced my intention to get a mop.Without a word, the man shifted his stance and gave me a chance to pass without having to crash into him.Soon, I was back in the dimly l
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Moaning Mess (2)
GRACE “Ruby, have you seen your father today?” The girl shook her head and delved more into the book in front of her. With a slight frown on my face, I glanced at the staircase. After our little music-making session the other night, his face became quite scarce for almost two weeks. He either left early before anyone woke up or he came home very late. I understood his sudden change in schedule since I equated it to his job as a businessman. But he hasn’t stepped into the house after leaving almost two days ago. When I asked Ruby if there was anything to worry about, she replied with, “He probably has a big project to handle. He always disappears during times like that.” Even though I took Ruby’s word as fact, a part of me was still concerned. If I had his phone number, I would have called him, that’s how worried I am. And speaking of numbers, I really need to get my boss’s phone number. It’s just insane how I forgot to ask Fiona for that simple detail during the orientation.
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Let's make more
GRACEI have always loved the concept of dreams. It is one of the two reasons I love sleeping so much. Dreams are like movies with unrealistic and realistic fused together. In dreams you get to be anything, anyone.So, as my familiar yet annoying urge to drink water or any sweet liquid dragged me out of the lovely movie playing in my sleep, I hugged the pillow to my chest to try to ignore it. I did not want the dream to end.But as expected, I gave in to my extreme thirst which has been the reason I always get up very early in the morning.I reluctantly opened my eyes and hugged the pillow tighter while I attempted persuading my legs to get off the bed.When I finally managed to sit up, I looked to my right where a bottle of water I had taken with me to bed lay.The emptiness of the object made me question my immense need for water and it also caused me to get up, one of my legs kicking the bottle in the process.Once I stepped out, Mr. Powers’s strong scent hit my nose and I felt my
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Let's make more (2)
GRACE“Mr. Powers...” That skin contact made me feel hotter. The closeness of his chest made me want to lean into him. As I debated giving in to my desires, I noticed his sight falling on my lips. My body became excited with just that.But that excitement quickly died when the images of him banging his ex rushed into my mind.That made me quickly unlace my fingers from his. I composed myself and after seconds passed, I asked, “How are you feeling now, sir?”Mr. Powers quietly removed his fingers and the fraction of his weight that was on my back disappeared.I listened as he moved until he was sitting beside me.To avoid his arm brushing mine, I shifted a bit and as I did that, I saw from the corner of my eyes, how he glanced at me.But he didn’t make a comment. Instead, he looked forward and asked, “What do you mean by your question?”“Well,” I moistened my lower lip, “you caught your girlfriend in bed with another man. And you looked very tired when you came in earlier.”“We weren’t
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Playing Games
DOMINIC The quietness coupled with the dim lights in the room caused a little frown to form on my forehead. As I closed the front door and scanned the room ahead, I ended the phone conversation I was having with my secretary. “Ruby.” I took slow strides into the living room, and as I moved, the illumination in the room increased. “Anyone around?” I unbuttoned my suit and took it off. “Gr... Miss Sands!” Before I knew what was going on, a smile was on my lips and my mind conjured an image of Miss Sands’ pretty face. But then, I can’t deny the fact that I am more than attracted to that woman. I am a good-looking man, no doubt. I cannot help my irresistibility either. I have had women swoon over me over the years and I learnt to live with the attention that comes with being attractive. But even with the number of women that badly wished for my attention, I found that I was hardly interested. Every woman I met or encountered was almost the same to me. Even if the women were the pre
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Playing Games (2)
DOMINIC My phone’s ringtone triggered me out of my shallow sleep. As my eyes furiously blinked until they were open, I failed to reason why I was sprawled on the couch until I sat up. Grace was yet to back from wherever she headed after walking out with a soul draped in sorrow. I was about to drown in my worries when the device in my hand cried persistently and begged to be attended to. With haste, I adjusted my phone and hoped that she was the one calling. A look at the screen and it turned out that it wasn’t her. But I picked up the call anyway. “Hello?” ‘Mr. Powers?’ “Yes?” I could hear loud music in the background. ‘This is the clubhouse in Hotel Pierre. There is a lady here who is claiming that she knows you.’ Hoping that it wasn’t Regina, I asked, “Who is this lady?” ‘She calls herself Grace. And Rose. Your name has been on her lips for a while, sir. Right now, she is super drunk.’ Relieved that Miss Sands was not in any deep, unwanted trouble, I thanked the guy tha
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Until I make you mine
GRACE ‘Until I make you mine.’ Those words crept into my semi-conscious mind and succeeded in stirring me out of my deep sleep which got me nestled into my bedsheets in the strangest position. I sat up and wondered what the deal was with the words that filled my mind. But I was unable to find an explanation. I was also unable to recollect the things that happened after I got my sad self intoxicated last night. After a quick dart of my eyes across the room, I suddenly remembered that I was not in my house anymore. Once that thought settled, my eyes widened at the idea that it was very likely that my drunk self did something foolish around Mr. Powers. ’Until I make you mine.′ That sentence crept into my mind again. And it seemed that’s the only thing I could remember from the previous night. And the way the masculine whisper filled my head made me question the possibility that something happened between my boss and me. Sharply, I looked down at my body. I was relieved to see tha
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Building Pleasure
GRACE After I ensured that Mr. Powers' gift was in my hands, I took another second to adjust the strap of my dress. I didn't know I would have to elaborately dress up for Mr. Powers' birthday until he breezily mentioned it. Apparently, the man was going all out with his celebration. And the venue was one of the party halls in the hotel and according to Ruby who called me to pay attention to an article about her father's birthday, it was going to be a huge party. Dignitaries will be gracing the event, thus, I can't afford to dress shabbily. Once I breathed and dragged myself out of my thoughts, I reached for the ends of my hair. They were made into nice curls and they sat well on my shoulders. I liked the way my hair felt as I adjusted its ends so I rushed to the bathroom and admired myself in the full mirror. As I smiled at my image and tilted and twirled, my attention fell on my gown. The blueish material had a silky feel to it and it was handpicked by Sam when we went on an i
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