The Billionaire’s Babysitter by Essie

Chapter 12

We are each of us angels with only one wing. And we can only fly while embracing each other. – Lucian De Croszonza

Previously…

Then they heard a throat clearing and they turned and saw…

… Mrs. Hale, looking down at them fondly and smiling. Gisele’s cheeks heated up in embarra**ment when she realized the old woman had heard everything they had said.

Mrs. Hale laughed heartily and said, “Honey, don’t be embarra**ed, I was young once too you know? Anyway, I heard laughter and decided to come see what was happening here? *looks in Callie’s direction, sees she is engrossed in her TV show, whispers*, You’ve changed this home, Gisele. That man should definitely keep you”, then she went out.

Gisele cursed her quick to blush skin and knew that she probably looked like a tomato right now.

Callie looked at her with wide curious eyes and said, “Gigi, you rwed. Sick?”

Gisele laughed then patted Callie’s back and said, “No, bébé, I’m perfectly fine”

Gisele continued watching the shows and laughing until Callie exclaimed,

“Daddy, come join us. It’s fenny(funny)!”

Gisele turned towards Slate and felt her cheeks heat up as she remembered their kiss.

Slate was hesitating and Callie pouted then pulled the puppy dog face on him, “Please, Daddy. Please?” Slate couldn’t resist so he sat down on the couch and pulled Callie into his arms.

Soon enough, Callie was asleep and Slate took it upon himself to put her in bed.

Gisele smiled at the sight and as she wanted to enter her own room, she felt a strong hand on her arm. “Did you think you could run away from me again?”, Slate asked in his deep and husky voice.

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said, “I’m not trying to run away from you, I just

amus****t coating his voice. Then he pushed her gently into the room and entered too, then bolted the

smiled a devilish smile in her direction and said, “That way you won’t be running away anymore”. She tried to put a bit of space between them but he didn’t want to have any

us t-to b-be in the s-same room”,

that, Gisele?”, Slate asked,

said, “Because of

he asked’ perplexed, “My fiancée… what

own turn to be

Hepburn? The model with blonde hair

look disappeared to be replaced with an amused one and

not laughing at you but to think of Ella and I

I’m a respectable height for a woman,

To his six foot three inch

asked while raising one

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I a**ure you”, she said primly, like a proper little

* * *

“It’s already late, I need sleep, Slate and I guess you do too, so kindly open my door,

“No goodnight kiss?”

“Nope”, Gisele said.

have

one condition, you stop

“Yeah, I promise”.

then stood on tiptoe and pecked his lips. “Done,

kiss, Gisele”, Slate complained. “This is a kiss”,

by surprise and parted her lips in a gasp. Slate took

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