The Billionaire’s Babysitter by Essie

Gisele looked at Slate in alarm after he uttered that sentence. That was a part of her life that only one person knew about, apart from her father, Lizzie.

“I ca- I mean- u-uh S-slate. I-I…”, Gisele stuttered. Then, she took a deep breath and tried to steer the topic away from her past.

“S-slate, y-you want m-me to trust y-you b-but i-it g-goes both ways. I-I can’t t-t-trust y-you if you d-don’t t-trust me”, she managed.

Slate looked at her in the eye and said, “I do trust you, Gisele. I do. I trust you like I trust no one” and I’m falling in love with you, he added silently.

Gisele closed her eyes in an effort to compose herself. She took in a big breath and started, “My family was a very happy one. My mother, my father and I. We were very happy. My parents were even planning on having another kid.”

breath and continued, “When I was eight years, the problems and the arguments started. I was very young but also very smart, I used to overhear all their arguments. If it wasn’t about money, it was about my father seeing another woman. It was like they were endless. Everyday, they had

him. Crying and begging. At first, he ignored me. But then I became persistent. I clasped his pant leg and clung onto him for dear life.

can’t Slate, I just can’t!”, she cried urgently. “Those memories, I-I’ve t-t-tried s-so s-so h-h-hard to forget them. P-p-please d-don’t make me say

She cried and cried

this, I need to! I need to let go of the past and the past and this is the only way to do that”, Gisele said shakily but, in a determined voice. Slate hid a smile. That’s my

wanted you, girl. I never wanted any of you. I just wanted your mom’s money. Not any of this baggage. But now that the cash is finished,I refuse to be stuck here with you when I have better opportunities out there’. I was crying and tried to hug him but he pushed me away and said, ‘See? You’re clingy, just like your mother. A bunch of stupid clingy b****es.’ then

mother and I. When my mother came back, she threw a fit. She broke plates, furniture and anything else she could lay her hand on. When she was tired, she went into her room and lay there, not doing anything just lay there. She may have fought with my father, but I knew she loved him. She sunk into a depression and