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.”

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 an argument. Every. Single. Day. School was like a safe haven for me. It went on for two years. The day I turned ten was the day my father left. He packed a bag when my mother was out, and sneaked out like a thief in his own

he ignored me. But then I became persistent. I clasped his pant leg and clung onto him for dear life. He tried to shake me off but I wouldn’t budge. Then he picked me up and said–“. Gisele stopped

s-so s-so h-h-hard

word. She cried and cried for a long time. Her sobs

and the past and this is the only way to do that”, Gisele said shakily but, in a determined voice. Slate hid

this baggage. But now that the cash is finished,I refuse to be stuck here

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 nothing helped. Her family didn’t want anything to do with her because she had married my Dad without their consent or acceptance. She died when I was nineteen and I was on my own till