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.”

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

tried to stop 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. He tried to shake me off but I wouldn’t budge. Then he picked me up and said–“. Gisele stopped

“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

his arms and didn’t say a word. She cried and cried for a long time. Her sobs became scarce and she

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 girl, he

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

I was big enough to understand that he didn’t want my 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 nothing helped. Her family didn’t want anything to do with her because