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.”

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

him for dear life. He tried to shake me off but I wouldn’t budge. Then he picked me up and said–“.

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 i-i-t”. Her voice broke on

say a word. She cried and cried for

the only way to do that”, Gisele said shakily but, in a determined voice. Slate

stuck here with you when I have better opportunities out there’. I was crying and tried to hug him but

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 she had married my Dad without their consent or acceptance. She died when I was nineteen and I was on my own till met Lizzie. She took me in, along with her parents. And I’ve been happy ever since, not