Three Weeks Of Naughty Baby-sitting

CHAPTER 2

The light brown eyes glared at me as I gulped the saliva that had grown in my throat. His eyelashes cast a shadow in his eyes. His lips were small and still glowed pink, his hair was curled neatly. The smirk on his face made me really tense. What if he was a kidnapper, wait, a serial killer? “My mom never told me a youngster was coming to babysit me but an old lady,” I muttered, rubbing my hands to soothe them from his hard grip a while ago.

“How was it possible for my grandma to be asked to babysit you? What are you, a two-year-old,” he let out, his words felt discomfiting, but that wasn't his business. “I think you should leave, you got the wrong house,I don't care why you're here but if you don't leave, I'm calling the police.” I said but he stared at me before bringing out his phone.

He dialed a number, after multiple rings, The old and croaking voice of an old lady came over the other line. “Did you make it to the house, Drake? I know it might be hard for you to babysit a grown-ass teenager but I can't actually make it because of how bad my fever is,” she let out, a frown instantly lit my face. She also felt I was a spoiled brat who she was asked to watch over.

He stared at me one last time before replying to the old lady on the phone. “I just want to be sure that I’m in the right house, grandma. I hope you take your drugs, no skipping any of them if you want to get well,” he said. “Sure, I would do that,” she said before a kiss was sent to him through the phone.

“You heard yourself, she couldn't make it because she is down with a fever, let’s say I'm filling in for her,” he said, and I instantly felt bad for wishing her ill this morning. I internally felt frustrated and irritated.I can't stay in a house together with a dude who looks eighteen. This wasn't something that was ending today or tomorrow. It was going to take f*****g three weeks.

“Your name is Drake, right?” I asked as he nodded. “We are both mature. I mean. I will be eighteen very soon. We can be quite understanding. I know you have a lot you would prefer doing than babysitting a teenager like me, I seriously don't want to be taken care of, but my parents seemed fearful of what might happen to their only child, but I promise you that I would be fine.” I muttered, but he said nothing but gape at me and that made me uncomfortable.

“No thanks, I would rather forfeit all the parties and hang out with my pals to be here,” he let out and that made me more furious, he was making everything hard. “What about calling my parents and telling them your grandma left me with a grown guy who I might end up having all night,” I said with an evil smirk. “Go ahead and tell them,” he muttered like he didn't give a s**t about what I had said.

He began to move towards me as I staggered back. My heart began to skip at three- sixty degrees, “I wouldn't mind having to taste you every night either, you would be eighteen soon and legal,” he muttered as I bumped into the open fridge that I had left open a while ago. The thought of this hot and naughty baby sitter having my ass f****d hard instantly clicked my head and I hated myself for having that thought.

His hands landed at the side of the fridge before his face began to inch close to mine. I had just met this guy a few minutes ago but my hormones were playing dirty cards with me. I wanted him to kiss me. I closed my eyes and waited for those soft-looking lips to touch mine.

“Egg,” he said. I opened my eyes to notice an evil chuckle spread across his lips. “I haven't had anything to eat, I'm hungry,” he said, making me cough hard from embarrassment. “Do you have noodles?” he asked as I walked past him with my heart still thumping very fast. I opened the storeroom where mom kept the noodles to get him Ramen, the moment I handed it to him.

I ran upstairs to my room to catch my breath.

I laid down on my bed before yelling at my pillow. It was going to be hard to see Drake around the house for three weeks and I couldn't go downstairs dressed in my big trousers and oversized clothes like I do. His grandmother just made things a little more complicated than they were.

“Can you show me my room, I need to change,” I heard Drake's voice echo loudly. I bit my bottom lip before sighing. The scent of fried egg filled the whole house as I moved to notice him slicing the onions like a pro chef, “I need to freshen up before I eat,” he muttered before clicking the hot plate off.

He fastened his steps as he followed me behind to locate his room. I showed him one of the guest rooms that mom had cleaned up for Mrs. Hong yesterday. “The room was meant for your grandma but it can still be cozy for you,” I muttered as he walked past me to check the room out.

“Of course, I like the room,” he said before dropping his bag on the floor. He said nothing else as I noticed him pull off his button one after the other. “What are you doing?” I asked, using my hand to cover my eyes.

“What? You said it's my room, can't I go naked in my room?” he asked with a small but yet sexy smile playing across his lips. My eyes became bulgy, they were almost coming out of their sockets. “Don't spoil or break anything,” I let out hurriedly, before leaving the room.