Be Mine

4

Kendell Marano Parker.

I swear, by bouncy unicorns, that I'm trying to turn my gaze away from the hot chef in front of me, but it's impossible, and better, the little chef there is also eating me with his eyes, and he sees me as if he's seeing me n***d now, which is not facilitating the little things here, for my crazy

God help me, I know I have a gift of crazyness, but don't make me do crazy now, please.

- Hum hum. - I hear a fake and fun cough from Mrs. Otília. - Well, children, this is Kendell, your babysitter and your new employee Mr. Liam. - she introduces me.

- Hello chef! - I greet him, trying to break the climon here, and the children laugh.

- Hello! - he greets back. What the f**k? What's that voice?

My hairs are all shivering, and my spine is crying out for help.

- Little chef... - the children murmur by laughing, finding it funny.

- Hello, children! - greeting.

- Hello! - they say.

- You're the new babysitter, right? - Kelly asks me. The girls told me about her too.

- Yes, it's really me, Kelly! - I answer and she smiles.

- Do you know my name? - she questions happily.

- Of course, I was told that in this monster here who calls the mansion, there's a girl who could help me do some basic crazy things, so I had to know her name right away. - I replied and she smiled excited.

- And then you're going to play just with me, right? - she says putting her hand on her waist and faces the convinced brothers and then when she turns to me, she puts on a cute smile.

I'm sure I don't laugh. I've already fallen in love with this little eyelash.

- None of that, she'll play with us too! - Hugo says.

Then let me explain this scene of the twins. The girls there in the kitchen told me that to distinguish them is very easy, Hugo has green eyes, certainly from his mother, and the equal blue Heitor from his father.

- None of this, because when I'm going to play with you, you say I'm a girl, so Kendell is also a girl and then you can't play with her, just me! - she says and I laughed, I liked it, defends your girl rights.

- But you're a child and Kendell is already big! - Hector says.

- You are also children. - she says challenging you, facing him with her hand at the waist.

- Okay, I'm going to play with everyone. - I say - but what about what do you think boys teach me later to play like you on PS? I heard that you were very good at this geringonça. - I say and they smile convinced.

I fell on all fours, these beautiful children from here, huh. I fell in love with horrors now.

- We are, and we can teach you yes. - they say with all that riddle that we only see in adult people. I've flowed with these children now.

- Okay, children. Go up, bathe, go down for a snack, do the lessons, then rest, and pee bed. - Mrs. Otília says.

- Oh, but Mrs. Otília, I want to play with Kendell. - Kelly complains.

- So do we! - the boys say. Wow... it's strange to see two equal beings saying the same thing at the same time.

- Respect Mrs. Otília, come on! Kendell jokes with you later. - the hot chef says there, and my legs are bambas just by listening to his seductive and monstrous voice, pronouncing my name.

What the f**k is happening to you, Kendell?

- But Dad... - Kelly was already going to complain when the chef interferes.

- Not even but Kelly, and you haven't told me the subject of high school yet. - the chef says.

Holy s**t, the bro here is hot to give and sell and give again and then eat.

- Oh, Dad, that's over, that's another episode. - she says it and it's impossible not to fall in love with the little pen. The father throws her a severe look, but I notice that he wants to laugh as much as I do. - I love you, Papy! - she says and I see the chef's heart soften at the same moment.

I've seen you're a babysitter dad.

- Bye! - he says goodbye and they go up and Mrs. Otília accompanies them.

I look at the big and tasty chef in front of me.

What are you supposed to do now?

- Hey, boy! - I say it and he drops a smile, that's it, I died totally.

- So, Kendell. - he says walking his eyes in an extreme way we deep in me. - I hope he takes good care of my children in my absence. - he says.

And I can only swear that I thought he was an old, frowning and arrogant boss, but uff... Oh, my God.

- Of course, I take care of a little chef, don't worry. - I say and he releases a laugh as if I had said something bad. Those from the city are strange, huh.

But cute, tasty and elegant, they look like those actors in the 21st soap opera.

- I see that you've already got along well with them. I have no doubt that you'll be right with them. - ui, thank you there. But stop looking at me like this, I'm doing as much as possible, to behave like someone who's in the city.

- You can rest easy there, boss. - I warn you - But where's their mother? - I ask, since I arrived and wasn't and on top of that her hot husband is eating me here and she hasn't arrived yet.

- At her house, and I hope preferably far from my children. - he says and I understand soon.

I got it soon.

- Eita, you gave her a*s a foot, right? - I say and laughed not holding me back, I swear I'm trying to stop, but the image of a beautiful girl being kicked by her a*s by the boss here, is making me laugh horrors and the worst thing is that he himself starts laughing.

- It's a very complex story, everything is better like that. - he says.

- Humn understand, but what's up, do they like her or what? - I ask.

Don't find me curious, it happens that my mouth has brain and speaks for itself.

However, this time he takes a look at me from those who don't want my questions.

Neither is Kendell, a creature, he's your city chef and not your friend, pay attention there... I understood the little chef's message.

- It's okay. - I say stretching my hands in the air in the form of surrender.

- I'm sure Otília has already given you all the necessary information. Well, no? - he kind of says it.

- Yes, I did. - I answer.

- Great, I'll be in my office now, I need to finish some jobs before my trip. - he says.

- It's okay, little chef, good job! - I say, but not before looking good at this TV artist template, he settles and passes by me.

Holy s**t, little chef's crap smells. Oh, my God!

I lost my conscience, my senses, I've already said that it won't pay, right?