You Again?! ( My firecracker babysitter)

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e chilly weather outside. After a boring day at Teddy's apartment, the enticing aroma of panca

our kitchen. My mom wasn't exactly the culinary type, so I hauled myself up, leaning my head against the bed

from my eyes. My gaze drifted to the side mirror, a relic of Olivia's handiwork f

ction - the redness of my eyes made me look lik

ht. I had barely slept, my mind racing with thoughts of the babysitter that

overhead. My stomach growled, reminding me that I had skipped dinner the

took in the scene before me. "What the...?" I started to say, my voice rising in disbelief. "Y

eyes remained fixed on me, her hands still clutched around the stove's control knob, as if ready to defend h

he doing in my kitchen? And, most importantly, what did she want?

able, glaring at me, the whole scenario got my legs begging for movement, I quickly walked

t her hair up into a ponytail, her movements swift and graceful. I was taken aback by her confidenc

artment without knowing your bearings. I'll pardon you for that. But get your slender legs out

, but I held my ground. I wasn't abo

ith a confused expression. She let out a deep, exasperated sigh, her hot breath washing over me

mper flare up. "You better watch your questions, stripper?"

ng a woman to her profession, right? You disgust me." Her finger jabbed into my forehead, the force of it pushing my he

de and stormed out of the kitchen, lea

g me aside? That woman is not working in my house! As I reached the top step, my gaze scanned th

ing over. I grabbed Isla's arm, pulled her grip out of Ally's wrist, and dragged her towards

, "Xander, wait. Let's talk about this." But I was beyond reason. I shoved Isla out the door, slammi