My Babysitter

Chapter 6: Joyce's Tears

HUGO'S POV

The bathroom door was slightly ajar. Given its size, she wouldn't be able to see me, and she had no reason to be in my bathroom, so I was confident she wouldn't dare enter. I heard the click of the lock on my room's door, which made my smile widen, and I even heard her humming softly without any lyrics, which made my smile widen even more. I heard the slide of the large mirror door of my walk-in closet, so I waited for a few minutes. I slowly came out of the bathroom and locked my room's door. I opened the door to my walk-in closet, and Joyce, who was holding some of my folded clothes, faced me in shock.

"Sir, what are you doing here?!" she asked, and I could see the fear in her eyes.

"Why not? This is my room, isn't it?" I replied with a smirk. I could see the anxiety in her eyes, but I knew she was just pretending. That's what they're good at, at pretending.

In front of her, I took off my top, threw the t-shirt I had removed on the floor, and unbuckled my belt. I undid the button of my pants and slowly lowered the zipper while staring intently at her. I noticed her shiver and retreat a step.

"S-sir, I-I'll leave now," she whispered as she let go of my clothes and started to walk to the side. I took off my pants, leaving only my boxer briefs, which were tight against my manhood, so she could clearly see the large bulge in front of me.

She quickly ran to leave, so I immediately blocked her with one of my arms, causing her to cling to it when she suddenly bumped into it. I immediately pulled her close, lifted her, and tossed her onto my wide bed. She quickly got up and almost jumped off my bed, but I moved swiftly. I just wanted to scare her so she'd know I really had a bad attitude.

I grabbed her arm and hugged her tightly as we both fell onto my bed, causing her to scream.

"Let me go! Sir, let me go!" she said, and I saw tears welling up at the corners of her eyes.

"I want to be close to you, just allow me," I said to her. I only intended to frighten her, but she punched me squarely in the face.

I held my cheek and stared at her face. I was inexplicably drawn to kiss her, and to my surprise, she didn't resist. My hand moved to her chest while she just stared at me with tears. While I was on top of her, I slowly lifted her top. Her body was revealed to me, and her chest was covered by her bra.

"Joyce," I whispered as an unexplainable rush of emotion surged through my heart.

"Fuuuck, why do I feel this way about you?" I whispered to her as I bit her bra, with one hand on her back. I quickly unhooked her bra and tossed it aside.

"What's happening to me? Why am I feeling this way about you, Joyce?" I whispered to her, my hand trembling. This is the first time I've felt this, and I don't know why. It's the first time my body has trembled with the desire to possess someone. I've never felt this way, not even with Maria before.

I feel an overwhelming urge to claim her completely, but there's a fear I can't understand. There's an anticipation I feel that I really can't explain.

"Fuuuck! Why is my body so eager for you?" I whispered to her, and she still didn't move and just cried. I paused, buried my face in her chest, and took a deep breath.

"I desperately want to claim you now, but something inexplicable is holding me back. I don't understand myself. I'm confused," I said to her, and I didn't know if she was listening to me or if she already despised me. I felt a fear that I didn't want her to feel any anger towards me.

"I'm sorry, Joyce. Please forgive me," I whispered, something I had never done before with a woman, but now I was doing it.

I kissed her from her chest to her neck, finally reaching her lips. I kissed her gently, with care and appreciation. I didn't know, but that's what I felt.

“Get dressed now. If you want this to continue next time, come into my room and lie on this bed. I won’t force you if you don’t want to,” I whispered to her and slowly stood up. I was such an i***t. I shouldn’t have done this. I shouldn’t have scared her. As I stood up, I looked at her body with her top raised, which she didn’t cover. She was still lying down, looking at me with tears, and I felt guilt.

“Not all poor people seek money from the rich. I have no grievance with you, and I’ve never looked beyond what you pay me,” she said while crying.

“You want to claim my body? Go ahead, do it if it makes you happy! I bear no fault towards you. My only crime is dreaming of a better life for my sibling, but I won’t achieve it in the way you think because every cent I spend on my sibling will be earned through hard work,” she said, and I couldn’t speak. I took the blanket, covered her body, and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m sorry Joyce, go ahead and get dressed. I know you like me, I know you have feelings for me, but I can’t reciprocate those feelings. It’s just your body that I want, and if you’re willing to give it to me, then come to this room,” I told her. I caressed her cheek, kissed it, then moved to her lips for a deep kiss.

“Joyce, your body drives me wild. I hope you think about what I said to you. I know you love me, I can see it in your eyes. I’ll give you the chance to offer yourself to me willingly. I want to hear your moans, not your sobs.” I said, and I finally stood up and went into my walk-in closet. I sat on the sofa, bent over with my elbows on the coffee table, and held my face in my hands.

I looked at my folded clothes, took them, and put them in my suitcase myself. I also got dressed, and afterward, I lay down on the sofa. I closed my eyes, draped an arm over my face, and just listened. I heard footsteps approaching, but I didn’t look at her. I heard the rustling of the hangers in my closet and the closing of my suitcase.

“I’ll think about what you said,” she said, which surprised me, and I looked at her standing there, already dressed.

“I’m not denying that I like you, there’s nothing wrong with that. Let me think over the foolishness of what you said, and if you matter more to my heart, I’ll give myself to you without expecting anything in return, and after that, you won’t see me again,” she said and walked out.

I couldn’t believe what I heard. one word stuck in my mind. What did she mean by saying I won’t see her again? Is she going to leave and never show herself to me again? Why did I feel sad about what she said?

“Fuuuck! Don’t be stupid, Hugo! You don’t like her, so get it together!” I shouted to myself. I collapsed onto my sofa, unable to shake off the thought of her leaving. Why do her words bother me so much? Why am I feeling like this?