My Babysitter

Chapter 7: Joyce Gave In

JOYCE’S POV

It's been a week since Sir Hugo did that to me. Since then, I’ve been avoiding him whenever they visit his mansion. I don’t go out anymore and just lock myself in his children’s room. I also keep the key inside and only open the door when someone knocks.

I can’t sleep, even though it’s almost midnight. There’s something troubling my mind that I can’t understand. I quickly called my sister to make sure she was okay.

“Sis, it’s midnight, I’m already asleep. I have work early tomorrow,” she said, clearly woken up by my call.

“Sorry Ces, go back to sleep. I love you,” I said, and after she said I love you back, I turned off my phone. I went downstairs to get a drink because my throat felt dry.

I heard loud shouting and people rushing out of the mansion, so I ran to the door and was shocked to see Sir Marcus carrying Sir Hugo over his shoulder, and he was bleeding. I felt faint as I watched the unconscious, bleeding man. My heart was beating so fast I couldn’t understand it.

“W-what happened to him?” I asked one of their staff as they brought Sir Hugo into a room on the first floor. The doctor who had just arrived quickly entered the room where they took Sir Hugo.

“He was hit during a fight,” he replied, and they positioned themselves outside to stand guard. I looked at the closed room. I really wanted to go inside, but I knew they wouldn’t allow me. I was gripped by intense fear, not knowing what was happening inside. I was scared. I didn’t want to lose Sir Hugo.

They were inside for hours before the room door opened again. I quickly stood up and waited for the person who opened it to come out. Sir Marcus was the first to come out, followed by his friends and the doctor.

“You take care of things here, Hugo is safe now, the bullet has been removed, and no vital parts were hit. He should wake up tomorrow. We’ll be back here tomorrow with Calix,” Sir Marcus said, looking at where I was standing.

“Go to sleep and watch over Hugo’s children. He’s in good condition now, so there’s nothing to worry about,” he said to me, and I just nodded. I turned away and wiped the tears that had fallen on my face. When I turned back, I rushed up to the children’s room.

I was so scared earlier because I thought Sir Hugo was seriously hurt. I looked at the sleeping children. I approached them and gently caressed their handsome faces.

“Your dad is okay now. I was scared earlier. I thought we were going to lose him,” I whispered, and then lay down on the bed. I closed my eyes but couldn’t sleep. I kept tossing and turning, unable to shake off the events from earlier. Now I’m sure that my employers are not ordinary people. they might be part of a syndicate or on the wrong side of the law. I don’t know, but what I do know is that despite thinking Sir Hugo is not a good person, I still love him. A love that can’t happen because he made it clear that he doesn’t care for me, only my body. What happened earlier only proves that my feelings for him outweigh my anger.

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I woke up to someone knocking on the door of the children’s room. I jumped up, shocked to see it was almost eight in the morning. The children were still asleep, so I carefully got up, opened the door, and found two smiling nannies.

“Sorry if we woke you up, but the kids need to eat. Why are there so many guards downstairs? What’s going on?” asked one of the nannies who had become my friend here.

“I don’t know. I just woke up too,” I lied. I didn’t want to scare them away and make it harder for me to care for the three children.

“It’s because our employer is rich, so when they’re here, they need bodyguards. That’s how it is in movies when the employer is a billionaire,” said another, whom I just smiled at. They woke the three children, and we each took one to change their diapers. After dressing the children, we headed to the kitchen and were surprised to see Sir Marcus walk in with four handsome men.

“Your drool might drip on the floor and make a mess here. You’re embarrassing,” said Miss Esther, making us turn to her. Emma, one of the children’s nannies, quickly approached her.

“Miss Esther, who are they? Oh my gosh, they’re so handsome. It’s like they fell from the sky and stood in front of me,” Emma said, giggling. We just laughed at her. Emma has one child. She said her ex-boyfriend got her pregnant and then married someone else. Something I don’t want to happen to me.

“Emma, haven’t you learned from your past? Sew your panties so they don’t drop for just anyone,” said Miss Esther, making the three of us laugh.

One of Sir Hugo’s friends, Sir Josh, approached us, always smiling with his white teeth that complemented his very handsome face. He instructed Miss Esther to cook breakfast because four guests had arrived, and I also heard him tell Sir’s housekeeper that Sir Hugo was awake and looking for something to eat. I took a deep breath, relieved that he was indeed in good condition.

“Where did those guys come from to be that handsome?” Sonia, one of the triplets’ nannies, whispered to me. Sonia is married with two kids and is nice, but I get along better with Emma. We’re closer, like best friends.

“From their mother’s womb?” I jokingly replied, making her laugh and slap my arm. We giggled softly, which made Sir Josh look at us and smile. Oh my, he’s really handsome, but no one is more handsome than Sir Hugo.

“Joyce, Hugo is calling for you,” Sir Josh said, which surprised me, and we all exchanged glances in the kitchen. A housemaid took the child I was holding and said she would feed him.

“Me? Why? Uhm, I haven’t done anything wrong,” I said nervously. Emma teased me, saying I might get fired for waking up late today. I felt anxious. could Sir Hugo really be letting me go?

“Miss Esther, I need this job for my sibling,” I said tearfully. Sir Josh laughed, saying I was just being asked to do something, so I sighed in relief as they all laughed at me.

When I entered the guest room where Sir Hugo was, I was surprised because the room was full of handsome guys. Sir Marcus and the handsome men suddenly left, leaving me alone with Sir Hugo. They closed the door, so I looked at it. Sir Hugo tapped the side of the bed and invited me to sit, but I didn’t move. He supported himself to lean against the headboard, and I still didn’t move or help him.

“Come here,” he said, making my heart beat faster. I felt intense fear even though I didn’t know why. I couldn’t do anything but approach, fearing I might get fired if I resisted. I was just standing by the bed, but he took my hand and suddenly pulled me, almost causing me to fall against his chest.

“S-Sorry,” I said, shocked by what he did. He suddenly kissed me on the lips, which surprised me, and one of his free hands suddenly caressed my chest as he slipped his hand inside my loose t-shirt. I was about to stand, but the hand caressing my chest wrapped around my waist.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about your body,” he whispered, shocking me. Is he blaming me for his lust? He’s really going crazy!

“Indulge me, I’m always in danger, so before I finally pass away from fighting, let me taste you,” he whispered again, and in my shock, I pushed him, seeing him wince and clutch his side.

“S-s-s-sorry,” I stammered to him.

He took my hand, and I just stared, but he suddenly placed my hand between his thighs, and that’s when I realized he was only wearing boxers, just like the night he almost assaulted me. Those snug boxers that showed off his irresistible figure. I tried to pull my hand back, but he was strong and placed it inside his boxers, where I felt its hardness.

“Just hold it, I just want to feel your touch,” he whispered to me. My heart felt like it was going to burst from pounding so hard. I didn’t know what to do, whether to forcefully remove my hand or actually hold it. He suddenly kissed me on my lips down to my neck, and I admit I was slowly being carried away. He stroked my chest, and the hand that was holding mine started to wander over my body. The unusual sensation my boss was giving me made me close my eyes, and I gripped his hardness, which made him moan while he lifted my t-shirt on his own and exposed my left breast from my bra and sucked on my n****e. My other hand instinctively moved to hold onto his head while I tilted my head back and closed my eyes because of the pleasure he was giving my body.

He suddenly stopped what he was doing, which brought me back to my senses, and I quickly withdrew my hand from his boxer shorts.

He gave me a smirk and held my chin. I quickly fixed my t-shirt and bra and could hardly look at him.

“These are just flesh wounds and they heal quickly. I’ll wait for you to come to my room once my wound is fully healed. I can’t wait to see you moving on top of me while my hands play with your breasts,” he said to me, causing my face to flush. With his simple words, I admit he was heating up my imagination.

The thought of sitting on top of him and taking control was incredibly enticing. I suddenly closed my eyes and shook my head slightly. Why was I thinking of such things? I looked at Sir Hugo, and he was just grinning at me while licking his lower lip.

He pulled me closer again and lifted my t-shirt and bra. I let him continue as he sucked on my breast and teased my n****e. A soft moan escaped my lips, and that was the signal that my boss knew I was agreeing to what he wanted to happen.

“Very good, I’ll expect you in my room a few weeks from now,” he whispered, and he sucked on my n****e again. It was so pleasurable, an experience only he could give me, and I admit I’ve been longing for it for a week since we almost had an encounter in his room.