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Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Moaning Mess
GRACE“Good morning, Miss Sands.”I jumped, and more than half of the content in the glass cup I was holding fell onto the tile.“Sir...”Why on earth would he decide to sneak behind me and whisper a greeting into my ear?My eyes followed the man as he walked past the couch and to my side.“Why are you up so early?” he asked.“I couldn’t sleep.” I eyed him. His interest in me was a little suspicious. “Why are you up so early?”“Same.”As I gave slow nods, I looked at the orangery mess I made on the floor.I am glad to say that drinking orange juice at two in the morning is something I enjoy. Another thing I enjoy at this peaceful hour is the silence, the darkness, and the view of the beautifully lighted city before me.My prolonged stare at the spilled mess was enough to strip the ground. So, I got to my feet and announced my intention to get a mop.Without a word, the man shifted his stance and gave me a chance to pass without having to crash into him.Soon, I was back in the dimly l
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Moaning Mess (2)
GRACE “Ruby, have you seen your father today?” The girl shook her head and delved more into the book in front of her. With a slight frown on my face, I glanced at the staircase. After our little music-making session the other night, his face became quite scarce for almost two weeks. He either left early before anyone woke up or he came home very late. I understood his sudden change in schedule since I equated it to his job as a businessman. But he hasn’t stepped into the house after leaving almost two days ago. When I asked Ruby if there was anything to worry about, she replied with, “He probably has a big project to handle. He always disappears during times like that.” Even though I took Ruby’s word as fact, a part of me was still concerned. If I had his phone number, I would have called him, that’s how worried I am. And speaking of numbers, I really need to get my boss’s phone number. It’s just insane how I forgot to ask Fiona for that simple detail during the orientation.
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Let's make more
GRACEI have always loved the concept of dreams. It is one of the two reasons I love sleeping so much. Dreams are like movies with unrealistic and realistic fused together. In dreams you get to be anything, anyone.So, as my familiar yet annoying urge to drink water or any sweet liquid dragged me out of the lovely movie playing in my sleep, I hugged the pillow to my chest to try to ignore it. I did not want the dream to end.But as expected, I gave in to my extreme thirst which has been the reason I always get up very early in the morning.I reluctantly opened my eyes and hugged the pillow tighter while I attempted persuading my legs to get off the bed.When I finally managed to sit up, I looked to my right where a bottle of water I had taken with me to bed lay.The emptiness of the object made me question my immense need for water and it also caused me to get up, one of my legs kicking the bottle in the process.Once I stepped out, Mr. Powers’s strong scent hit my nose and I felt my
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Let's make more (2)
GRACE“Mr. Powers...” That skin contact made me feel hotter. The closeness of his chest made me want to lean into him. As I debated giving in to my desires, I noticed his sight falling on my lips. My body became excited with just that.But that excitement quickly died when the images of him banging his ex rushed into my mind.That made me quickly unlace my fingers from his. I composed myself and after seconds passed, I asked, “How are you feeling now, sir?”Mr. Powers quietly removed his fingers and the fraction of his weight that was on my back disappeared.I listened as he moved until he was sitting beside me.To avoid his arm brushing mine, I shifted a bit and as I did that, I saw from the corner of my eyes, how he glanced at me.But he didn’t make a comment. Instead, he looked forward and asked, “What do you mean by your question?”“Well,” I moistened my lower lip, “you caught your girlfriend in bed with another man. And you looked very tired when you came in earlier.”“We weren’t
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Playing Games
DOMINIC The quietness coupled with the dim lights in the room caused a little frown to form on my forehead. As I closed the front door and scanned the room ahead, I ended the phone conversation I was having with my secretary. “Ruby.” I took slow strides into the living room, and as I moved, the illumination in the room increased. “Anyone around?” I unbuttoned my suit and took it off. “Gr... Miss Sands!” Before I knew what was going on, a smile was on my lips and my mind conjured an image of Miss Sands’ pretty face. But then, I can’t deny the fact that I am more than attracted to that woman. I am a good-looking man, no doubt. I cannot help my irresistibility either. I have had women swoon over me over the years and I learnt to live with the attention that comes with being attractive. But even with the number of women that badly wished for my attention, I found that I was hardly interested. Every woman I met or encountered was almost the same to me. Even if the women were the pre
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Playing Games (2)
DOMINIC My phone’s ringtone triggered me out of my shallow sleep. As my eyes furiously blinked until they were open, I failed to reason why I was sprawled on the couch until I sat up. Grace was yet to back from wherever she headed after walking out with a soul draped in sorrow. I was about to drown in my worries when the device in my hand cried persistently and begged to be attended to. With haste, I adjusted my phone and hoped that she was the one calling. A look at the screen and it turned out that it wasn’t her. But I picked up the call anyway. “Hello?” ‘Mr. Powers?’ “Yes?” I could hear loud music in the background. ‘This is the clubhouse in Hotel Pierre. There is a lady here who is claiming that she knows you.’ Hoping that it wasn’t Regina, I asked, “Who is this lady?” ‘She calls herself Grace. And Rose. Your name has been on her lips for a while, sir. Right now, she is super drunk.’ Relieved that Miss Sands was not in any deep, unwanted trouble, I thanked the guy tha
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Until I make you mine
GRACE ‘Until I make you mine.’ Those words crept into my semi-conscious mind and succeeded in stirring me out of my deep sleep which got me nestled into my bedsheets in the strangest position. I sat up and wondered what the deal was with the words that filled my mind. But I was unable to find an explanation. I was also unable to recollect the things that happened after I got my sad self intoxicated last night. After a quick dart of my eyes across the room, I suddenly remembered that I was not in my house anymore. Once that thought settled, my eyes widened at the idea that it was very likely that my drunk self did something foolish around Mr. Powers. ’Until I make you mine.′ That sentence crept into my mind again. And it seemed that’s the only thing I could remember from the previous night. And the way the masculine whisper filled my head made me question the possibility that something happened between my boss and me. Sharply, I looked down at my body. I was relieved to see tha
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Building Pleasure
GRACE After I ensured that Mr. Powers' gift was in my hands, I took another second to adjust the strap of my dress. I didn't know I would have to elaborately dress up for Mr. Powers' birthday until he breezily mentioned it. Apparently, the man was going all out with his celebration. And the venue was one of the party halls in the hotel and according to Ruby who called me to pay attention to an article about her father's birthday, it was going to be a huge party. Dignitaries will be gracing the event, thus, I can't afford to dress shabbily. Once I breathed and dragged myself out of my thoughts, I reached for the ends of my hair. They were made into nice curls and they sat well on my shoulders. I liked the way my hair felt as I adjusted its ends so I rushed to the bathroom and admired myself in the full mirror. As I smiled at my image and tilted and twirled, my attention fell on my gown. The blueish material had a silky feel to it and it was handpicked by Sam when we went on an i
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Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. In Love Forever
GRACEWe were all in front of Mr. Powers’ ward and swimming in silence after the doctor informed us that the older man was lucky to have survived the cardiac arrest he suffered.After hearing that, I can only imagine how strong the love he had for her was.But I just hope he is okay at the end of the day. He doesn’t deserve to suffer because a particular person could not make a decision that is befitting a person with sense.A sigh left me and I grabbed Dominic’s hand to continue encouraging him to remain strong."What will happen to the wedding?" Quintin asked.Janet, who already joined us, looked at the clock above us. "It is almost midnight," she stated."We can always reschedule the wedding till Father gets better, " I said since that was the only reasonable thing."Maybe." Janet sighed.After a short silence, Dominic said, "We are getting married tomorrow.""How?"Even others found his statement a bit odd. They carried confusion on their faces."Pops won't be able to attend, Domi
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. That Woman
GRACEA lot of minutes filled with silence passed before I finally said something.While my mind failed to fully imagine the kind of chaos that could be going on in Janet’s mind, I asked, “Does Dominic know?”She shook her head and set the plate aside. "Neither does Pops. And we need to let him know before that woman does something rash. But I am a little scared.” Her breath shuddered, her jaws tightened. “I know this will be harder on Pops and Dominic.”I took steps forward and said, "I'm coming with you.""No.""Come on, Janet. Now is not the time to follow wedding norms. This is an emergency, Janet.”"I just"I cut in. "I can't sit back and talk about makeup and wedding gowns when something this huge is happening."Janet sighed and the next thing I knew, she was holding my hand. With that contact, she led me out of the room while others stared at our backs in slight confusion.As our feet rushed, Janet asked, "How do you think she found out about the wedding? We made sure to keep t
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Tears and Wedding Joy
GRACE“Did you guys plan this on purpose?”“What are you talking about?” I turned to face Tiffany who was heading for the huge closet that came with my suite.“Your wedding is a day before Valentine’s. Did the two of you decide to ditch the official lover’s day?”“I doubt we saw things that way. We just picked a date that seemed fine because we didn’t want to drag things out.”Tiffany smiled. “You two sure are lovebirds.” She dragged out the bag where my wedding gown was resting and I left the dresser and walked to the bed in the middle of the room. “Have you tried your gown since the last time?”"Why? Isn’t it foolish to keep wearing the gown when its moment of service is yet to come?" That question remained on my lips as I grabbed a plate of cake from the food tray that was just delivered to my room.But as I bit in to enjoy the bliss of the pastry, Tiffany gasped and rushed to my side. After snatching the plate to my surprise, she asked, “Why? What do you mean by why? What if you g
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Goodbyes and Night Music
GRACE“So…” It took some strength to stop my eyes from twitching with confusion and slight anger. “All that time, I was speaking with your sister? How did I not notice? How…?”Samantha got up. “How could you have noticed? Sandra always managed to fool our parents. Anyway, I need you to see something. It is the reason I asked us to meet here.”She motioned to a nearby guard and the man led the way until we reached the end of the corridor that branched to our left. My legs felt heavy as we moved, but I pushed myself because I still desired to know the full truth.I also need to find an answer to the part of me that keeps wondering if there’s a chance that the woman with me is Sandra and not Samantha. After all, from what I have heard, Sandra is good at impersonating her sister.At the end of that corridor was a heavily barred room. No doubt, it was a prison and while I tried to figure out who the occupant was, Samantha stepped aside and gave me a full view of the room beyond the bars.T
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Samantha? Or… not Samantha?
GRACEA few hours later, we arrived in Manhattan and I found my way to David’s place. And without wasting time, David drove me to a rarely used state prison yard where I was supposed to meet Samantha… or the person that’s Samantha’s sister.When we arrived at our destination, my eyes carried a certain weary and I became concerned about the next few minutes of that day.“Is she really in there?” I asked David."Yes. Samantha is waiting for you. She is going to explain everything in detail.”“Can’t you just tell me what you know?” My mind could experience a change. I was becoming hesitant and perhaps, I was not ready to face the crazy truth.It seems coming down to Manhattan might be a waste of time."Grace,” David must have sensed me holding back, “you can’t grow cold feet right now. You need to know the truth and you need to know it now.” I darted my sight to him and I was certain that my entire being was screaming silently that I was sacred. “Grace,” his tone softened, “you have come
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Our Little Family
GRACE"Okay, Dominic. I think it is your time to wear our traditional sweater," Janet announced as she whipped out the said sweater."Oh no, no." Dominic's voice boomed across the room and for some reason, he reached for my hand as though I was a very strong bodyguard that would ward off preying hands that would force him to wear the sweater. "I am not putting on that hideous thing.""But someone has to wear it every Christmas," Janet pouted and I wondered why anyone would want to wear something that looked and smelt like a disaster.Yes. It is that hideous.It possessed a terrible shade of red that failed to blend with the bright green that sprawled over the chest of the sweater in the form of a potato. Or… Santa Claus? The shape was hard to read.So, I squinted my eyes to attempt figuring out what the sweater was all about.Then, Janet asked, "Grace, do you want to put it on?"I didn’t think. I didn’t hesitate. My hands waved frantically and my lips rushed out a response. “No. No. N
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. That Heavenly Feeling
DOMINIC“What do you think Father wants to say?”Janet shrugged while her focus remained on the last bit of the cookie in her hand. After a deep swallow and some mouth-twitching noise I chose to ignore, she said, “He might just want to appreciate her. What?” One of her brows jerked with a touch of teasing. “Do you think he will try to convince her to leave you?”“Why would he do that?” My frown was very huge. “He wouldn’t dare.”“Relax. I am just joking. Pops would never do that to both of you. Or any of us.”“I know.” I scoffed. “I was joking as well.”Janet shook her head. “You still suck at making jokes. Some things never change.” I smiled at her words. “Hey, brother?” She looked up at me while noise from the living room hit our ears harder.“What is it?”“I shouldn’t have blabbed about the New York thing. I almost ruined things.” Janet was almost mumbling her words. She still doesn’t work well with portraying her feelings when she is in the wrong. “I am sorry.”“You almost ruined
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Family, Christmas, and David's Call
GRACEChristmas period came within a flash and I discovered that I was especially excited to be going to Dominic’s family house. Perhaps the memories I created in that home were dearer to me than I thought.I wonder if their field of flowers would have a lot of flowers in bloom. I know winter is not so friendly to certain plants. I should take a look anyway. It would be nice to feast my eyes on something beautiful and rare."This place looks peaceful," Ruby commented as she admired every part of the houses we drove past.“Right? Everything is beautiful as well.” Every house and street we drove past carried a touch of celebration decorations and that view made me certain that the whole town would be a great beauty by nighttime.As minutes passed, we became closer to Dominic’s family house and since the route we were taking was quieter, I decided to sit back and enjoy the amazing view.“Daddy, are we going to come here often?” Ruby asked, the joy and enthusiasm in her voice almost conta
Babysitting Mr. Powers' Daughter. Growth, Propositions, New life
GRACE“I can't believe this man,” I muttered under my breath. “Why did he leave these here?” With anger, I picked up the socks Dominic sprawled all over the floor while he was searching for his special socks.It has been many months since we moved and I still don't understand his infatuation with those socks. I won’t deny the beauty of the black and red material, but the fact he only wears them to huge business partnership meetings makes me dislike his love for the socks. If the socks were that special, he would wear them to our dates as well.But no. He would rather turn the house upside down because of those socks, leaving me to take care of his mess.With a gradually dissolving anger, I approached the drawer where Dominic just disarranged and dumped all the socks without care. He can sort out his mess when he gets back.I turned from the dresser and the image of Dominic comically rushing out of the house to escape my nagging tugged in my mind, causing me to erupt peals of laughter.
