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"I'm sorry!"

The sweet voice makes my feet stop, and a moment later her angelic face comes in view. Shit, how many time is she going to torture me? At this rate I'm willing to pay her just to make her go away, never to show up in front of me.

"I'm sorry about my friends." She repeats her apology.

"You're not sorry."

"I am, I really am Mr Knight."

The way she calls me sends blood straight to my already steel-hard cock. Fuuuuck, go away you little demon. Such a tease.

So I ignore her and walk painfully towards the exit. I don't think I can stay here anymore. I need my cold shower. Or at least to my car so I can calm this beast.

"Please, I need the job," she grabs my hand as to stop me but instead being dragged along when I continue walking. Her strength is nothing considering how small she is compared to my massive size.

"Please," she pleads like a puppy who has its feet stuck on something. How I wish she's begging like this while her legs are wide spread.

"Mr Knight," she calls me and that's when I finally stop walking. She looked adorable with her long legs glued together as if that position will provide more power for her to stop me from moving.

"You're right, I wasn't sorry when I told them how much of an asshole you were yesterday. But I do now, I really do. I'm sorry, Mr Knight."

"So I'm not an asshole today?" Perhaps that's because of the seventy bucks tip money I gave her this afternoon?

"You're not. In fact, you're very generous with me today. Thank you so much for the tips, Mr Knight." She seems truly grateful for that little money, I wonder if she indeed needs money that bad.

Of course she does, you idiot. She fucking works at a small cafe and babysits on the weekends, of course she's poor and desperate.

"I'm sorry Mr Knight." She sounds like a broken record, annoying me with the repeated apology. Enough already.

"Please let me babysit this weekend. I'm sorry for what happened just now. I promise I'm a good babysitter."

Not from the way you're dressing right now, along with your friends' attitude. God forbid my nieces are gonna turn out just like those two rude whores.

"I need to leave now." I'm not going to spend another minute here dealing with her seduction while I suffer in my jeans.

I hurry to the exit before she manages to do more annoying stuff, or tempt me into doing stupid things. I don't do one night stand, and I surely won't break my record for a bloody babysitter.

***

Despite our fight last Monday, everybody is present for the Sunday brunch. Maddy didn't show up at the office but nobody bats an eye since she is a sleeping partner, though it kills me when she didn't have the decency to mention the little info about her bringing that bloody babysitter to our brunch.

"Mom, this is Eve. She's the girls' babysitter."

Why does she have to hire her when she already has three helpers tagging along?

"Eve, this is my mother. And, uh, where's Dad?"

"He'll be here later, he's golfing with Arthur and Richard." Mom replies then turns to my kitten, "Eve? Such a sweet name, just like you."

"Thank you Mrs Knight." She fucking blushes for that simple compliment. Her rosy cheeks are visible clearly since her skin is milky white. I wonder if I can see my handprint when I spank her ass hard.

"Evie," my niece tugs her hand making her look downward, her fringe that's framing her face moves along covering her forehead, making her look so young and innocent. Fuck, the torture is starting again.

"What are we having today, Teen?" Mom asks and that's when I snap out of it. I can't have a hard on in front of my family. I'm only wearing a pair of khaki shorts, my cock will be obvious since my white Polo shirt stops above it.

"Uhm, uhh, shall we sit and find out?" Perhaps I should hide it under the dining table.

"Everything's ready?"

I don't know if my chefs already prepare everything but I desperately need to get Evie or whatever her name is out of my sight. Anything to escape this scene.

"Let's find out." I repeat, already making my move towards the dining area and am truly grateful when I see spread of food at the buffet table. All the servers are already standing at the corner, ready to help us with our meal.

My parents decided to have this Sunday brunch rotation when Maddy got married and I came back from uni. Every first week of the month would be Maddy's turn, second week would be mine, third would be at our parents', and the fourth is the week that we have it all to ourselves.

Unlike Maddy or my parents who have full-time helpers, I opt for chefs and servers only on the day itself since I am more comfortable living on my own. The cleaners and chef come every Tuesday but that's pretty much it.

"Girls, let's eat!" Her high pitch voice is ringing in my ears. I'm already annoyed with her loudness throughout my childhood but to have her increase the intensity the moment she changes her title to a Mother, oh God, please give me back the teenage Maddy.

"Yeayyy!" All five of them run to the table. My head does spin whenever I see my nieces but there's nothing I would trade with for their cuteness and how adorable they are when they act all spoiled and difficult, just like their mother. Though Maddy is anything but cute and adorable, insert eye roll.

"Can I have the sandwich please?" They might be spoiled and difficult but when it comes to manners, their mother and my mother are both strict about it.

"Sure, I'll-" she hurries to entertain Ella but Maddy quickly interrupts, "It's okay, Eve. Jin can help Ella with that."

Looks like my sister is treating her differently from the babysitter we've had before. She actually asked her helper instead of her babysitter. Is it because she's Serena's sister? I am aware that Maddy's close to my assistant but that can't be the reason, though?

"Have a seat, Eve." Mom invites her but she looked nervous.

"Yeah, you can sit next to me." Belle taps the empty chair next to her.

"No, sit next to meeee!" Ella says which earns her a wide-eye from Ariel, "But I'm sitting next to you!"

"You can sit next to Belle then."

"Why don't YOU sit next to Belle so Evie can sit next to ME?"

Here we go again.

"Girls." Maddy says with an authority.

The girls quickly shut their mouth and stop making a fuss.

"Why don't you sit next to Augustine?" William suddenly makes a suggestion.

Fuck. Fuck you brother in law. Fuuuuck youuuuu.

"Yeah, sit next to Augustine, Eve." Mom is smiling at her.

I can see she forces a smile at my Mom back but nods, then walks around the table towards me. Her scent overwhelms my nostrils when she's near me, and finally setting her cute ass on the chair next to mine as she smiles awkwardly at me.

"You can get the food at the buffet table there or ask the server to help you, Eve." Maddy tells her so she nods again with a small reply, "Okay Mrs Jones."

The whole brunch is a total torture for me, for having her so near that sometimes she accidentally brushes her bare leg with mine.

Fuck her for teasing me like that, it was so painful to bear my erection I'm seriously this close to lift up her skirt and make my way into her pussy, just to return the painful favor.

"Do you want some more, Haylee?" Her sweet nurturing voice is addictive.

I can hear the twins said yes even though the triplet were noisily chatting on the other side of the table. I wonder some time how Maddy deals with her daughters, but again she has five helpers at home.

"Uhh," she gasps for the fourth time today when she brushes my leg again after she sits down with the fruits Haylee and Heather asked.

I really want to get up and go somewhere else, I do, but I can't really bring myself up when my erection is on display.

So all I can do is mutter another curse word, trying to take out my frustration towards the food on my plate. Fuck you Eve for torturing me like this.

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