What's better to do on a Sunday afternoon than having a tea party with Cinderella, Ariel and Belle?
Of course nothing, not even a business meeting or hanging out with my friends, because this is absolutely my dream come true to spend my worthless time with three adorable Disney princesses. Note the sarcasm."It's your turn," the brunette Cinderella sitting next to me says after she divides the fake plastic donuts evenly among us four.Whoever said time is gold has clearly never met me. Despite my mother and my sister's opinion that the value of my time is merely copper, I think it’s worth one-hundred-carat diamond, not just plain old gold. But no, of course not according to those two, their nails and hair are more precious than a hundred carat diamond."Uncle Teen," the one in yellow gown calls me, "are you listening?""You can just leave if you don't want to join us," the sharp tone from Ariel makes me turn my gaze from my iPhone straight to her stern face, "you're not even dressed for the party."What she said makes me feel rejected, even though I am already in this tea party. It's like being disapproved by the leader of the group.I quickly put my phone back in my pocket and flash the sweetest smile, "Ariel dear,""What." She's such an intimidating one compared to the other two."Ariel dear," I begin again, "Forgive me. I was texting the Queen to ask her when will Snow White be here." I was indeed texting their mother when will the bloody babysitter come for the fact she's supposed to be here 30 minutes ago. Thirty, not twenty, not ten, but thirty fucking minutes ago."Oh? Snow White's joining us?" Excited Cinderella chimes in."Really?" And Belle is already smiling so wide that pushes her eyes to be smaller.The happiness radiating from Belle and Cinderella makes me nod my head, "yes. She's on her way now." I swear if she's not here in 5 minutes I'm gonna call my assistant and ask her to be here instead.Don't get me wrong, I love my nieces but I seriously can't waste my time playing tea party when I have an important meeting to prepare for.Weekend or not, I've fulfilled my obligation to my family for our Sunday brunch so I can do whatever I please with the rest of my weekend, either by spending it at the office or drowning myself with work at home."Is it the same girl who came last week?""I believe so," I don't know who that girl is and I'm not sure if she'll be the one coming today but whatever, anything to calm these little human.I waited for another fifteen minutes instead of the five I mentioned but nothing, nothing happens. Not even a text from my sister about this tardy babysitter.So I dial my assistant's number even though it's the weekend. I pay her good for a reason."Yes Mr Knight?""Serena, I need you at my sister's house now.""May I know for what, Mr Knight?"I sigh, why does she have to ask so many things? I'm her boss, just come when I ask her to. No questions asked."I need you to be here for two hours." My sister did mention they'll be gone for four hours so there's two left."But I-""Make sure you're here by 3, Serena." With that I hang up and walk back to the tea party that somehow has turned into a fake restaurant.I adore my sister's effort to pamper her helpers once a month, really, but can't she do it alternately instead of giving them the time off at the same fucking day. Urgh."Excuse me," Ariel snaps me from my attention to my phone again, "If you're not gonna order, you can just leave, you know. I have customers waiting to sit here."I smile at how arrogant she is while holding that small Hello Kitty pad and pink pencil."I'm sorry," I sure can't wait the moment she hits teen age and strangles her parents with this attitude, "Can I have a donut and iced chocolate please?""This is not a donut shop," she sighs."Oh? Then what do you sell?""It's Mc Donald's!" Belle who is wrapping toy burger in a paper shouts from her little Ikea kitchen."Oh. In that case, can I have a cheese burger and a large diet coke?" I tell Ariel who pretends to write on her little notepad."I'll get you salad. You're too thick to eat cheese burger." She's only five and already this sassy? I bet it's her mother who taught that, slapping hurtful comments as if it's nothing."You can't just change my order. Customers are always right." I purposely argue with her to hear more insulting comments."GIRLS are always right." She glares at me and that's when I laugh, she's so fucking adorable that I grab her and hug her tightly."Stop it! Let me go!" She struggles in my embrace but I hug her anyway, until the bell suddenly rings. I jump from the little seat and walk to the door, all while carrying her in my arms. The other two follow me from behind."Hello," a dark haired woman with a dark brown eyes smiles while standing in front of us.So this is the bloody babysitter who's an hour late than the time she's supposed to be here? And she dares to smile like this as if she's innocent?"Hello," all three of them greet her back."You're pretty," Belle supplies as she steps forward."Awww thanks," the tardy babysitter squats in front of her and smiles. I feel like wiping that smile off this instant by the rage in me, she fucking wasted an hour of my life."Girls, go inside first. I need to talk to her.""But why? I want to play with her. She's pretty." Cinderella protests."I like her long hair," Ariel who's in my arms looks at her adoringly."Go inside or I'll send her off.""Fine." Cinderella stomps her feet then walks back inside."Meanie." Belle looks at me in hatred before following her sister."I can't walk, even if I want to escape your evil self." Ariel who's still in my arms scowls. The bloody woman giggles hearing her."Wait here." I warn her sharply, instantly cutting off those giggles.She nods hesitantly before I get back inside, carrying Ariel whose feet are bound in her mermaid tails. Putting her on the couch, I walk to the bloody babysitter again."I don't appreciate this tardiness." I start when I'm standing in front of her."But I'm-""I'm going now. My number's on the fridge in case you can't reach their mother or grandmother for an emergency."She nods, but still looks at me intimidatingly with those big brown eyes."Feed them something in half an hour for snack time. Their mother will be back around 5." I step out of the door as she nods again.Bloody babysitter. If it's not for my urgency to finish my presentation pack, I would've asked for another and bring her to my house instead for a lesson on punctuality. Her porcelain skin with that big round eyes are seriously asking for some spankings.Like I told Ariel yesterday, customers are always right, even though they are a pain in the ass. In this case, my client and my business partner are both a pain in the ass. "The mango cheese cake is to dieeee for, I promise." Gerard dramatically rolls her eyes up as his right hand touches his chest. Claudia Green laughs as I scan the menu scribbled on the black board that is pasted on the wall of the cafe. Instead of having lunch at a restaurant I've booked for us, Gerard decided it's better to consume their lunch calories on dessert straightaway since our client has a sweet tooth. "Welcome to Jahn and John, what can I get you?" The voice makes me turn my eyes from the menu, straight to the owner of that sweet, sweet voice even though I haven't decided on what to order yet. Bloody hell, it's the bloody babysitter. "Tell me honey, should we order the infamous mango cheese cake?" Gerard asks in his friendly vibe. Not even a full day but we're already meeting again. What are the o
"Thank you so much, Serena." I can hear my sister's voice from my room. We're supposed to have a meeting in five minutes regarding our mega project with Claudia Green. But as usual, she’d drop by at my assistant’s place which is just next to mine, to have a chat with her. "The girls loveeeee her!" Her high pitch voice is annoying sometimes. "Really? Glad to hear that, Mrs Jones." Serena sounds happy, contrary to her behaviour when she's with me. "Can she come this weekend too? The girls have been asking if she can come and play with them." Are they talking about ‘her’?"I'll have to ask her first. I'll let you know later?" Wait, why would Serena have anything to do with her? Did she book the babysitter? Why would my assistant do that when Maddy has her own assistant? "Yeah sure. Tell her I'll be paying her with the same rate like the babysitter who's supposed to show up. Urgh, I'm never hiring anyone from that agency again. So unreliable!" If the babysitter never showed up, then
Serena has four sisters; her elder sister who's an actress, her twin sister, then two younger sisters. For all I know, she's 29 this year because we're born on the same year. The question is, which sister is 'she'? Scrolling the result of my search on her elder sister who's a C-list actress, there's a section called Early Life; that's how I know Serena has four sisters.Unfortunately there is no other information on the sisters or even a picture of them. Do I have to extend my stalking to social media? "Who's that?" I instantly push my phone's screen to the wooden table top as he laughs, "Since when are you watching Summer Sunsex?" Fuck, he managed to take a peep at my Safari. Why does her sister have to star in a stupid 18sx comedy series? "You're late." I gulp my drink then put the empty glass next to my phone. "It's not midnight yet, chill Cinderella." He waves his hand for the bartender. "Do you know about Cole?" He starts after ordering drinks for both of us. "What about h
"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
"Teen, do me a favor,” I'm on the verge of saying no because every time Maddy asks for a favor, that rings trouble all the way, "send Eve home because David needs to take the girls to their ballet class and Harry will drive me and William to the clubhouse." There, trouble. "If you know you're going to the clubhouse after this, why didn't you bring three drivers?" I annoyedly complain. "Because I want to torture my brother." "You're a shitty sister, Maddy." "Why thank you for the compliment. Love you," she kisses my cheek then smiles wickedly. "Bye bye Uncle Teen," Hayley holds out both of her tiny arms wanting me to take her even though Eve is holding her right now. I take her anyway while trying my best to avoid touching her babysitter. "Bye bye Sweetheart. I'll see you next week okay." I kiss her cheek as she giggles, playing with the button of my shirt. "Don't forget to send Eve home." Maddy reminds m
I seriously wonder which sister is she to Serena but I don't want to poke my finger into that, afraid if I would be tempted to go deeper and end up doing idiotic, immature, and immensely time-wasting stuff. Like fall for her or make her my girlfriend. The way I see my friends spending their 20s chasing for love and women, only to get their heart broken over and over again, why would they do that? Why are they being so stupid knowing they will end the same; miserable and alone. Isn't it better to just be happily alone? Like me. Sure I'm miserable when Mom nags about my disinterest in relationships that she suspects I'm gay for the amount of time I spent with my friends (read: Gerard and his boyfriends) at the club when I'm not working but still, I get to go home and live my life happily. No stupid drama like quarrelling over trivial matters, dealing with jealousy, or unsatisfied sex.I've tried that during high school and university life, I had girlfriends during all those years. But
There are so many people at the mall, most probably because it's end of August. The kids are enjoying their last bit of summer break before going back to school in a week. I bring her to a different mall though, not wanting to bump onto her sister if she's really telling the truth. It'd be a chaos if the sister is Serena. Also, I'm not interested to go to a mall that is not high-end. Hate, hate crowded places with smelly shabby people. "Do you actually like me?" She asks when we are sitting at a dessert shop. Scooping the mango shaved ice into her mouth, she makes a cute thinking face. "Wait, don't answer that. Answer this first, are you even interested in me? Why did you ask me out? It's not a bet or something, is it?" What is she? A high school student? A bet? Really? But I carve a smile on my face, "I've been interested since you showed up last Sunday." "Last Sunday? At Mrs Jones's house?" Her eyes is growing bigger by each word. So. Fucking. Adorable. "But why? Because I'm
It was supposed to be one date, then I'm out. Or three dates, max. But I couldn't stop myself from asking her to the fourth date, and then the fifth, sixth, seventh, and suddenly I’ve lost count already. Though I'm aware we've been going out for 7 months now. I know, I'm asking the same question too; what the hell am I doing now. That every Saturday I would drag my ass to her house, pick her up, spend the whole day with her, then send her home, and repeat it all over again the next Saturday. I'm so relieved when that babysitting job before our first date is her last encounter with my family. So, so grateful that she got a new stable job the week after and is very happy with the new environment and the pay. Though I can't help but still spend money on her. For an immature and innocent-looking girl like her, to be a high school teacher, is a bit contradicting. I bet she looked like one of her students instead of a 25 year old teacher. "Yes!" Her eyes brim with happiness when she