Babysitter for the CEO

The lady looked away and told him to cover up.

“My lady, why are you being shy now? You were so eager earlier. How about you take it as business exchange? You sell sexy bread and I’m here to offer you my sexy body. Trade by barter okay?”

“Let me out. I have customers to attend to.” she tried opening the door to no avail.

“Let me out!” she yelled.

The man laughed melodiously.

“I’m taking you shopping. Look at you! Poor fashion taste.” he said and ordered the driver to move from the area to the mall.

“Hey! I don’t know you and don’t want to go shopping with you. Let me out!” she started to hit him but life is cruel.

Her beating didn’t affect him at all. Instead he even joked about her sexy bread.

“You vile punk, I’m going to kill you.”

She pulled both of his collars but he used that chance to bring his face closer and kissed her.

“…..?” the lady was shocked.

Her eyes widened and she took time to process what was going on.

This guy kissed her without her permission? Who gave him the guts?

She pushed him away and wiped her lips.

“My lady, they are sweet.” he commented and licked his lips.

“What?” she asked in ire.

“Your lips are yummy. Can I have them for breakfast every morning for a start?” he asked.

“You pervert!”

“You have sharp eyes. I’m glad you recognize one of my identities.” he chuckled causing her to fold her hands and stare out the window.

“Woman, you are beautiful.” he whispered in her ear and pecked her left earlobe.

“I’ll kill you.” her temper exploded again and she punched his third leg.

“Ow!” he bent over and placed his hands at his jewels.

“My lady, how can you be so cruel to your husband?” he asked.

“Hmph! You deserve it.” she snorted

“Thankfully, I wore protectors. Hit my lil bro as you like. I won’t mind. After all, you are my future wifey.”

“You…” she decided to quit arguing with this shameless bastard of a man.

Reaching the mall, he held her hand and dragged her into the luxurious place.

He took her to the outfits session and made her try out many gowns, skirts, blouses, hats, scarf etc.

Then he took her to shoe session and bought 20 pairs of limited edition footwear her size. She had small feet

He took her to jewelry area and chose a very simple necklace for her but it was worth a fortune.

“My lady, one more thing. Time to turn you into Cinderella.” he said with a smirk.

“I just wanna go back to my shop.” she complained.

“You will return there as a queen. Spare me some more time okay?”

He took her to a beauty saloon and had her waxed, massaged and given other beauty treatments. Before they proceeded to apply make-up on her face.

30 minutes later,

The lady was escorted in heels by one of the saloon staff to the rich guy.

On seeing her, the book he was reading fell from his hands. He gasped with wide eyes.

“What? Am I ugly?” she asked in ire.

“You are very beautiful, my lady.” he rose and walked to her.

“Rosanna, you are an angel hidden among the bad eggs. Now I found you, I can’t let you fly away.” he said with a romantic expression.

The lady whom we will now call Rosanna Clifford, stared at her reflection in the mirror.

She became stupefied.

Who was the person looking back at her? This was a beauty goddess!

“Is this me?” she asked herself.

“Ma’am you are very pretty. Sir, you have a good eye.” said one of the saloon staff with a smile.

“What do you think, Rosanna? Want to go show them why people should buy your sexy bread?” he whispered into her ear but she distanced herself from him and wanted to run out.

Reality is evil!

She can’t use heels! All she ever wore were slippers and sandals.

She tripped and was about to fall to the ground when the rich guy caught her by the waist.

“Finally, I get to this to a goddess. Save a damsel in distress.” he said and put his sunglasses on.

He signaled the staff to take pictures of this moment.

But before they could, Rosanna pinched his waist and both fell to the floor.

Rip!

There was the sound of torn fabric and the staff’s eyes widened. Some covered their mouth and chuckled secretly, while some pretended not to see anything and walk away.

Rosanna was below the rich guy and unhappily pushed him to the side.

She rose and checked if her gown was torn. It was expensive you know!

She eventually sighed in relief knowing her clothing was in order. She stared at the rich guy and culdn’t help laughing.

“Hahahahahaha!” she laughed hysterically and pointed at him.

The rich guy took off his glasses and scratched his neck.

“Get me some cloth.” he ordered and a staff ran upstairs to get one.

He looked at his torn grey suit pants that had loosened at many places. It exposed his pink briefs. Even the inner shirt was ripped.

The company who made this suit was dead meat!

See how they embarrassed him in public! How can he retain his cool reputation?

“Hahahaha! Karma! It’s karma. Serves you right, Mr. Carlos.” Rosanna said in between mirths. He sighed and wished the earth should just open and swallow him up.

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M city.

Blue Desserts street.

This street was for those in middle-class range as it’s homes weren’t too costly neither cheap.

A taxi dropped a beautiful lady wearing gold-rimmed black sunglasses. She’s 1. 68 in height, dyed her hair purple, brown eyes, a small nose and thin pink lips. Her face was bare of any make-up and her hair was in a single ponytail. She wore a slightly loose black lace gown that stopped an inch above her knees. Black stocking covered one part of her legs and a white one covered the other. She wore red heels and carried a red bag. To top it all, she unwrapped a green lollipop and put it in her mouth. She surveyed the area and shrugged.

She knocked on the main gate of one of the residence in the street with the number ‘039’.

She took out her iPhone 11 Pro Max and called a number. In less than two minutes, the main gate was opened and the lady marched in without greeting the elderly woman who opened the gate.

The brown-haired old woman in blue and black Saree combination sighed and shook her head.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

She then locked the gate, held her skirt and made for the home.

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Inside the home, 10 minutes later.

The lady came out of her room dressed in white and gold Saree combination. Her hair was let loose and it seems she had worn a wig earlier as her hair is shiny, silky black and waist-length in contrast to the shoulder-length purple hair earlier. She put on light make-up and wore some jewelries. But her footwear killed the vibe. She was wearing white converse!

At the black of her blouse was a small knife that could convert into a gun.

Her jewelry were actually golden bullets made to stay in place by chains.

The old lady sighed again.

“Aarti, go back and rectify your look. You will not go to the party like this. Move it, young woman.” she said unhappily.

“Grandma, it’s not like I even wanted to go. Besides, danger can come at anytime, you know. It doesn’t hurt to be a little more cautious.” the lady (whom we will now call Aarti Acharya) said.

“Go and rectify your look.” the old lady barked and Aarti grudgingly returned to her room. When she finally came out, she was wearing black leggings, an oversized lace top that revealed the green singlet underneath.

Her black hair was messy and she was enjoying a blue lollipop.

“Grandma, I’m done. Let’s leave for the party.” Aarti said lazily and wanted to open the door to go out of the home but found the key was missing.

Her grandma shook the key in her hands and signaled her to go and change.

She went back in and came out in the white and gold Saree again. This time, she only wore gold heels and carried a white purse adorned with golden lotuses.

Her grandma nodded.

“You are manageable!” Grandma said and picked up her black handbag. She then opened the door so they could leave for the party venue.