Read The Babysitter for Free Online Page A

in the shadows right before the front door opens.

Chapter 5

    “Blake?” Janet's voice is a hard reminder of why having Blake between my legs was a bad idea. I just want to scratch her eyeballs out and kick her away.
    I try not to pity me or my life at times, but these instances were the hardest. Here I stood ready to give all of myself to not only Blake, but his kids too, while this woman had it all and didn't pay none of it no mind.
    Why do the people that don't deserve love, get it the most?
    “I'm in the kitchen, Janet, cleaning up a bunch of things I accidentally knocked over.” The swishing of the broom sounds next.
    “Where's the maid?” Her high heels click across the kitchen tile.
    “She ends her day at six in the evening. Did you forget that?”
    “I guess. What about the other one, she could do this?”
    “Who?”
    “Patsy.”
    “Do you mean Paige?”
    “Yes.”
    He sighs so loud it shocks me. “You should really try and remember the person that is taking care of our kids.”
    “Don't start with your judging.”
    “I'm not judging. I'm just. . .never mind. You're right. I'm sorry.”
    “What were you thinking about before I came in?” Her heels click some more and I can picture what she's doing because I've watched her do it so many times before. She's leaning on the side of the counter with her curvy hip swinging back and forth as she taps the floor with her heels. Blake told me she always wanted to be a dancer, but never got a company interested enough to bring her on.
    “What does it matter what I was thinking?” Blake asks.
    “Because you're hard.”
    I cover my mouth.
    Her heels make a different sounds not tapping but a few clicks and then it stops as if she walked to him. “Were you thinking about me?”
    He doesn't respond and I almost wonder if he will and fear if he'll lie or tell her the truth, that the reason why he's so hard is because his mouth did things to my body that made his own cock solid.
    “Let me take care of that for you.” Her words shift to sensual whispers. “Do you remember how I used to spend minutes only sucking on the tip? Do you remember how much you would scream?” She giggles.
    “Yes, I remember, but we can't tonight.”
    “Can't?”
    “No. Not tonight, but—”
    “Yeah. Yeah. But tomorrow you will. Every day you say that, and every tomorrow it never happens. I have needs, Blake. I won't ignore them.”
    “You've shown me that time and time again.”
    “Don't do that. Don't you dare do that! You said that all was forgotten and you wouldn't bring up the past anymore.”
    I should run upstairs to my room, but I hold my dress together and listen some more.
    “I forgive you, Janet, but sometimes it's hard to forget.”
    “You're going to have to if you want this to work. I'm not just going to be blamed every day for my past mistakes.”
    “I know.”
    “It will poison us.”
    “Maybe it already has.”
    “What?” Janet asks. “Are you trying to say we're poisoned already?”
    He sighs again. “We're definitely damaged. This is damaged.”
    “Or maybe you are.”
    “Maybe I am.”
    “This is why I can't be with you. I'm trying to move on, but here you go again second guessing us.”
    “Have you thought about what I said, Janet?”
    “The answer is still no.”
    “We can't do this by ourselves.”
    “I don't want to see a marriage counselor. I'm doing yoga and—”
    “Yoga? You're in a tight skirt, tube top, and the highest heels I've ever seen you in. You didn't go to yoga tonight.”
    “I messed up my yoga pants by dropping juice on them. This was all I had in my gym bag to wear.”
    You're lying. You wore that outfit before you left and didn't take a bag with you.
    “We go to a marriage counselor or we don't continue.” Blake's words are sharp with no restraint. They even cut through me and I'm nowhere near him.
    “You better not be giving me an ultimatum.”
    “Take it how you will.”
    “I won't talk to a counselor.”
    “Then