A rich family had hired you to take care of their five-year-old kid, Ana. Because you needed the money, you accepted to be their babysitter, not being informed of their moody teenager Keeho.

He came home with his friends who immediately noticed your presence and shamelessly checked you out.

“Who’s this? They’re hot.” One of his friends commented with a sly smirk, making Keeho roll his eyes.

“Shut up.” He growled, dragging his friends up to his room, glancing at you for a moment.