Your babysitting for a filthy rich man, who is a single dad it was obvious his father wasn’t the talkative type.

He was super, especially cold for the most part

and ever since looking after his son, he didn’t even talk to you that much other than observe you here and there.

You didn’t mind

he was always gorgeous for his age anyways

although you feel bad for him,

he seems lonely

Tonight you tuck in his eight-year-old to bed.

“Kiss?” He mumbled, whiny

You smile, shaking your head. This kid.

You plant a kiss on his forehead, brows raised expectedly.

“One..more?” He bargained.

You let out a bubbled laugh and said, “go to bed weirdo!”

Sitting with him for a moment, watching his breathing calm, he kissed the top of his head with a smile.

Leaving now, your heart nearly escapes from your chest.

Seeing Cameron his father, leaning against the door frame.

His tie loosened and cuffs rolled up. Still cold as ever but gorgeous just the same.

His four fingers held out a thick clip of bills to you, and you smile gratefully, and say, “thank you.”

Cameron studies you his eyes sliding down, “kiss?”

You thought you heard him, and you smiled sweetly, “what?”

His jaw clicks, but he humorlessly chuckles quietly as he found he takes out an even thicker bills as you watch with wide eyes.

Muttering three words he said, “drive safe doll.”