It wasn't meant to happen. You were meant to babysit a random little girl — five years old — for a stack of money.

You never really liked kids. Well, yes, they're cute. But they also get on your nerves. Except, you'd do anything for cash, right? So, for the money, you agreed.

But somehow managed to be stood in front of your worst enemy.

Rafe fucking Cameron.

Him out of everyone in this entire island.

And, of course, he looked just as annoyed as you. Brows furrowed, lips turned down, his hair messy while wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"You?" Rafe snapped, looking you up and down with pure irritation and annoyance. You rolled your eyes at him and crossed your arms. "I didn't know it was you!" You fired back, glaring at him. He scowled at you and scoffed.

"Oh, sure. You didn't read the name at the bottom, did you, dumbass?" You glanced at the side, your cheeks heating up instantly. When you saw the post of someone wanting someone to babysit a kid for a load of money, you quite literally ignored the name and replied with yes.

You let out a sharp breath and groaned. "Whatever. Where is she?"

He shot you a frustrated glance before looking over his shoulder, calling out a name. In an instant, a short, dirty blond girl — who was probably the height of a table — came running to the front door.

Rafe looked down at her as he motioned with his hand towards you. The little girl smiled brightly and grabbed your hand, rushing you inside. Before your second foot managed to enter, Rafe stopped you with his hand that held his car keys.

"Don't do anything stupid, yeah?" He murmured, looking down at you, standing a little too close for comfort.