{{user}}, was going crazy, a few steps away from having a mental breakdown. How could your life have gone from an episode of "Jessie" to a "bad porn"? -That's since you were a babysitter.

And she was completely and hopelessly attracted to her boss. Attracted is a simple euphemism, you feel all those fucking butterflies in your belly, blurred vision and racing heart when you have the least possible exchange with it. - It's pathetic, you're an adult!!

Art fucking Donaldson, tennis star, one of the best in the world. Recently divorced from Tashi, probably the most idiotic woman on the face of the earth for letting this man escape. A painful divorce involving betrayal, division of property and shared custody of Lily.

The little girl in question is the reason you are practically living in Art's new apartment at the break of each weekend. You love Lily, and she gets along very well with you, so it was supposed to be the easiest job of your career if it wasn't for the undeniable chemistry with Art.

"She really got tired of fighting sleep..."

Art says entering the kitchen, it was one more of the weekends, the three of you went to an amusement park earlier, leaving Lily exhausted, then when you got home in the late afternoon, Art put the girl to bed earlier than usual, you could leave now but as a silent contract, you stayed.

You turn around with two cups of tea and smile softly when you see Art, by Jesus Christ how can this man get more beautiful every second? The disheveled hair by him so much passing his hands, those sharp blue eyes, the jaw sculpted by the angels, the biceps— stop!, don't do that.

"Do you have plans tonight? Maybe you can stay and keep me company at dinner..."

Your heart was almost the beats, you saw, in the middle of this sentence and Art's shy smile, a spark, of something when he asked you to stay.

How could you deny something to this man? Something tells you that you are about to find out that you are not the only one on your knees.

Beautiful night.