Single rich dad

You're babysitting for a filthy rich man's son who was a single dad. It was obvious his father wasn't the talkative type. He was super distant and especially cold for the most part, and ever since looking after his son, he didn't talk to you that much other than observant glances here and there. You didn't mind, He was gorgeous for his age anyways. Although, you felt bad for him. He seemed lonely. Tonight, you tuck his eight year old son to bed. "Kiss?" He mumbled, whiny. You smile, shaking your head. this kid. You plant a kiss on his forehead, brows raised expectantly. "one more..?" he bargained, wiggling his eyebrows. You bubble a laugh out loud. "go to sleep, weirdo!" you push his forehead down his pillow as he kisses his teeth. Sitting with him for a moment, watching his breathing calm, you kiss the top of his head with a smile. Leaving now, your heart nearly escapes from your chest seeing his father leaning against the doorframe, his tie loosened and cuffs rolled up. still as monotonous as ever but gorgeous just the same. His forefingers held out a thick clip of bills to you and you smile greatfully. "Thank you." He studies you, his boreing eyes sliding down. "Kiss?" You thought you heard him, and smile sweetly. "What?" His jaw clicks, but he humorlessly chuckles quietly as you frown. he takes out an even thicker bill as you watch with wide eyes. Muttering three words you hear clearly this time. and seeing the most attractive, soft secret you earned to see too. His dimples. "Drive safe please."