The Babysitter

Chapter 42: Stunning

Chapter 42: (Aubrey's POV)- Stunning

"Are you delusional?" I uttered the words out before I could comprehend, putting the message across

in the opposite way. "Let me try that again." I placed my hands on his chest. "You genuinely mean

that?" I repeated.

Yes, I just asked him to confirm earlier and now that he has I'm asking him to confirm again. It feels a

little too good to be true, I hope it's not, I do but the fear will swallow me whole. "I'm starting to think you

want a different answer..." he spoke skeptically.

"I'm just uh- having a hard time believing it. It seems a little too good to be true," I sighed.

"It's true, Carthy, it's real and it's amazing to me that I was able to say it so please save me from the

embarrassment and humiliation and please give me an answer, any answer." he chuckled softly.

"Before I give you an answer, did you really have to curse while confessing? I mean who associates

curses with love, it's such a pure concept why'd you have to-" I stopped myself when I saw impatience

cross his eyes.

"Okay, okay." I laughed. "Parker, I love you. I. Love. You. And it might swallow me whole and you will

be the death of me, but I love-" he cut me off before I'd say it again and smoothly pressed my lips to

his.

Oh, how I missed that.

Aubrey shut the fuck up.

Won't you look at that, I'm cursing now. Seriously though, can we take a second to acknowledge how

much more I've been cursing even if it's just in my head. I find that a little funny but it's not the best fact,

unfortunately, there's nothing much I can do now. I pulled away after a moment.

"Hands to yourself, Parker." I pinched his cheek before pulling away and going into the kitchen. "So,

since you confessed your undying love for me, does that mean you lost your game?" I teased as I put a

toast in the toaster and grabbed an avocado. Avocado and toast it is.

"Since you confessed yours back, I'll gladly accept my defeat." he grinned while watching my every

move cautiously.

"Well, I'll gladly accept my win." I smiled as the toaster finished preparing my toast for me. I quickly

pulled it out and spread avocado on it before taking a bite.

"Aubrey, let's go on a date tonight." he walked over to my side and took a bite out of my toast before

grabbing a glass and getting himself apple juice.

"Sheriff?" I questioned while taking another bite.

"Right..." he trailed off probably realizing that no one could take the monitor off. "How about you dress

yourself all pretty while I do the same and I'll take you to the backyard at seven? If we can't go out on a

date, I'll bring the date here." he placed his hands on either side of me, trapping me between the

counter and him.

"Sounds like a plan." I quickly took a bite before placing the rest of the toast in his mouth and getting

away and up the stairs where I looked through my bag to find... nothing. "I take it you need a dress?" I

turned to see him leaning against the doorframe.

"I'll be back in ten." I smiled and kissed his cheek before grabbing my phone and rushing down the

stairs and out of the house, grabbing my keys just in time before getting on my bike.

I rode away with a grin on my face, focusing on the street. Soon enough, I pulled into my driveway and

got off the bike before it even stopped. I grabbed my keys, looking down at my feet as I walked, and RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

looking up, stopping dead in my tracks.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I spat out while rooting myself to my spot subconsciously.

"So you're swearing now, I guess he's great for you," he scoffed. I swear to god I will punch this guy.

"What the fuck are you doing here? Leave me alone." I repeated with a huff, irritation shining through

my voice.

"I just came here to apologize, okay? I was drunk Aubrey I-" I cut him off.

"You were drunk so what, Peter? You weren't fucking wasted, you could've stopped." I gave him a

pointed look.

"Aubrey, I was fucking drunk! Let it go!" he raised his voice a little bit. I scoffed,

"So next time, don't get drunk to the point where you can't keep your dick in your pants." I rolled my

eyes at him before telling him to leave, again. "Get out of here, Peter," I demanded.

"You're seriously so blinded by him! What great thing has he even done?" he questioned.

"I'll tell you what great thing he's done, he's never, ever put his hands on me against my will, without my

permission or tried anything with me. He can keep it to himself, now move." I demanded, pushing past

him and to my front door.

"Suit yourself, Aubrey. Just don't come running to me when he breaks your heart again." he scoffed.

"I won't as long as you stay away from my spot at the cliffside. That is where I'll go if he breaks my

heart again. So don't go there and you won't have to deal with me, now fuck off." I hissed before

slamming my door in his face and heading up to my room.

I disregarded everything that just happened and opened my closet, scanning around trying to decide

what color I felt like wearing. I scanned the dresses twice before my eyes stopped at a red off-shoulder

dress.

Looks pretty good to me.

I grabbed it off the hanger and folded it up neatly, placing it in a bag and heading back over to his,

that's gonna need a little ironing. I got back to his house, my mood a little bummed out but I'm not

letting that ruin tonight, so I put on a smile and rang the doorbell.

He opened it with a grin and to bless my eyes, without a shirt.

"Hellooo." he stretched out his words as he opened the door wider to let me in.

"Hey," I chuckled while setting the bag that I brought the dress in down on the ground.

"Now that you're back and we have," he paused looking at his empty wrist, "Quite some time left, what

do you want to do?" he turned to me with a smile. I thought for a moment before blurting out the first

idea that came to mind.

"Play scrabble." I shrugged.

He nodded, "How adventurous." he deadpanned sarcastically.

I responded with a grin before following him to his room where he reached above the bookshelf and

grabbed the game. I'm surprised he has it. "Ready?" he asked as he opened the box and took the

board out before leaving the alphabets in the lid.

I lay across the bed on my stomach, my legs lifted and rocking back and forth while he did the same

from the other side. Hours went by and we played games after I won scrabble and then he won

monopoly followed by us cooking lunch and by us I mean him.

We finished cleaning up the house at around four and before I knew it, I was pushed into my room and

told not to come till seven. So I began getting ready with nothing better to do.

I showered, braided my hair so that it was curled when I let it down, and began with my makeup. I

finished the last layer of mascara as I heard what sounded like a roof collapsing but was probably

Xavier dropping something.

"Do not come out of that room!" he shouted, and so I was forced to stay up here. I threw the dress on

before letting my hair down and wearing golden heels which I grabbed with the dress that Xavier was

kind enough to iron for me.

I waited for ten minutes before there was a knock at my door.

I glanced at myself in the mirror before opening the door to see Xavier standing there with black pants

and a black button-up tucked in, the first few buttons unbuttoned because that's Xavier with the sleeves

rolled up to his elbows.

Am I drooling yet?

"You look stunning," he spoke while his eyes roamed over my body. "Fucking stunning," he repeated. I

blushed while laughing before complimenting him back.

"You look handsome. Very handsome and charming." I smiled at him.

He looked down, shyly scratching the back of his neck.

I'm in love.

"Shall we?" he held his hand out for me to take. I eyed it in confusion before placing my hand in his,

trusting that he planned something amazing for tonight.

"We shall." I grinned.