Chapter 3

"By the way, it's time to meet Mr. Anderson."

Okay, I'm not gonna lie, that sentence sent chills down Hazel's spine. Hazel nodded and followed the lady. She took her to a office which was inside of the mansion. She quietly walked in and told her to come in.

"Mr. Anderson. Your son's babysitter is here." she says to man in front, who's back was facing Hazel and the old lady. He was doing something on his phone, more like completely in that small screen. The office had glass walls by which you could see the backyard of the mansion. The office was huge. And Hazel was starstruck.

The man was wearing a white shirt and a crimson red pant with black office shoes. His suit's jacket was hanging on his chair. He turned around. He looked kinda familiar. Then his greenish blue eyes rang a bell in Hazel Adair's mind.

"You are the guy in the park, with whom I bumped into!" Hazel exclaimed, loudly. Mark stood there, eyes widen, his handsome face held a shocked expression. The old lady chuckled and put her hand on Hazel's shoulder and patted.

"I'm going to leave you two alone. Best of luck Miss Hazel." was the only thing she said before leaving. Hazel was staring at the angelic face the whole time until this stupid girl realised Mr. Mark Anderson was standing in front of him. He was smiling at her. 'He has a cute smile' she thought as she looked into Mark's dreamy eyes.

On the other hand, Mark was loving the Hazel tied her long dark brown hair. He thought her eyes were a drop of coffee in a cloud of milk. He was awestruck which made him smile at his son's babysitter.

"Hi! I'm Mark Anderson." he says before stretching his hand out for a handshake.

"Hazel Adair." she says as she takes his hand. Okay another serious talk about how FUCKING SOFT HIS HANDS AREEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hazel thought and squealed internally.

"Miss Adair, how old are you?"

"Um. 19."

"Okay. You're a teen. Anyways, let's go meet my son." he says, walking past of her. She turns around and follows him. 'He really doesn't look like he has a son. I mean he looks so young for that!' Hazel thought as she followed Mark.

They stopped in front of a door and he opened it.

"Daddy!!!" a cute squeal was heard as a cute little boy runs towards Mr. Anderson and hugs his legs. The boy was so cute. His hair was brown and a little messy and his eyes were just like his dad's. His cheeks were so chubby and squishy. His lips were in a cute pout as he hugs his daddy. He was wearing a pastel blue sweatshirt with matching sweatpants.

"Hey buddy! How are you doing?" he gently asks his son smiling brightly.

"I'm doing well daddy." he says very clearly. It sounds very surprising that a kid around 3-4 years old can speak sentences so clearly and perfectly.

"Daddy? Who is this beautiful lady here?" he asks while staring at Hazel with greenish blue doe eyes.

"Baby, meet your new babysitter, Miss Hazel Adair." he introduces.

"Wow!!! Miss Hazel!!!!!!" he shouts as he goes running to her. He spreads his little arms and hugged her legs. He looks up at her with cute puppy eyes. She was happily drowning in his huge ocean of extreme cuteness. She squatted down to his level and hugged him properly. 'He literally smells like blueberries.' Hazel thought.

"Hello sweetheart. It's nice to meet you!" she says as she caresses his chubby cheek with her slender thumb.

"Daddy! Miss Hazel called me sweetheart!" he squealed before cupping her face in his little hands. 'I can now rest in peace after drowning in his ocean of cuteness.' she thought calmly.

"Baby, introduce yourself. She still doesn't know your name." he says to his extremely cute son.

"Oh! Sorry! I was overjoyed. By the way, I'm Aidan Anderson. I'm three years old and I'm in kindergarten. I love to colour and cuddle!" he says spreading his little arms and engulfing Hazel into another hug. She gladly hugged him back.

"I love you already Aidan!" Hazel Adair said after breaking their sweet hug. His doe eyes were sparkling like stars.

"Really?! You love me?!"

"Yes! Who could possibly not love you? You are such a sweet heart!" she exclaimed bopping his little nose. She could see a light shade of pink on his cute cheeks and ears. She laughed at his cute reaction.

"I love you tooooo!!!!!" he screams hugging her again, this time he planted a little kiss on her rosy cheek. He broke the hug as his previous 'slutty' babysitter comes and takes him away. Hazel could see the sadness in his eyes as he bid her bye.

"You're hired." Mr. Anderson says with a cold voice, not making eye contact with her as his one hand was doing something on his phone while his other one was in his pant's pocket. A strand of his silverish blonde hair falling on his forehead. 'WHO THE FUCK ALLOWED HIM TO BE SO FUCKING HANDSOME BY JUST SIMPLY HOLDING A DAMN PHONE AND KEEPING ONE OF HIS HANDS IN HIS POCKET?!?!?' Hazel screamed internally.

"I'm what?" she asked him, being in shock.

"I said you're hired." he said still not making eye contact with her. She was screaming internally but I kept a soft smile on my face.

"You can come at 4pm tomorrow." still not making eye contact with her. 'WHY IS THIS BITCH SO ANNOYING!!!!' Hazel cursed. He turned a bit after being called by the babysitter who took away Aidan. She really didn't notice what she was wearing in the first place. She looked like a slut to her. Super short dress. She was flashing hella lot of cleavage. Dark red lipstick. Winged eyeliner. Hella lot of highlighter and last but not the least high pencil heels. She felt something weird in my stomach after seeing the 'slutty' babysitter.

She called Mark Anderson fucking seductively. She was flirting with him. She seductively comes towards him and Hazel cringes like fuck happened. Like that bitch is seducing him. The next thing which Mr. Anderson did was really not that surprising. She deserved it anyway.

"Bitch stop it! You can't seduce me like that. Stop being a slut first. You disgust me. By the way, you're fired. Get out now please. Miss Adair follow me please." he says as he pushes her and walks past her. She stood there, dumbfounded. Mark felt proud as he walked pass her.

Crocodile tears falling of her caked up face as mascara ruined her hard work on her canvas like face. She ran but stumbled and broke her heels. She took her heels on her hand and ran away. Hazel pursed her plush lips to stop herself from bursting into laughter. She could hear Mark laugh too. He was trying to stop himself from laughing.

They were walking then suddenly Mark stopped and Hazel bumped into his back, falling on her ass.