Chapter 1

Life can be really miserable at times. Have you ever sat down and thought about who your prince charming is? well, I do that a lot and it is really frustrating, like can he just show up already?

My name is Treasure Donald, I am twenty two years old and this is my story.

Walking alone down this damn sloppy road, I imagine myself bumping into a very handsome, sexy and rich young man guess who TYLER JAMES WILLIAMS and hold on a bit, I have got a thing for men around the age of thirty and above and if you haven't noticed, I am not a Justin Bieber fan. I am a TYLER JAMES WILLIAMS fan...how can one be so handsome and cute like him? still can't find answers to that

I am so sure you are curious about my family, well my mum left my dad and I when I was just eight years old, how wicked. And since then my dad tells me everyday how he doesn't like me and I am the worst, I don't know what I did to him like who can hate such beauty like me HA. I had to hear that everyday for like ten years so I grew tired of it and left home.

Oh yea, you might be thinking I am so poor and I can't take care of myself but sorry to burst your bubbles, ever since I left home four years ago, I worked hard everyday and I have saved enough and yea I have a little but decent apartment to myself and I am done with college, I just need a decent job to which I'm still applying for.

It's been a month since I took on this Cafe Job and it's a little bit boring.

However, a couple days ago I was locking up the Cafe when I saw my father approach the Cafe, probably trying to curse me out again or make me come back home, afraid I would become extremely rich without him....very funny

Well, I ran and left for my apartment just before he had the chance to talk to me. I just wish my father would stop trying to contact me, like I don't get it.... he hates me so much so what exactly does he want from me? well still trying to figure that out.

The next day, I am back at the Cafe to hand in my resignation letter and my boss is really mad at me but I just have to leave so that my father would figure out that I need my peace. I hope he does, because he doesn't listen well to others.

And yea... I am jobless now and I have nothing important to do. Well, I'm thinking about babysitting. A man had emailed me via the website I had set up, asking me to babysit his son for him. he had offered a shit load of money so obviously I agreed. Who wouldn't?

I got out of the taxi and walked to the house where I was supposed to babysit the child.

"Holy shit this dude is rich" I said aloud as I laid my eyes on the huge mansion. I never knew these type of houses actually existed in real life. Who am I kidding? It was huge and even had a pool at the front.

I hope I don't get to fall into the pool because I really can't swim and I don't wish to drown like ever.

I reached the front door and rang the doorbell excited to see what the inside of the house looks like.

"Behave yourself Treasure" I warn myself

"who the hell is at my door?" I hear a man's voice from inside say

"oh wow, I guess I am working for a rich, rude-ass boss" I murmur to myself

The door was angrily whipped open to reveal the least and last person I had expected.

"Life can be fun at times"

"You are two minutes la-" the man began only for his eyes to soften and jaw to unclench as he made eye contact with me

"I guess I am that beautiful...YAAAAH" I smiled as I thought

"uhmm what are you doing here?" he asked and frowned

"what is his problem?" I thought still confused at his question

"I was supposed to meet a babysitter right now so what is a young lady doing at my door?" he continued

"I- well you asked me to babysit your son Mr. Tyler" I said pretending not to know he is- and yes you guessed right, my one and only famous TYLER JAMES WILLIAMS.

"You are Treasure?" he asked confused

"what now...was he expecting a very old and ugly lady? well sorry to disappoint him, I'm just too beautiful"

"Of course I am Treasure Donald, people call me Tresh but that doesn't make any sense so I prefer my name Treasure" I shrugged.

"I will call you Tresh then" he said his eyes never leaving mine.

"oh well, I think he is crazy... crazy people everywhere" I thought to myself

"I just said I don't like to be called Tresh because it doesn't make any sense" I retorted

"uh... well I am your boss so you have to answer to whatever I decide to call you whether you like it or not" he replied his face stoic

"so rude" I thought, my eyes never leaving his either but he is just too cute...meow

"is that clear?" he asked bringing me back to reality and I nodded.

"so why did you leave your last job?" he asked letting me into his wonderful and beautiful mansion

"uhm, I- it wasn't paying well and then you offered me this job plus the pay is really great so I decided to quit working there and come work for you" I lied

"well it's not really I lie" I thought

"I am Tyler James Williams and this is my son Trent Alexander Williams" he said and turned around only to find a little cute boy who looked like a five year old.

"I will leave him to you, I have got some important work I need to attend to immediately" he said and turned to leave but paused

"I'll come down in a couple hour to serve dinner" he finished and left without waiting for my reply

"Noted" I said not sure if he heard me... definitely rude.

"You're so pretty" Trent said as I sat down next to him; an adorable smile forming on his lips.

"Aww such cuteness" I giggle