12

Kendell Marano Parker.

As soon as we get in the car, we lose the air. Oh, my God, this car is monstrous, man, better than the first one I got up.

How much is such a scene from here, huh?!

GOOD...

Apart from the magnificent fact that I'm taking a car from rich people, let's go to the part that can lead me to a psychology consultation in a moment because of my sharp madness.

I'm sitting in the front bench, right next to the hot, smelly and beautiful chef for fucking, and I don't know why, but my sight doesn't deviate from the centre of his pants that favors man, if that mast hasn't woken up yet, it means it's as big as I imagine.

Holy God, help me with perdition.

- Kendell... - I agree with my trance with the chef, drawing my attention, that is, drawing my attention more.

- Yes. - I answer.

- The belt. - he says warning me, and still severe, I didn't understand what the stress is.

- Ah, yes. It's okay... - I say putting it. - Everything is already right, you can drive in peace. - I say turning forward.

- Dad, do you know what time Kendell woke us up? - Hugo asks his father.

- At what time? - he asks, already manoeuvring the car to get out of there, and I only looked at his hands behind the wheel with that watch shining on his wrist.

- Four minutes to 5 a.m. - Now the two hot guys talk as if they were complaining.

- And did I hurt? - I question turning my head to face them.

- It's just that we were full of sleep. - they say.

- The problem is not mine, I didn't tell you to move those kids of yours there, instead of sleeping. - I say.

- Even so, we woke up too early. - Kelly manifests herself - That's why the little gift that Dad brought has to be top. - she says, and I knew something like the mouth of this plague was going to come out.

- I mean you, you just came to receive me, because of the gifts is it? - he asks moving some gerlingons there on that beautiful and such panel.

- No, Dad, I was just saying, that the gift should be cool, that's all. - she says and I laughed.

These plagues take me.

- Good morning, sir! - out of nowhere the voice of Teozão echos through the car.

Oh, my God, what is this?

- Good morning Teo, how are you? - the chef speaks.

He's talking to Teozão for the car mano.

That's fancy!

- Everything in order, sir. How did you go on your trip? - he asks.

- Well, thank you. - he answers you. - That's how Teo, you can go home now, I'll take them with me. - he says.

- It's okay, sir. - he says - Good morning! - Téo wishes.

- Good morning! - and the car suddenly makes a "tim".

And that's it.

- Fucking... - babbling alone low, surrendering to rich people.

I've been killing myself for a long time, because the chef was chatting with the plagues of my chir. And I was praying for him not to resign for that little room yesterday, and well, for me to receive my salary even today and go see if I do the things I already know you can do.

I got too stepdaughter, they talk and the conversation of father and hot children is too good for me to meddle and I still have to hold on so as not to look at the beautiful face and the masterful centre volume there from the hot chef but hill.

- Oh... - boring heavy sigh, making him face me for a moment with those penetrating blue eyes. Holy God. - Little chef, you don't listen to music, don't you? - I question you very annoyed.

From nowhere, from nothing, I remember that he is my boss!

- I mean, isn't there music here? - I question trying to reformulate my sentence, argh, I swear I'm trying to improve my crazes.

I swear!

He doesn't answer me, he just clicks on a little button, and starts playing that fashionable song, which I won't even speak, which is in English and I don't understand any of that language.

- I'm the one yeah, i'm the one yeah... - the children start singing right away and I prefer to sing here inside myself to prevent them from laughing at me.

- Don't you no girl, don't you no girl, i am the one for you... - even the hot boss is singing with his children.

And what a fucking Englishman, who I could say that from here.

When they finally stopped singing because the song changed to another in English, they were already speaking, but this time I was scared and boring, because even Kelly was talking, in English. Perfect on top of that.

I want to cry.

- Daddy, you'd like the surprise that we do for you... same? - Hector speaks. - Dad, did you like the surprise we made to you... right?

- Yes son, i'd like, who was the person that turn down for real this idea? - the chef talks and I see the children making faces - i know that you without any carry can think about that. - he says and starts laughing. - Yes son, I liked it, who was the person who made this idea come true? - I know you without some push

- This hurt Daddy. - Kelly now says, but the father faces her temporarily like "okay, I pretend I believe " - but was Kendell that gave us this idea. - she speaks. - That hurts daddy. - But it was Kendell who gave us that idea.

I heard my name now, what did I do? Kelly, are you saying what my daughter is?

This stupid thing is no longer working. They're talking about me and one person doesn't even understand.

The little chef looks at me for a moment and then talks to his children again.

- You'd like her to be our baby sitter? - the boss talks. - Do you like her to be your babysitter?

- Yes! - that did they all speak. - Yes!

Yes, at least I know what it is, but I'm worried, did the little chef ask: Do you want me to size her?

And they answered: Yes!

God help me.

- Dad, I think that she is... is the mom that we never had, i like her like a... mom. - Hugo speaks a little contradictory. - Dad, I think she is... she's the mother we never had, I like her, like her, like a... mother.

Heaven, I don't realise any fucking things, they're talking about what there.

Their father changes his face quickly.

- We too. - Kelly says. - So do we.

- Okay, we do like that, she will still your baby sitter till you said that don't want more, cause was to she get out when i came back, but as you like. - he says and the children scream all happy, me God, what are you screaming there? - Okay, let's do so, she will continue your babysitter until

I give up, I'm realising no fucking shit. It hurts my head.

I follow there in the monster car in a stupid cubicle because the bosses were there speaking English, even the songs were in English, so there was no way.

.

We finally arrived at the monstrously monstrousous mansion.

I get off the car as fast as I can and I'll just go down, to avoid any contact with the little chef ahead of time.

I'm going to open the door of the plagues.

- Take off those belts there changed, let's get in as soon as it's cold outside and inside they have more food. - I say and they laugh leaving. - Come on, come on, let's go. - I accelerate their birds and leave the little chef there, and the others who went to help with the luggage there.

We entered the mansion more beautiful than those scenes in the novel.

- They arrived! - Janaína says coming.

- So we arrived. - Kelly screams by making cutey with her hand around her waist taking me.

- Let's help the boss. - Mrs. Otilia says leaving, all in a hurry and Sandra Janaína and Joana leave.

- Exchange, let's run to the kitchen and steal that chocolate from the dispensation that Mrs. Otília said so as not to eat. - I take advantage, after all, I'll enjoy and tchenecar their chocolates too.

- Come on. - we run to the kitchen and I go into the pantry, pull a stool there to take the chocolate from above, since I'm really short, and take it off.

- Here my children 3 for each one. - I say delivering, eita if I'm not seeing stars in the eyes of these braters. - Let me keep it before Mrs. Otília picks us up. - I say going to guard and by the hood that didn't make me resist I took two more, and promptly.

I get out of there.

- Mouth silent, huh? - I say signalling and they sit down as we finally leave.

They go to the living room and see the little chef entering the monster talking on the phone. While the crazy girls stay there helping to fix things. I would even go if I wasn't avoiding being close to the hot chef.

- Already, I've already arrived mother. - I hear the little chef say. - Okay... kiss! - he says and hangs up with a smile.

Now I shit myself all over.

Fedelha stops looking at the male's face.

- Father, can we call them now? - the Hector questions.

- Yes, they can, but say it's to come much later, I'm tired and I want to sleep. - he says.

- Okay! - he answers and runs to get his cell phone from home and the number schedule next door.

- Father and our presents? - Kelly questions.

- Daughter, wait for your father to talk to Mrs. Otilia, take a shower, wait for the bags to be undone and then I give you, okay? - he asks.

Dad, babysitter, huh?

- Okay! - does she answer - but will it take long? - she questions again by putting her hand on her waist.

I already died!!!

- Not daughter. - he says and she settles.

- Tabon then. - she says and runs away, and before being called, I get a little away.

- Otilia. - he calls her, she settles and heads for the office.

Waoh, waoh, waoh. I'm fucked.

• Liam Blande.

Fucked, it's the word to define me now.

First, I didn't imagine that my pivets would pick me up at the airport that time, it was a very pleasant surprise, it was a great progress, I don't know who those kids left so lazy, at most they would buy a gift for their boycotted father and everything would end there. But this time they surprised me as fuck.

The other surprise was to see the daughter of the babysitter's hoodet, a hottie's whore. Fuck, the woman got hotter and sexier compared to the last time I saw her.

And to close with a golden key, she still managed to play the role of "mother" of my children so well, that now I will have to fuck her hard, in the dag and very tasty.

Because it's pure and simple, I wouldn't do that, because my plans were farewell and continue with my rule of not fucking my employees.

But since I promised, that I would not send the capet's daughter even though my children ask, there will be no other way.

- How did the trip run, Mr. Liam? - Otília asks as soon as she enters my office.

- Well, thank you! - I say sitting down and signalling for her to sit down too. - So, how are things here? - I ask.

- Everything in order. Nothing wrong happened, all the employees masterfully performed the tasks. - she says she's proud of herself.

Otília is my oldest employee, as if she were my other mother. And very responsible, my mother's recommendation.

- Great. - I answer - What about Kendell? How did you behave? - I ask you.

- Kendell? Excellent. He took very good care of the children, they even improved in the execution of the tasks. And she's a good co-worker, too. - she says. What's going on here? Everyone is on the side of the capeta's daughter or what?

- It's okay. - I say. - And... there was no involvement between employees here, didn't I? - I ask, remembering the whole apprehension of the nanny wanting to go with my driver.

- No, sir, why did you know anything? - she questions a little worried.

- No, it was just curiosity. - I say, picking up my checkbook, to pay salaries.

I take the list of salaries of each of my employees and fill out the checks.

- Take it - I deliver the checks to Otília. - you can deliver everyone's salary. - I say and she settles. - After you deliver it to Kendell, you let her know that I want to talk to her. - I say getting up and she gets up too.

- It's okay! - she says.

- And my brothers and nephews will come here today. Do anything there, okay! - I mean.

- You can leave me, sir. - she says and I sign.

We left the office, she goes back to her chores and I go to my room, where I get it all right the way I like it.

I'm going directly to the bathroom, take a shower and then rest before the noise arrives.

• Kendell Marano Parker.

There I was, in Kelly's room.

- Let's have a pyjama party, me, you and my cousins, my cousins, and my uncles, with Aunt Jennifer. - she just chatter.

- And what pyjamas do you want to wear? - question referring to her immense cute pyjamas.

- Of unicorn - she says.

- Oh, my God, this is my favourite guy, he does use it. - I say, taking off my pyjamas and checking on me. - Aii I'm going to steal. - I talk checking if it's not elastic, and she laughs.

- You're fat, you won't even come in. - she says laughs at my face and I show you tongue.

- I'm hot, my daughter, not fat. - I say and soon knock on the door.

- Come in! - we answered and Sandra's head appears at the door.

- They're fun, huh? - she comments - Kendell, Mrs. Otilia is calling us all downstairs. - she warns you.

- Okay, I'm going. - I mean, she sits down and closes the door.

- Here, you separate your things there and then keep it very folded, this from here that you messed up, understand? - I ask.

- Oh, not Kendell! - she's already bursting.

- Neither a, nor b, nor c, my daughter, or you do, or I tell your sovereign papy that someone named Kelly deserves no gift. - I blackmail you.

- It's okay then... - she says going there all demoralised.

- I love you, my dear, kiss. - I say going out.

I go down the stairs fast, fast and go there to the kitchen.

- I arrived. - warning entering the kitchen and they let go of a smile. - What are you picking up? - I ask you beating Joana's shoulder.

- Wages. - she says.

- Opah. - I say rubbing my satisfied hands and they laugh.

- Here. - Mrs. Otílinha, check, bro.

Chic, right, where I worked, I didn't have this check thing, it was really money and that's it, you were there. Whether they assaulted you or not, the problem was already yours.

Quickly my eyes run to the value, and a slutty smile fills my face.

Eita, today there's a banga!

- Thanks! - I say.

- Kendell, Mr. Liam, told you to go to him. - Mrs. Otília says.

What you got now, huh?

- Okay! - I answer, and I turn to Joana. - what are you picking up? - I ask you.

- I have no idea, but don't do any crazy things. - she tells me.

- Hey, I know how to control myself. - I say and she looks at me with the face of "hum, okay, I believe honey" - the only person who will commit crazy here will be you who will shit yourself all when you see the mister Loan. - I tease and go out without waiting for her answer.

I hope the little chef doesn't say goodbye to me.

I knock the door in his office and nobody answers.

I come in and there's nobody. Where is the chef?

I close the door and stop the Hugo who was running I don't know where.

- Hugo, where is your papi? - I question.

- I saw him going to his room. - he responds and doesn't even wait now to crash running.

But because my little chef fucking calls me and goes to the room. To "the" room?

My God, be what your magnificent glory desires.

I go up, all sedentary there.

I get to the door of the master room, master, and knock the door.

Nobody answers anything.

I'll beating again and nothing!

Cheat harder and nothing.

Oh fuck!

I open the door and I don't see anyone, but I'm automatically paralysed by the fucking hill that's this room.

Man, and I think that even my room was nice, this fucking whole thing is cool here.

Guys, I've died horrors now.

Look at all this here!

This bed, what the size is, this bed sheet... my people, the decoration of the fucking, ad curtains, the carpet, the velvet sofa... this gigantic TV on the wall, which should certainly liven up watching some good soap operas.

This rug! Man, and look at how many doors inside...

Wait, the door opened...

Wait, my chin fell...

Wait, the little chef is on a towel...

What the fuck?! HE is in towel.

Son of a hood...

Shit, what is it... all that over there?

It looks like those images that we only notice in the magazine like this from the bofes models, from the cat actors on TV.

But man, not like that.

The towel is tied to his waist, displaying his V in that country near the abdomen, yours, 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8, face 8 perfect squares situated in your belly, caralhooo. The breastplate has now died for good, strong in a fucking thing, muscular and turned arms.

He hasn't noticed me yet, because he's cleaning his beautiful hair with another towel.

- Jesus... - babbling in the intention of calming me down, but I just draw your attention.

( ... )

Eita, isn't it getting hot? I know it's. What are you thinking? What's it going on? Leave your ideas there about what the next chapters will look like, what you thought of this one, and put the stars there.

Kiss loves. I love you.