Love My Baby Sitter

On a quiet night, Samuel had just arrived home after attending a fancy company party. His legs were a little wobbly from the effects of the alcohol he had consumed throughout the night. Although he was known for his firm and in-control attitude, tonight Samuel had let himself get carried away by the drink.

When he entered his grand house, silence greeted him. The lights in the living room were already off, and only a small glow from a table lamp in the corner of the room lit his way.

Samuel walked slowly towards the living room, but his steps stopped when he heard light footsteps coming from the kitchen. Curious, he decided to see who was still awake at this late hour.

Arriving in the kitchen, he found his babysitter, **Clara**, who was tidying up the leftover snacks that had not been tidied up. She seemed focused on her task, unaware of Samuel's presence.

"Clara...," Samuel called in a hoarse voice.

Clara was shocked and immediately turned her head. "Mr. Samuel? You just got home?" she asked anxiously, seeing her boss's clearly drunk condition.

Samuel approached slowly, his eyes not leaving Clara's figure standing in front of him. There was something different in Samuel's gaze this time, something that made Clara feel uncomfortable but also unable to look away.

"Yeah, just now... are you still working?" Samuel said softly, his voice sounding heavier than usual.

Clara nodded slowly, "I just wanted to make sure everything was neat before going to bed."

Samuel stared at her with an intensity that made Clara's heart beat faster. Without a word, he moved closer, the distance between them closing. Clara could feel the warmth of Samuel's body as he approached, the faint scent of alcohol on his breath.

"Clara..." he whispered softly but with emphasis, "you are very beautiful tonight."

Clara was stunned. Those words made her stunned, Samuel had never spoken to her in this tone before. Clara tried to step back a little, but Samuel's hand that suddenly touched her waist made her stop.

"Mr. Samuel..." Clara tried to speak, but her voice sounded weak. Samuel's gaze was so strong, as if he was trying to read every corner of her face.

"Shut up..." Samuel whispered, his fingers gently lifting Clara's chin, forcing her eyes to look directly into his. "I want you tonight."

Clara didn't know what to do. Feelings of fear and strangeness mixed within her. On one hand, she felt trapped, but on the other hand, there was a sense of curiosity and interest that she couldn't explain.

"Mr. Samuel, I don't think this is...," Clara's words were cut off when Samuel brought his face closer, his lips only inches from Clara's. "This is wrong...," he tried to warn, but his voice was getting softer.

"Shh...," Samuel cut her off again, this time more firmly, before his lips finally touched Clara's. The touch was soft but passionate, as if Samuel was pouring out all his pent-up feelings.

Clara was shocked, but the warmth of the kiss made her forget everything. Unconsciously, she returned Samuel's kiss, her hands starting to circle around the man's neck.

Their kiss deepened, filled with long-hidden passion. Samuel pulled Clara closer, their bodies almost closing in on each other. Clara could feel Samuel's rapid heartbeat, in time with her own.

"I want you, Clara...," Samuel whispered between their kisses, his hands starting to explore Clara's body gently, but full of desire.

"Mr. Samuel...," Clara tried to stop herself, but her body felt weak, as if every fiber of her being wanted what Samuel was offering.

Samuel didn't give Clara a chance to think further. He lifted Clara in his arms, carrying her to the nearest room. Clara's mind was in turmoil, between wanting to fight and give in to the current of such strong feelings.

Once in the room, Samuel gently lowered Clara onto the bed. His eyes were filled with lust, but also with a warmth that Clara had never seen before. Without a word, Samuel began to unbutton his shirt, each movement as if done with full awareness of what was about to happen.

Clara could only stare, still not believing what was happening. But when Samuel moved closer, touching her with such an intimate touch, she knew there was no turning back.

That night marked the beginning of a complicated relationship between Samuel and Clara, a relationship that began with a hidden attraction, but was full of unexpected consequences.

Morning light began to creep through the slightly open curtains, illuminating the quiet room. Clara woke up with a heavy feeling in her chest, her eyes puffy from crying all night. Her body still ached, not only physically but also mentally. What happened last night continued to haunt her mind, making her feel trapped in a never-ending cycle of suffering.

Beside him, Samuel began to stir. When he opened his eyes, flashes of that night's events immediately flooded his mind. But there was no regret in his eyes-only a piercing coldness, as if what had happened was something trivial.

Clara blinked, trying to hold back the tears that welled up again. But Samuel, without a shred of empathy, sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her with a sharp gaze.

"Are you crying?" Samuel asked in a flat voice, almost without emotion.

Clara didn't answer. She just lowered her head, her small hands tightly gripping the blanket covering her almost naked body.

Samuel snorted softly, as if Clara's crying was annoying. "There's no point in crying, Clara. What happened last night... was just a mistake."

Clara flinched at those words. In her eyes, last night's events were more than just a mistake-it was a terrible nightmare. But how could she resist Samuel, the man who had complete power and control over her life?

"Please..." Clara whispered in a trembling voice, "don't tell anyone."

Samuel stared at him sharply before nodding slowly. "Of course not. This will be our secret," he said, his voice cold. "No one is allowed to know about this, understand?"

Clara could only nod weakly, tears flowing down her cheeks again.

Samuel stood up and walked to the bathroom without a word. The bathroom door closed with a loud thud, as if to confirm his indifference.

In the bathroom, Samuel stood under the shower, trying to wash the remnants of last night off his body. He closed his eyes, letting the cold water run over his skin, but nothing could erase the image of Clara's crying face from his mind. Even though he was a man known for his ruthlessness in business, there was something that made him feel uneasy this time-something that made his heart waver a little.

However, when Samuel came out of the bathroom, all those doubts disappeared. His eyes turned cold once again when he saw Clara still lying on the bed, sobbing. He felt annoyed.

"Why are you still here?" Samuel asked in a harsh and cold tone.

Clara raised her head and looked at Samuel with tear-filled eyes. "Mr. Samuel... my clothes..." her voice was barely audible, "... are torn."

Samuel rolled his eyes, then reluctantly walked to the wardrobe. He pulled out a long shirt and pants, then threw them on the bed, close to Clara.

"Put this on," he said in a commanding tone, "and get out of this room."

Clara took the clothes Samuel gave her with trembling hands. She knew there was no point in arguing or asking for more from a man who clearly didn't care about her feelings.

As Clara slowly began to put on the clothes she had been given, Samuel looked away. His eyes were on the window, but his mind was blank, not wanting to think about what he had just done or what was going to happen next.

In a few minutes, Clara finished dressing. Without looking back, she stood up with a trembling body and walked out of the room, leaving Samuel alone in the suddenly very cold room.

That morning, the sun had just risen on the eastern horizon, illuminating the grand house where Clara now lived and worked. Clara, who was still feeling depressed after the incident some time ago, tried hard to go through her day calmly, especially since she had to take care of Leo, Samuel's young son.

Leo, with his curly blond hair and big blue eyes, is an energetic child who always makes the atmosphere more lively. Although Samuel is his biological father, Leo has grown closer to Clara because of Samuel's often cold and distant presence. Today, as usual, Clara is sitting in the living room with Leo, helping him build a tower of wooden blocks on the floor.

"Mama Clara, look! I made a tall tower!" Leo exclaimed excitedly, his innocent face radiating with pride.

Clara smiled softly, trying to hide the pain that still haunted her heart. "Well done, Leo. You're so smart."

Leo paused for a moment and looked at Clara seriously, "Mom, what else are we going to play later?"

Clara gasped when she heard Leo call her "Mom". Although Leo had called her that for a long time, this time it felt different, considering what happened between her and Samuel. She felt trapped between her love for Leo and the complicated situation with her father.

Before Clara could answer, the sound of the door opening roughly made them both turn. Samuel entered the room with a cold expression, his blue eyes staring at Clara with an unreadable gaze.

"Leo, come here," Samuel ordered loudly, causing Leo to freeze and look at his father with a little fear.

Clara immediately stood up, trying to explain, "Mr. Samuel, we were just playing. Leo-"

"Shut up," Samuel cut in sharply. "I didn't ask what you were doing."

Clara was silent, her heart pounding. Leo, who felt the tension, slowly approached Clara, holding Clara's hand tightly.

"I asked why Leo called you 'Mama,'" Samuel continued, his voice full of suspicion. "What did you teach him?"

Clara shook her head quickly, feeling cornered. "Mr. Samuel, I never taught him. Leo... he did it himself-"

"Don't lie!" Samuel snapped, causing Clara to take a step back. "My child would never call a nanny 'Mom'."

Leo looked at his father with teary eyes, not understanding why Samuel was angry. "Papa, I like Mama Clara... Mama is good."

Samuel turned his face away, as if he didn't want to hear Leo's words. "You're still young, Leo. You don't understand."

Clara bit her lip, heartbroken to see Leo so confused and scared. However, she knew that arguing with Samuel would only make things worse.

"Leo, why don't you play with the blocks anymore? Mama Clara will be here soon," Clara tried to calm Leo down, even though she herself felt nervous.

Leo looked at Clara with sad eyes, but he obeyed and sat back down on the floor, carefully starting to build his tower again.

After Leo turned away, Samuel approached Clara, his voice turning softer, but still cold. "Listen, Clara. Don't ever think you can take Leo's biological mother's place. You are just a nanny. Remember that well."

Clara lowered her head, not daring to look at Samuel. "I understand, Mr. Samuel."

Samuel snorted and turned towards the door, but before he left, he turned back to Clara. "And one more thing, Clara... Don't let Leo get too close to you. I don't want my son to be confused about who his real parents are."

Clara just nodded slowly, feeling devastated by Samuel's words. When Samuel left the room, Clara sat back on the floor, trying to hold back the tears that were about to fall. Leo, who had been watching Clara from a distance, walked over again and hugged her tightly.

"Mama Clara, don't be sad," Leo whispered innocently. "I'll make a tall tower for Mama."

Clara hugged Leo tightly, feeling how heavy the role she had to play in this house was-a mother to Leo, but still nothing more than a nanny in Samuel's eyes.