Help me.

Please send help.

I let Darlene give me a makeover. Oh god, I look terrible. I have red lipstick smeared across my mouth, black eyeshadow dashed around my eyes and let's not even talk about my white foundation. Oh my god, I'm the Joker. No really, I am.

Before removing off my makeup and uploading a picture on Snapchat, I thanked Darlene for the new look and exited her room. Walking down the hallway, I saw George who gasped and placed a hand on his chest. Guess he didn't recognize me.

"Holy shite! You gave me quite a fright, Bonnie! What happened to your face?"He let out a deep breath as his hand was still was on his chest.

"Darlene gave me a much needed makeover. Thank god! Now I can finally look good when I fight Batman."I joked as I ruffled up the curly mess I called hair.

George shut his eyes as he let out a hearty laugh. He combed back his dark gray hair with a smirk on his face."You know you're the first nanny to let her do that? All the other ones would tell her no and that they didn't have the time or they didn't want to ruin their makeup."

"Eh, I don't mind. I rarely wear it anyway."I smiled and entered the nearby bathroom. I turned on the sink and let it run for a few seconds because when it's first on it's either hot as hell hot or hell froze over cold so I wait for a second. I grabbed a dark rag and decided to go to work on removing my makeup.

While removing half of the makeup I looked into the mirror and was tempted to sing Reflections from Mulan but I will not. Through the mirror, I looked at my surroundings. The whole room was white. White floors, white walls, white everything. Next to the sink was a bay window that overlooked the garden- there's a garden here? Shit. But the porcelain throne sat behind me next to a door. Huh, they have a closet in their bathroom? How nice.

Looking at this immature, devastatingly gorgeous girl in the mirror, I started to take in features I never noticed. My baby hairs, the tiny patch of hair forming between my eyebrows from not getting them groomed, a few blackheads on my nose. I really need to take care of myself again.

Back to work! After five minutes or so I finally got it all off. There was a bit of white foundation stuck on my hairline but I'll wash my hair later and get it out. Suddenly the "closet door" behind me opened and in walks a half-naked Mr. Kane with a towel wrapped around his lower half. I need a second to just appreciate those abs and pecs and biceps. Just everything......Wow. Jesus Christ, he's built like an Avenger. Just pure muscles everywhere, holy shit. And I'm staring....Well, I'm not gonna stop now. He turned his back towards me to lock the door. Huh, nice butt...I could already imagine the scratches all over his smooth back from- okay that's enough from my disgusting brains. Does he even know I'm here?...Say something, idiot! Tell him you're here before he takes off the towel-Well I mean if it happens, it won't be the worst thing.

"Bonnie! You scared me. What are you doing in my bathroom?"He asked me as I stood there with a washrag in my hand tainted with red, white and black makeup.

"Dar-Darlene gave me a makeover. I just wanted to wash my face."I just could not stop staring at him because I am shocked that he looks this good. Wow. Wow. But he stared at my face also. I probably look terrible.

"Oh...oh! Okay! She did the makeup already?"He scratched his blonde hair as he looked at me clutching the rag.

"Yeah."

"So you're not wearing any makeup right now?"

"Not a drop. I probably look like a monster huh?"I laughed as he laughed with me.

"Far from. You look....pretty....pretty."He blushed as he pressed his lips together. My boss called me pretty. Not weird at all."I uh was going to take a shower but you can fin-"

"Oh no! I'm all done here! Shower all you want!"I smiled heading towards the door. I didn't want to go because I wasn't done staring.

"Oh, and you're welcome to come to the banquet tomorrow."

"Awesome!"I then thought about the date I was supposed to have with Cotton."Actually, can I bring a date?"

"A date? Uh, sure. Sure. Who's the uh lucky guy?"

"Cotton."

"Cotton?"

"Cotton as in Darlene's dance instructor?"I tried to jog his memory but it wasn't working.

"Cotton the ballet guy?"

"Yeah. Him. I mean it's nothing too serious but we had a date tomorrow. That's not a problem that I'm seeing him right?"

"N-no! No. Not a problem at all... I'm going to shower."He said looking at me up and down. I nodded and left the bathroom without a word. I don't know why but I feel...funny. Especially after telling him about Cotton. It felt weird. I don't really know Mr. Kane well enough but we bonded the night we watched Rick and Morty together. Here, let me give you a flashback.*Que weird flashback sound effect*

The Other Night

"That was an amazing episode. Thank you for inviting me to watch it."He looked at me."Do you think Mr. Poopybutthole was serious with the year and a half thing?"

"Okay one: never say his name again, you sound ridiculous! And two: I think he's super cereal."

"Al Gore, South Park? I should have known you watch that too."

"Do you?"I asked with raised brows. He gave me a boyish smirk that set my cheeks on fire...The cheeks on my face.

"Of course. I've been watching it since I was in high school. I remember the very first episode where Cartman was anally probed by aliens. Classic."He smiled, probably reminiscing.

"Wow, I didn't know South Park came out in the 1950's!"I joked.

"Ouch. I'm not old, I'm only 37."

"Yeah, and my parents are 41."I smiled.

"So they were young parents too. Because you're 25. You turn 26 in February."He said and I looked at him because I never told him that."Background check. But I was a young parent too."

"Yeah. My parents had me first when they were 16....They're high school sweethearts."

"I was 22 but still pretty young because I was fresh out of college where I met my ex-wife and I didn't take anything seriously. At a young age I had to run a business, my father's business which was really stressful. Me and Tess were still in the puppy love stage so were all over each other. Every chance we got, we took. We didn't know what careful was but I don't regret any of my children."He told me as he loosened up his tie. I got from under my covers and laid across the foot of the bed. He was opening up to me and I didn't want him to stop.

"Did your ex regret them?"I asked with both hands holding my head up as I laid on my stomach. He let out a sigh meaning that I struck a nerve.

"She said she did once when she was drunk but she's an awesome mother to our children."

"If you don't mind me asking- and you don't have to answer but why did you guys divorce?"I asked because I started thinking about my own parents.

"It's fine...We divorced because...because she started having an affair with some guy she met in France."He said as I let out a gasp. Who would ever cheat on this Greek god of a man?! Not only is he gorgeous but he has a kick ass personality. I mean he's not perfect so he probably has some flaws but who doesn't? That what makes a person great; when they are aware of their flaws.

"Oh shit. She threw away her marriage for a fling. Wow. What happened to the French dude?"

"She married him."

"Shiiiit dude! I'm sorry for asking."I felt really bad for asking that question. I should just shut the fuck up. Stupid Bonnie, stupid!

"No no no! It's fine, I'm over it now. We divorced three years ago. I'm fine.....How are your parents?"

"Separated but I think something is going on between them again. I hope so."I smiled at the thought of them. They were always happier together so I never knew what the real problem was but whatever it is I think they might overcome it.

"Well, I hope so too even though I don't know them. I wouldn't want them to ever experience a divorce. Divorces run in my family."He joked as he gave me a sincere smile that made me blush instantly."My great grandparents got a divorce, my grandparents got a divorce and my parents got a divorce. Good thing is we only experience one divorce so if I were to get married again I'd be fine."

"W-would you get married again?"I blushed once again and put my head down but looked at him through my long eyelashes.

"Maybe when I meet the right girl. I mean woman."I looked up at him and he was blushing too. We just looked at each other for a few seconds. It wasn't weird but kind of....comforting?"I've dated but nothing ever stuck. It's probably me. Maybe I'll never get married."

"Hey! Don't do that to yourself! You are awesome and deserve some good lovin'. Someone out there is gonna be able to give that to you. They might be far or they might...be...close."I started smiling because he was smiling. He had this smile that made you wanna smile because it was so nice. So charming.

"Hopefully, Ms. Sinclair."He smirked as he looked around the room."I see you got your instruments in order."

"Of course. You got any?"I asked sitting up as he stood.

"Actually I do. Follow me."He walked out the door as I struggled to put on longer pants. I stumbled out the door and bumped into him as I was about to fall but he held me up with both hands on my arms.

"Sorry. I'm clumsy"

"No problem. You almost fell for me. In front of me! You almost fell in front of me."He laughed as did I.

"Geez, god forbid I fell for you. That would be embarrassing to fall for my boss. I'd probably fall head first. Or on my ass."I chuckled as I regained my footing then followed right behind him."Thanks for catching me."

"Not a problem. Wouldn't want you getting hurt on the job. I don't feel like getting sued."He smiled back at me as we walked down the stairs.

"Ohhhh you got jokes?"I smirked back while walking behind the tall, gorgeous man. We walked through the living room to another staircase I've never seen before. Well, I haven't been here very long. We walked down the stairs to a dim area where there was a bright red door. He turned the doorknob and opened the door then we entered the dark ass room. If this was a horror movie, I would be dead right now.

"Welcome to my man cave."He said flicking the light switch but literally nothing happened.

"Hmm it's kinda dark but I'm totally getting the manly vibes."I smirked as he groped the wall for the light switch.

"Wrong light switch."He felt around some more.

"Yeah, what you're feeling up is most definitely not the wall."

"Oh god! I'm so sorry!"He immediately pulled back his hand. I could only imagine his face right now.

"It's cool. It was only my entire face. Let me help."I felt the wall once and flipped up the light switch to find my boss standing right in front of me. He was just really, really close. I mean I like my personal space but when you're around extremely gorgeous men every day, it doesn't matter much.

"Oops sorry. I'm actually pretty impressed you were able to find it on your first try. Nice."He smiled at me. The room had deep green walls with a gray carpet. There was a pool table, a Foosball table, and a grand piano. To the left, was an entire bar minus the bartender. And then there was a fridge. I think I'm in heaven.

"This place is awesome. I should totally have something like this."I walked over to the pool table and touched the balls... The balls on the table. The pool balls. My dad actually taught me how to play pool when I was 12. We spent half of that summer playing pool and making bets. I also made $100 that summer. My dad doesn't play for money with me anymore.

"You should. Come sit with me here."He sat down on the piano bench and waited for me to join him. I rolled my eyes and sat on the bench."I'm going to play a song that I taught myself. It was always my favorite."

He smiled at me and placed his hands on the ivory keys. He closed his eyes as he began to play. The way he touched the keys was so gentle, he treated them like a valuable crystal figurine. It amazed how well he played and focused he was on the song. It's like at this moment he was actually in a whole other world. I wanted to be apart of what he was feeling with this song- to be one with it. So I started to play on my end adding my own twist on Frank Sinatra's My Way. My grandfather loved Frank Sinatra when I was a kid, he always played it. Sadly he can't anymore. Someone fucked up his vinyls but I'm gonna show him all about Spotify and Pandora. It's gonna blow his old ass mind! Back to the song.

"Wow. You're really good."He said with his eyes still on his hands.

"You're not too bad. I mean I'm like Beethoven right now and you're.... totally not."I poked at him as I also focused on my hands as we were close to the ending of the song. Hearing him chuckle made the corner of my lips rise a little. Finally, we reached the emotional end of the song and we both just kind of...stared at this amazing thing. We just did something totally awesome because of it."That was pretty fucking dope. Oh, I'm sorry for cursing! I'm really not aware of when I do it so I apologize if I've done it before and I didn't notice."

"Don't apologize. We're grown-ups, we can curse. And I agree, that was pretty fucking dope."He stood up and walked over to the bar. I could really use a drink right now."Want a drink?"

"I thought you'd never ask. Just some whiskey would be good."

"How do you want it?"

"On the rocks."I smiled, grazing my hand back and forth on the keys while he set up our drinks. I walked over and got mine when he poured into a small glass and sat down on the bar stool. I turned around and looked at the piano until something caught my eye.

"Uh, hey...You play the guitar too?"I eyed the black guitar case in the corner of the room, next to the piano.

"Yup."He said making himself a drink, a cocky grin on his face. Now I see where Troy gets it from. I took a gulp of the drink and let it burn my throat.

"Then how come you never taught Troy? He's really interested in playing."I swirled around the brown liquid in my glass. This glass was really fucking clean. What kind of dishwashing liquid does he use to get it this shiny? The tears of a virgin? 'Cause that would be some pure shit.

He stopped what he was doing and just looked at me."Troy wants to learn? I never knew that."

"When was the last time you and Troy actually had a real talk?"I put down my drink to really focus on him because I really do want to know. I like getting to know about people. I like to let them know that learning things about them is really important to me.

"Ummm... I'm afraid I can't answer that, Bonnie."This time he didn't meet my eyes. Once again, I've struck a nerve but I have noticed that since I started working here, I've seen less and less of him."I haven't a one on one with any of them in a long time."

"You gotta talk to them, Mr. K. I know you're a busy businessman but your kids need you too. I'm here to help you raise them, not do it alone."I placed my hand on top of his but quickly removed it when I was shocked.

"I understand. I really do love my kids with all my heart, even if raising them can be tough but I want to be there for them also. I want to be the best dad possible but I guess I'm just scared that they'll actually hate me.....Bonnie, thank you so much for taking this job. I don't know what I'd do without you."He smiled at me once again, that lovely smile.

"Probably ripping out your hair while crying in a corner."I gave him back a smile as my curls blocked my vision. This always happened. All the time but after sometimes you barely notice."Shit, I'm tired. I better get to bed. I gotta drive the kids to school in the morning...It was nice talking to you, Mr. Kane."

"You too. It's nice to actually talk to someone that listens."Mr. Kane looked up at me with those eyes once again. He gave me one last smile for the night as I walked over to the door.

"And by the way, you have nothing to worry about. They love you. Don't be scared, just be there for them."And then I disappeared out the door.

*End of Flashback*

Phew, that was a lot but at least I bonded with my boss for the night which was actually pretty bitching. In all honesty, I kinda like working here, it's not too-

"BONNIE, DARLENE WAS IN MY MAKEUP!"I heard Rebecca scream from Darlene's room.

"Troy said I could use it! He gave it to me!"

"She said she wanted to be a clown so what better use for the makeup you don't use."Troy spoke up and he was also in the room.

"I do use it, you meathead."She growled back.

"Seriously? And you still look like this?"He scoffed."Get your freaking money back or invest in something heavier, like special effects makeup....Naaah, that's not enough. You should go see Dr. Shiloh."

"I will bludgeon you until I see the empty space inside your skull."Rebecca threatened him. Should I intervene?....30 more seconds.

"If you touch me, I will sue you for attempted murder."

"Trust me. It'll be manslaughter."

"Booooonniiiiieee!"Darlene shouted out to me as Tom and Jerry were about to kill each other. I sighed and leaned off the door. I love breaking up two teenagers fighting. It is the highlight of my god damn day. This is my entertainment when I'm not watching TV but hey, at least no one is getting hurt in these fights.

"OWW! You broke my fingernail, you egg!"Troy hollered as Rebecca was mostly likely kicking his ass.

This is gonna be fun, at least tomorrow at the banquet I won't have to deal with prepubescent kids trying to scratch each other's eyes out..... I have a strong feeling that I will have to deal with that. My life as a nanny.

Fuck.

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