◤ 𝗗𝗲𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 | pǝjǝkʇǝp |
𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦
𝚂𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍. ◢
↳ The one where (y/n) takes a job as a live in nanny for an emotionally unavailable single father.
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Oh, fuck.
Oh, shit.
Your heart raced, damn near beating out of your chest, as you heard the sultry, deep voice belonging to your client on the other side of the door. Did he hear Yuji's pathetic attempt at phone sex? God, you had half a mind to jump out the damn window if you could.
You quickly straightened up your night clothes, folding your hands over your chest as best as you could, since you had already freed your breasts from their confinement. It was already embarrassing enough that he possibly heard that lewd conversation, let alone if you accidentally flashed him a titty.
You cracked open the door, poking your head out timidly.
"Uh, hello." You smiled awkwardly, not really sure what else to say. You'd better just let him do the talking for now.
"I just wanted to apologize for not saying much when I first arrived. You caught me off guard." He sighs, his face showing little emotion, but you could still manage to hear the sincerity in his voice.
"Just don't want you to think I'm some asshole who-"
His voice trailed off... well, to be honest, you kinda just stopped listening. He could've been giving you his bank account information and you wouldn't have heard a single word of it. You nodded every so often to make it seem like you weren't so obviously entranced.
