Their Angel

Chapter 3

Angelina's pov

I pat fluffy as he rolls on the floor, I laugh and scratch his tummy.

"Someone's being naughty" I say, grinning.

He barks his agreement.

I laugh.

Then I hide my face, in his stomach.

"My cute baby" I huff.

He licks my hand.

I sigh and glance at my watch.

It's time for me to go.

"Ok, fluff, it's time for me to go. I'll come back soon, don't worry" I say.

But him being him, starts to whine.

"Don't be a brat, I'll be back in no time." I say and stand up, but he practically lie down on my leg, giving me his puppy dog eyes.

"No..not the eyes" I say not looking at him.

I can't take him with me. I'm going to a work place, not in a park.

But I can't resist his dog eyes, he's the only person I've in my life in this lonely world.

I glance at him. He looks like he's about to cry.

"You'll not listen, will you?" I sigh.

"Ok, then, let me bring your leash" I say and he runs toward his leash.

I gave up, what I could have done. The most if I leave him here, he'll scratch the door.

So, yeah I'll have to take him with me.

I get ready, and wear something comfortable yet professional.

I keep my hair down.

Fluffy has his leash in his mouth.

I tie his leash and get make myself mentally prepare.

Ben Rodrigues, I'm going to his company.

What was I thinking?

But I need this job. My writing career is not flourishing for now.

It's not like I'm J.K Rowling and many agents are waiting for me to write a book.

I don't have any Harry Potter idea here, so yeah for safe side I'm gonna need this nanny job and if I don't get this, then I don't know what to do.

"Let's go" I say fluff,as we exit our house.

I move toward my small car, I make fluffy sit in the front seat with seat belt on.

"Safety always first" I say patting hua head.

I move toward driving side, sliding in and starting my car.

As we move, I play the radio and hum whatever is coming out of it.

I love babies, that is something that I can handle. I hope they're not brat.

Rich people children sometimes come out brat, but I hope I don't get brat kids.

After a while, we reach their office. I gasp at the exterior.

*Wow" I whisper.

My neck goes with the big building, and by mistake I hit my head with the window.

I wince, glaring at the window.

Stupid window.