CEO and angel

while I was helping to set up the instruments, I went the wrong way at one point and got lost until I heard my boss yelling. Since Ângelo is covering the dressing rooms for me,

ard your boss. Take off your blouse — he determines. - What? Are you crazy? He's not my pimp to lend me like that. And don't even think about saying that again. I'll rip your balls off in the blink of an eye. His deep laugh fills the room, and I'm even more outraged that he finds it funny. — I'd love to do what you're thinking, but I have love in my balls. I need your t-shirt because that little brat over there ruined mine with his pee. — Why are you hiding here? - I do not have time now. When I get back, I'll explain everything. Your t-shirt, please, miss. I promise not to look at your breasts. At least, not much. - You fool. — I pull it over my head, happy that I chose a skin-colored tank top to wear underneath today. — Is this the favor you need? — Don't you understand yet? — He puts the shirt over his arms, then puts his head in and it's not as small as I imagined. Lucky for him I'm not wearing a babylook like yesterday. — You will be my nanny. Not mine, not his. — He points, and I look at the baby who even stopped crying to enjoy the discussion. — But... — I look back at the door, but the idiot has already disappeared. - Motherfucker. —Dadada. — I end up giving in to the toothless smile that the big boy directs at me. — Shall we put on a diaper? Apparently, your mother doesn't have any sense for leaving you with a crazy person like that. — I tear down all the equipment and get down on my knees in front of him. — What's your story, huh, handsome? — I ask the question rhetorically, since it is obvious that I will not receive an answer. Now it remains to be seen which handsome guy I'm talking about. CHAPTER 3 | YAGO — He has arrived. — Nic points, and all heads turn in my direction. — Is this all longing? — I joke to try to avoid the scolding. — Where were you, Yago? — Úrsula shoots me, but I don't need to respond, because her eyes focus on the t-shirt I'm wearing. It's not absurdly small, but it's a lot shorter than the ones I usually wear. It was lucky the girl wasn't wearing somethi