The Escort Man's

DAMN

Oscar, who had just arrived home, immediately threw his body on the sofa and breathed repeatedly. The man also ruffled his own slightly shaggy hair as Oscar had forgotten the last time he went to barbershop.

Oscar rolled his gaze around the house, and then he stopped at Jesslyn's door. Usually the girl will immediately welcome Oscar when he comes home, but this afternoon why is Jesslyn's tumben invisible?

Is that girl sleeping?

Oscar got up, walked up to Jesslyn's door and knocked on her.

"Jess! Call Oscar in those ten years.

"Jesslyn's! Are you sleeping?" Oscar is even louder. Still no answer until Oscar finally took the initiative to push Jesslyn's room door that turned out to be unlocked. Oscar is shocked when he finds Jesslyn's room empty.

Whahuh?

Jesslyn where?

"Osh! You're home yet?" Sapa Jesslyn from the front door immediately made Oscar rush to the girl.

"Where are you from?" Ask Oscar to the point while looking intently at Jesslyn.

"Keeping a toddler in the apartment across the street," Jesslyn replied grimacingly.

"Why is this afternoon? Didn't you say you usually only keep them three to four hours?" Another Oscar who looks angry.

"Both of his parents had an outside event until the afternoon. And they're willing to pay me three times what I used to pay. So I'll just take it." Jesslyn answered honestly.

"Look! We don't have to eat a burger in the next few days. And I can eat more cereal with extra milk!" Jesslyn flaunts the money in her hand at Oscar while exposing Jesslyn's simple desire for breakfast with cereal that Oscar can't realize at all

Holy hooch!

You really suck as a Dad, Oscar!

"You're going to take me to buy some cereal later, right?" Jesslyn asked again a little bit of wooing Oscar.

"Yes!" Answer the short Oscar with a gripping heart as it feels like it failed to fulfill its responsibilities as Dad to Jesslyn.

"You were guarding a toddler from what time?" Ask Oscar again who's been sitting on the couch.

"Four ten in the morning" Jesslyn replied casually as she counted the money in her hand. Oscar again cursed himself who had let Jesslyn work from ten in the morning until now at five in the afternoon. What kind of dad are you, Osh?

Ah, but banning Jesslyn would also be a waste because the girl was so stubborn. Naomi and Oscar of course!

"And I have some good news for you!" Said Jesslyn suddenly who had sat on the sofa beside Oscar and made all the daydreams of the man to be spoiled.

"What's good news?" Ask Oscar curiously.

"I just got a new job for you."

"What kind of job did you get and where did you get it?" Cecar Oscar was always suspicious of Jesslyn.

"Being a cook in a food truck. Working hours from afternoon to evening. So it won't interfere with your main work" Jesslyn said at length.

"Then I'll go to bed if from morning to evening I've been working in the store, then late afternoon to evening you told me to work in the food truck" protested Oscar who seemed to object.

"You sleep from night until morning" Jesslyn answered quickly.

"Yes, you're right!"

"I have to cut back on sleep so as not to get fat," muttered Oscar who only made Jesslyn chuckle. Though actually not without reason Oscar muttered the sentence. Oscar was longing for someone whose face resembled that of the ten-year-old girl in front of him right now. The former frequent and hobby nagging Oscar.

Naomi!

"So, you agreed to take the job, right?" Jesslyn asked once again.

"I'll take it!" Answer the steady Oscar.

"When do I start working?" Ask Oscar again.

"Tomorrow nights!"

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"He's now doing two jobs, Madame! Work in a convenience store from morning to evening, then become a cook in a food truck at night."

"Where does he live?" Ask the forty-year-old blonde woman.

"In a small rental house with his daughter."

"There again?" Ask the man who gave the report.

"No one, Madame Brennen!"

"Go!"

"And keep an eye on them from a distance!" Shoot Aster who still plays the pen in his hand.

Aster waited until the men had left, before the woman had her own monologue.

"We'll see you survive in poverty until when, Oscar!"

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Oscar bit his lower lip as his hand did not stop moving inside the blanket.

Damn indeed!

But Oscar's passion has risen to the top now due to live performances from food truck customers.

Why can people make love in such bushes without worrying that their buttocks will be pricked by thorns or belong to them.

Aarrrgh!

Oscar wondered what it was like.

"Suckers! I need someone's hand!" Oscar grimaced as he continued to sequence his, when suddenly Jesslyn's bedroom door opened from the inside and the girl walked out of her room.

"Oh, fucking double!" Oscar cursed inwardly and hurriedly covered his fullnaked body with a blanket until it passed through the head.

"Suck!" Oscar was still in the blanket.

"Osh! You why?" Ask Jesslyn who Oscar believes is standing next to the sofa right now. Oscar's hand held his own so Jesslyn did not see his position that was still tight.

"It's okay! It's just that I like to sleep like this" Oscar replied reasoned.

"You're not sick, are you?" Jesslyn asked who seemed worried.

"No!" Oscar answered, finally lowering his blanket and showing his face to Jesslyn.

"I'm fine!" Oscar replied grimacingly.

"Why haven't you slept yet, Jess?" Ask Oscar then mince words to Jesslyn who grew up at midnight.

Or maybe Jesslyn always wakes up at midnight and Oscar doesn't know?

Oscar usually goes to bed right after coming home from work in a food truck. Oscar will sleep soundly until the alarm wakes him up in the morning.

"I'm thirsty and want to drink" Jesslyn replied, swinging her steps at the kitchen table not far from the sofa where Oscar was sleeping.

"Custom to provide drinking water by the bed, Jess! So you don't have to leave your room thirsty in the middle of the night!" Oscar gave me advice.

"Why would I leave my room at midnight? Sleep disturbed? Or were you doing something?" Ask Jesslyn who instead looks more like a syndicate to Oscar.

"My insomnia is a relapse," Oscar still reasoned.

Jesslyn, who had finished drinking, came back to Oscar who was still covering her body with a blanket.

"Well, next time I'll bring a drink into the room so as not to bother you!" Jesslyn silenced her before she entered her room again and closed the door.

"Suck!" Oscar was upset because his passion that had soared was not channeled at all and now the head of Oscar really felt dizzy.

How is Oscar going to sleep now?

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