Novels by Kittywrites

Maya’s POVFirst days were always nerve-wracking. But this wasn’t just a first day. This was the day.The bus dropped me a few streets away, and I walked the last stretch with my heart beating too fast.My blouse was freshly ironed, my black pants pressed too, but my stomach was in knots.Nora had emailed me the agreement form and instructions last night, and I’d read them over at least a dozen time. Arrival at nine. Polite manners. Dressing neat and appropriate. “Light housekeeping,” whatever that meant.The gate opened soundlessly after I pressed the bell, and I stepped inside.I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to calm down, and knocked gently on the front door, it opened after a moment. A middle-aged woman in a simple uniform stood there, wiping her hands on a towel.“You must be Ms. Torres,” she said with a small smile.“Yes. Good morning.”She gave me a small nod and stepped aside. “Come in. Mrs. Harrington’s expecting you.”I slowly went in with my fingers fidgeting with my bag s

Maya’s POVAs I got back to my apartment, all I wanted was to crawl under my blanket and hide for a week. Or more.Instead, I dropped my bag by the door and stood there in the quiet room, staring at nothing.So that was it.No call back. No “we’ll think about it.” Just a cold, sharp “I don’t want her.”I pressed my lips together and let out a humorless laugh. “Well, good,” I said, talking to no one. “I didn’t want to clean his stupid mansion anyway.”It wasn’t true, of course and I knew it. But it was easier to pretend.The pay had been good — God, it was good — and I had been holding onto that tiny thread of hope that maybe, just maybe, this job could make my life easier.But now… I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or humiliated.I walked further in and sank onto the edge of my bed and buried my face in my hands.The image of him was still burned into my mind, it took a second for me to place is face — He was taller than I remembered. Broader and more masculine. His presence still intim

XAVIER’s POVI didn’t want to be here.Of all the ways I could have spent my morning, babysitting my grandmother at her doctor’s appointment was not my first choice.But she had refused to go to her checkup without me.“You have a driver,” I’d told her. “And if you don’t like the driver, I can send Nora with you.”And the doctor can just come here, I don’t pay him hefty sums just because I feel like doing charity. House calls exist for a reason. But Elena Harrington had simply smiled, that soft, stubborn smile she used to get when I was a boy. “common, I want my grandson to take me. The weather is beautiful today, Xavier. You’ll get to breathe fresh air. Your skin might even thank you for it, you work too much. Walk with me.”Walk with me.“I have meetings waiting for me,” I muttered.“You always have meetings waiting for you.” I had wanted to argue. I had wanted to say that my day was packed, that I didn’t have time to sit in a clinic waiting room, but there was no arguing with he

MAYA’s POV“I still can’t believe you’re doing this,” Sophia said, amusement dancing in her tiny voice.As she sat on my bed, bouncing her legs on the floor, like she’s the one nervous for an interview, watching me dig through my closet for something presentable.“Believe me, neither can I,” I muttered, holding up a plain blouse and frowning at the wrinkles. “A housekeeping job, Soph. Me. Housekeeping. I spent four years in college just to—”“You spent four years in college so you can survive moments like this,” she cut me off gently, then smiled. “And so you can pay rent.”I groaned but couldn’t help laughing a little. “You’re right. The pay is really good. Like… suspiciously good. Who pays this much for a housekeeper?”Sophia giggled, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. “Maybe it’s a celebrity’s house. Or a rich CEO. Or someone who’s secretly building an evil lair.”I shot her a look and shook my head. “You’re not helping.”“You should at least tell Camila to come wi

MAYA’s POVIf one more man snapped his fingers at me tonight, I am going to scream…quietly, of course, because rent would be due soon and I still needed this job.I could feel the bass from the club speakers through my bones as I moved between tables, balancing a tray of drinks. My little toe was stinging in my sneakers with every step, and the smell of spilled beer clung to my clothes. This wasn’t exactly the glamorous life I had pictured for myself when I graduated, but here I was—twenty-four years old, serving drinks to sweaty strangers at midnight.“Hey! Over here!”A man with shoulder length blonde hair snapped at me from a corner booth, like I was a dog and he was calling for his pet.I held back the first reply that popped in my head because that wouldn’t be good so I just plastered on my best fake smile, and hurried over. “What can I get you?”He barely looked at me. “Two more of whatever this is,” he said, waving at his empty glass.“Of course,” I said gently, because arguing