All Chapters of I Hired My Favorite Stripper to Be My Nanny: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MayaI was up before dawn. 6:00 a.m. Amazing. Considering I’d spent the last eighteen months of my life, crawling into bed at three a.m. (with makeup still on my face and a little shame in my heart) and not getting out of it until 12 noon, this was almost a miracle.Almost.In truth, it was the nerves.I was nervous as fuck. My stomach was in knots, my hands were clammy, and if I have anything for breakfast before leaving, I'll most likely empty the contents of my stomach on the face of the first person I saw when I got there. Definitely didn't want that.I'd booked a room for the night at the diner last night, and now I stood in front of the stained mirror accessing my features. Still as beautiful as always. Lovely hazel eyes and a wonderfully dimpled smile that hopefully made me look innocent enough that no one would even imagine I'd ever been a stripper.I brushed, cleaned—as much as possible without a proper shower—and redid my makeup three times. And then I forced my strawberry

MayaMy first six months at the Midnight Casino had gone like this.He'd show up every Friday night around 10: p.m., pay for a private show, and until I closed around 3:00 a.m., I was his.Wholly.“Tease your nipples for me, carino,” he murmured, watching me closely.God, his voice. It did crazy things to me.“Like this?” I purred, tweaking my nipples and I could hear his breathing turn uneven.“Just like that,” he groaned like he was in pain. But he never touched himself. Not once. He never even brought it out. And I was sure it wasn't because it was… small… with the way it strained against his pants—so why…?“They’re so pretty, Cherry.” He wet his lips, still concentrating on the movement of my fingers around their hardened peaks. “So… pink. I bet they taste heavenly.”So taste them, I wanted to say… but he never let things go that far. If this was his way of being respectful, it was driving me fucking crazy!He was paying huge money—so fucking use it!I wanted him to touch me.I

Maya's Pov I didn’t even think before moving forward. I rushed toward him, my steps quicker than I expected, my heart thudding with worry.“Hey… hey, are you alright?” I asked softly.Instinctively, I reached out and placed my hand on his forehead, wanting to check his temperature, to feel for fever or anything out of the ordinary. It felt like the only thing I could do.But before my fingers could even settle, he slapped my hand away.The sound wasn’t loud, but it echoed through the room. His little face twisted into something that looked disturbingly close to disgust. He stared at me like I had no right to be anywhere near him.“Who are you?” he demanded, his voice was clearer and sharper now. “Why are you sitting on the same bed as me?”I froze for a moment, caught off guard by how fiercely he looked at me. I scrambled up from the bed immediately, nearly tripping over myself in the process. My hands flew to my sides, fingers trembling a little.“I—I’m sorry,” I blurted out. “I di

Maya's Pov Luca’s voice was still ringing in my ears long after he stopped talking. Or… shouting. I honestly couldn't tell the difference anymore. His tone had this sharp edge to it that cut straight through my skull, the kind that made you stand a little too upright even though your spine was already exhausted.“Pay attention to everything Nico needs,” he had said, pacing in front of me “Everything. And I mean everything.”I stood in his office like a guilty student, wringing my fingers behind my back, trying to understand how my day had managed to collapse this thoroughly. It wasn't like I tried to poison the kid. I didn’t even know basil could kill anybody. Basil. Out of every ingredient in that kitchen. Heck, I didn’t even add basil in the food.“I ..… didn’t know,” I finally said, softer than I intended. I knew that trying to argue if I did or did not, would be a waste of time.That silence hung between us, and for the first time we came into the office, Luca actually stopped mo

Maya's Pov I woke up the next morning with a strange weight sitting on my chest, a mix of dread, hope, and the tiniest whisper of determination that refused to die no matter how much this house tried to crush it. The bruise on my knee throbbed painfully as I swung my legs off the bed, like a sharp reminder of Nico’s games, but I ignored it. I had already learned that in this mansion, complaining only made it worse.I had a shower and dressed fast, throwing on something simple, a white shirt and a pair of blue jeans, I really didn't have many clothes. I made my hair as neat as possible and walked out into the long hallway that still felt unfamiliar no matter how many steps I took in it. The mansion was strangely quiet that morning, I walked down the stairs and came across the last person I wanted to see.Luca stood in the sitting room, with a small suitcase by his feet, already dressed in one of his dark tailored suits that made him look like he owned everything he set his eyes on, h