Semua Bab I Hired My Favorite Stripper to Be My Nanny: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Maya’s POVI struggled to keep up with Luca’s pace.He walked like he always did, long, purposeful strides, hands free, and his attention was kept ahead while I trailed behind juggling two shopping bags that were already cutting into my fingers. The bags were so heavy. Luca had offered to hold them but I refused saying it was my duty but now it felt like my hands want to fall off.The city buzzed around us, people weaving in and out, voices rising and falling, but Luca moved through it all like none of it touched him.“Luca,” I called.No response.I adjusted my grip on the bags and quickened my steps. “Luca.”Still nothing.My irritation bloomed slowly, hot and sharp. We’d been walking for almost an hour, darting in and out of stores, buying things I didn’t remember agreeing to small kitchen gadgets, pastries he insisted on carrying for five minutes before handing back to me, a scarf he said looked “useful” even though it was clearly decorative.“Luca,” I said again, louder.He didn’

Luca’s POVI poured the wine slowly, deliberately, as if the act itself required my full concentration. The bottle made a soft glugging sound as the deep red liquid filled the glass, and I watched it rise, steady and controlled. Everything about my movements was controlled lately or at least I pretended it was.When I turned and handed her the glass, our fingers brushed.It was nothing. Barely a touch. But it sent something sharp and unwanted straight through me, and I tightened my grip on the bottle before setting it down on the small patio table. I didn’t look at her immediately. I didn’t trust myself to.The night was calm, the kind of calm that felt intentional, like the world had decided to hold its breath. The garden lights cast a soft glow over the hedges, and beyond them the sky stretched wide and dark, the moon hanging low and luminous. I leaned against the railing, staring up at it, telling myself that the quiet was enough and I didn't need to say anymore words.She stood be

Maya’s POVI stiffened so suddenly it felt like my body locked itself in place without asking my permission.The knock echoed again, more precise this time, cutting through the quiet room like a blade. Before I could even process it, Nico’s voice followed, bright and curious and far too close to the door.“Dad?”My heart slammed violently against my ribs. I turned toward Luca, panic rushing through me in a hot wave. The warmth from moments ago vanished instantly, replaced by dread so sharp it made my fingers tingle. I scolded myself in the same breath, for being too loud, too careless, too comfortable as if self-blame could rewind time.Luca moved before I did.He crossed the room quickly but silently, his expression shifting from soft to controlled in the span of a second. He stopped in front of me, lifted a finger to his lips, and lowered his voice to a whisper.“Keep quiet.”That was all he said before turning toward the door.I scrambled into motion the moment his back was to me.

Maya’s POVBefore I could respond, He grabbed my ass with his hands, I moaned a bit giving him more access in my mouth. We moved backwards a bit until my lower back landed on something hard which I figured was the table. He placed his hands under my thigh and lifted me slowly placing me properly on the table.“God Maya, you're fucking beautiful” he whispered into my ears as his lips brushed the top of my ear sending shivers down my body.He buried his head in my neck and I threw my head back a bit. Slowly he traced his hands on my back, fondling with the rope that held my gown together.He loosened it and my straps fell off my shoulders, he dragged it further with his hands leaving my nipples facing him squarely.If there is one thing I am proud of, it would be my body, I have a very beautiful shape which was one of the reasons men in the club were always scrambling to have a private dance with me.I closed my eyes and moaned as he bent his head and took my breast in his mouth, sucki

Maya’s POVThe garden barely looked like the same place.White canopies stretched across the lawn, their fabric stirring gently in the afternoon breeze. Long tables wrapped in pale linen curved around the old oak tree at the center, laden with plates of food, bright bowls of fruit, pitchers sweating with juice. Balloons bobbed everywhere, tied to chairs, weighted along pathways, floating freely above the children’s heads like they were trying to escape into the sky.Laughter filled the air. High, sharp peals from children running barefoot across the grass. Softer voices from adults who were gathered in neat clusters, with glasses in their hands, their faces all had these polite smiles.I stood near the edge of it all, holding a small paper cup of lemonade, watching Nico chase a boy twice his size across the lawn. His laughter was unmistakable, loud, and joyous and it made my made gladden with joy.He was happy.That was all I’d wanted for today.“Careful!” I called when he skidded too