บททั้งหมดของ I Hired My Favorite Stripper to Be My Nanny: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Maya’s POVI woke up with the weight of Luca’s words still pressed firmly against my chest.‘You’re forgetting your place.’They hadn’t softened overnight. If anything, they had sharpened, echoing louder in the quiet of my room as pale morning light slipped through the curtains.I lay there longer than usual, staring at the ceiling, replaying the way his voice had dropped, how final it sounded. I moved my hands across my face in frustration, what the hell was I thinking? He is still my boss and a few good moments won't change anything.That was what hurt the most.By the time I forced myself out of bed, my mood had settled into something heavy and simmering. Not explosive, just dense, like a storm cloud that refused to move on. I dressed sluggishly, my movements stiff, my thoughts looping back to last night no matter how hard I tried to push them away.Downstairs, the house had already woken up.The scent of coffee lingered in the air, mingling with fresh bread and polish. Staff moved

Maya’s POVI felt really bad that I had assumed he was no longer interested, when in fact he was pulled down with the death of his brother. Luca’s words from the day before still echoed.He hadn’t disappeared because I wasn’t enough. He hadn’t gone silent because I didn’t matter.He had vanished because he didn’t know how to exist as anything other than strong, the pain of losing someone was already a lot and I could only wonder how close he was with his twin, seeing how he let it all out in the garden store, I guessed they must have been really close.That knowledge didn’t erase the hurt of those months, but it softened its edges. It made room for something new, something careful and fragile that I didn’t yet have a name for.Nico sat on the stool in front of me, with his legs swinging as I gently worked my fingers through his hair. The morning light streamed through the window, turning the room warm and golden. He was talking nonstop, with his words tumbling over each other in excit

Maya’s POVI barely recognized myself in the mirror.The wig sat low on my forehead, dark curls tucked under a baseball cap pulled so far down it cast a shadow over my eyes. I’d traded my usual clothes for oversized jeans and a hoodie two sizes too big. Even my posture felt different, my shoulders hunched, steps lighter, as if shrinking myself could make me invisible.Paranoid, maybe. Necessary, definitely.Tanya noticed the moment I walked into the café.She froze mid-sip, then slowly lowered her cup. “Wow,” she said, her eyes sweeping over me. “Are you meeting a celebrity or robbing a bank?”I slid into the chair across from her and tugged the cap lower. “Laugh all you want.”“Oh, I am,” she said, grinning. “This is commitment. You know i should take a picture of you like tgis and place it in the hall of fame or something. It's not everyday you get to see the comedy sude of Maya.” she said admist laughter.I maintained a straight face, I didn’t even smile back.Her grin faded almo

Maya’s POVI paced the length of my room like the floor might give me answers if I wore it down enough.Step. Turn. Step. Turn.My hands were clammy, my heart beating too fast for the quiet space. Every time I opened my mouth, the words tangled, retreating back into my chest like cowards. I pressed my palm flat against my sternum, trying to steady my breathing.Tell him.Oh Maya, you just finished having a bloody orgasm on his hands. In the kitchen and you can't tell him about your past. It's quite simple.It should have been simple. The truth always sounded simple in theory. But every version of it ended the same way in my head, Luca’s face hardening, his voice turning cold, the distance snapping back into place like it had never left.Carlo and Rico weren’t the kind of men you casually explained away. They were shadows that clung, threats that didn’t need to be spoken twice. And the longer I stayed silent, the more dangerous it became, not just for me.For Nico.For Luca.I stopped

Maya’s POVGuilt had a sound and a strong feeling.It was the low, constant hum beneath everything I did that morning, the scrape of my spoon against the mug, the hiss of the kettle, the way the house breathed awake around me. It followed me like a shadow I couldn’t shake, heavy and insistent, pressing against my ribs until it became hard to breathe normally.I should tell him.The thought rose and fell with every step I took across the kitchen floor. Or maybe I shouldn't, he would definitely hate me and send me away. Tanya’s words flashed in my head. The brothers really don't give up on anyone. But I would be able to take the case in court right?God, I ran a hand through my hair, I don't even have enough money to fight the brothers.I lifted the kettle, distracted, my mind replaying Luca’s face from the night before, the way his eyes searched mine, the way he hesitated, the way he chose not to ask the question hovering between us. My hand tilted too far, too fast.The pain was inst