All Chapters of I Hired My Favorite Stripper to Be My Nanny: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Maya's Pov I stumbled out of the room like I was running away from a fire.I shut the door behind me with a soft click, pressing my hand against my chest, and forced air into my lungs.Breathe, Maya. Just breathe.I didn’t let myself look back at the door. If I did, I would have gone back in. I would stare at that portrait again and I would break down right there, on the cold floor.So I pushed the feeling away. I shoved it down hard, like I’ve learned to do over the years, and focused on the one thing I can control right now, which is moving forward. One step at a time. I got to the kitchen and the kitchen lights were too bright. I blinked a few times, grounding myself in the familiar smells of food and warmth before proceeding The pot of mac and cheese was already prepared, steam curled lazily from the surface. I stared at it for a moment longer than necessary, and my mind went blank, before I grabbed a bowl and spoon.My hands didn’t shake and that surprised me. I scooped the fo

Maya’s POVThe next few hours passed in a quiet blur, I stayed with Tanya, hovering without meaning to, checking her forehead, handing her water, adjusting the blanket every few minutes like it might suddenly fix everything. I moved around her small apartment quickly and as quiet as I could be, my mind was split in two, one part focused on keeping her comfortable, the other spiraling with thoughts I didn’t want to face.When she finally drifted into a light sleep, I went into the tiny kitchen and decided to make soup.It wasn’t anything fancy. Just chicken, onions, garlic, pepper, simple things, Tanya didn't have much in the kitchen but it was just enough to make my comfort food. The kind my mother used to make whenever anyone so much as sneezed. As the pot simmered, the aroma slowly filled the apartment, giving the warm and familiar feeling, it grounded me in a way nothing else had managed to do all evening.I stirred slowly, leaning against the counter, my thoughts wandered despite

Maya's Pov The message glowed on my phone like a tiny, blazing warning:“Come home now.”He didn't have the courtesy to explain or even give a reason, as if my presence anywhere else apart from Nico’s side had suddenly become a crime. My stomach twisted, a sinking feeling pulled me downward. I had no choice but to go. Luca is still my boss and unless I didn't want the job anymore there was no way I could refuse. Tanya’s small apartment felt suddenly confining, safe but impossible to stay there any longer.. I glanced over at her lying weakly in bed, clutching the thin blanket to her chin. Her eyes were tired, but she tried to offer me a comforting smile.“What's wrong,” her voice came out weakly immediately she sensed the change in my mood. I turned the phone over to her and showed her the text. “Can you imagine? Why would he send this after giving me the permission to leave for the rest of the day?”“You’ll be fine here,” She said softly, though her voice lacked conviction. “I don’

Maya’s POVMorning came quietly.I woke before my alarm, staring at the ceiling as pale light slipped through the curtains. My chest felt tight, like I had been holding my breath all night without realizing it. The events of the previous evening pressed against my thoughts the moment I opened my eyes the sharpness of Gabriella’s voice, the way Luca had stood beside her, for a moment my mind wandered to what would have happened between them in the night and I shook with fear.I pushed myself out of bed before my thoughts could spiral.Routine helps. Routine always helps.I washed my face, tied my hair back neatly, and slipped into simple clothes. Nothing eye-catching. I wanted to move through the day unnoticed. Invisibility felt safer.By the time I reached Nico’s room, I had smoothed my emotions into something presentable.I knocked softly before opening the door.“Good morning.”I didn’t hear a response so I pushed the door and stepped inside. Nico sat on the edge of his bed, alread

Luca’s POVThe migraine had been lurking since morning, with a dull throb at the base of my skull that refused to go away no matter how many meetings I bulldozed through or how much coffee I poured down my throat.By noon, it had sharpened.By mid-afternoon, it felt like someone was pressing a hot blade just behind my eyes, twisting it slowly every time I tried to focus on the words in in front of me.I sat behind my desk, with my shoulders stiff qnd my jaw clenched, staring at the documents spread neatly before me. Nm the numbers blurred. The air in the office felt too thick and too heavy, like it was pressing against my chest.I rubbed my temple with two fingers and exhaled through my nose. I bent my head, placing it on my hands in the desk, I hoped that little gesture would reduce the pain a little but it didn’t. Then I heard a knock on the door. Before I could respond, the door opened.“Sir,” my secretary said, stepping in carefully, as though she could already sense my mood. “Th