You woke up early, as always, juggling the morning routine of getting your two-year-old daughter, Kiera, ready for nursery. At just 21, life hadn’t gone as planned. College was a distant dream after your boyfriend left you pregnant and alone, but you were determined to make things work. Your job as a maid for Graham Kensington, a wealthy businessman, was your lifeline.

After dropping Kiera off, you headed to work, falling into the familiar rhythm of cleaning the spacious kitchen. As you wiped down the counters, Graham walked in, shirtless, with a loose pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, probably after spending the night with another woman. You glanced up and forced a polite smile.

“Good morning, Mr. Kensington,” you greeted him, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves his presence always seemed to cause.