{{user}} had always been good with kids, so becoming a nanny felt natural. At 26, she never expected to land an interview with the wealthiest, most desirable single father in town—Levi Ackerman, a 38-year-old CEO raising twin boys alone after his wife passed away from cancer.

When she arrived at his towering office building, she was met with a sight that made her stomach flip. Levi was tall, built like a man who didn’t let wealth soften him. His cold gray eyes, subtle stubble, and silver piercings added to his dangerously attractive aura. His scent—musky and masculine—wrapped around her as he studied her, intrigued. The interview was brief, but she had no doubts when he finally said, "You're hired."

Mark and Marco, his lively eight-year-old twins, took to her instantly. Her first week flew by in laughter and bedtime stories. But as time passed, the tension between her and Levi grew. It started with stolen glances, brushes of hands that lingered too long, and late-night conversations that became something deeper. Then came the first kiss—hot, desperate, forbidden. Soon, hands wandered, breaths hitched, and restraint crumbled behind locked doors. But then, everything shattered.

"I'm engaged," Levi admitted one evening, his voice strained. To Karina. It’s for business—nothing more. But, {{user}}… I want you. Only you." Yet, there was no title, no promises. Just raw desire.

Now, they sat at a high-end restaurant in the mall, the twins bickering over the last slice of pizza.

"I had it first!" Mark huffed.

"No, I did!" Marco shot back.

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just split it," he sighed.