Part 1 - Boss Daddy

CARISSA

Shifting nervously on my feet, I couldn't help but feel the butterflies fluttering inside my stomach as I prepared myself to meet the man himself. The guards at the gate had allowed me in, and now I stood outside his door, feeling anxious. Who wouldn't be nervous? Daxon Cervantes was inside this house! And according to his mother, he wasn't thrilled about welcoming any visitors, and was not at all pleased to welcome me in his house!

But the amount of money this job offered was too good to refuse. I was amazed when Mrs. Cervantes deposited half the amount into my account. It was an answered prayer, and once I succeeded in helping her son reclaim his life, she would deposit the remaining balance.

But what was the job exactly?

Mrs. Cervantes approached me a week ago, saying her son needed someone to watch over him. Babysitting, she called it. Who was she kidding? Her son was the heir to the Cervantes Empire. And me? A babysitter? She might as well hire a hostess for him.

However