Seducing My Married Young Master

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the completed application form as if it held the answers to my future. With a deep breath

oom I'd rented. Instead, I buried myself in research ab

someone who didn't believe in love or commitment-until five years ago, when he sho

at-grandfather, but its history was marred by scandals. Justin's father, Mason Hunt, had married three wives. Ju

owing up in a family like that was like, but I had a hunch. My own experience with stepmothers

, doesn't it? Maybe his chil

en if I secured the nanny position, it might not be enough to win his attenti

just the first step,"

y position. The interview process, scheduled to span four days, would test everything-cooking, communication, experi

couldn't

one, people were sent home, and with each elimination,

e the sound of tyres crunching over gravel. I turned, pausing as a sleek black car pulled into the driveway. Then

g out-assistants, security guards, drivers

o

m instantly. Ju

down from the car. His movements were precise and deliberate. Even at his

is game. Then, as if sensing my gaze,

ut the boy, something unexplainable, that

I waved a small,

rightened

ce rang out, cle

g between me and the boy. Before anyone could rea

f the guards shoute

e legs moving with determine

ith a polite bow, his wide

t smile back. "Goo

r, positioning themselves between

" one of them urg

other asked, eyei

stood tall, his small voice

my fr

id postures softening just slightly. I, on th

unexpected. I hadn't expected this little boy-J

manding voice cut through the

tantly released me and

o face her

in her early forties, dressed in an ensemble that screamed wealth: a tailored designer d

diately. Hailey Hunt.

my face to my shoes. She didn't need to say any

tone clipped, directing her q

sturing toward me. "That's what we

pinned me in

for the nanny position," I sta

n both sceptical and disdainful. "An

terjected cautiously, "Noah seems

her stare cutting like glass. "How could

e disgust in her voice was unmistakable like I

ything I said could ruin my chances of getting t

ken further, the low hum of a

rolled into the driveway. The first car stopped, and

hed. I recogni

I had met at my st

accompanied by a sudden, searing headache. I winced,

you okay

ed into the

driver, his hands gripping m

whispered, clutching my he

arp voice cut through the haz

shattered my trance, h

rinting toward a tall, commanding figu

a gentleness that didn't match the sharp intensity of his presence. He brushed

Justin's g

nded

ehind me, expecting someone else to be the focus of his attent

in my chest. He

gnize me fro