Jack
I woke up on Saturday in a piss-poor mood. Maybe I should have been embarrassed about last night, but I wasn’t. It had started as an honest mistake—Emma and Max meeting at a bar, not knowing who the other was, and deciding to go home together. But then Max realized she was my nanny. And still, he was going to sleep with her.
Which, technically, he could. It wasn’t like I’d ever said she was off-limits. But the second I saw them together, something in me snapped. Before I even knew what I was doing, I interrupted them—practically ordered her not to sleep with him. I had overstepped. Big time. And yet, I couldn’t find it in me to regret it.
Sophie was still asleep upstairs when I stormed into the kitchen, already bracing for whatever smug bullshit Max had in store. I wasn’t even surp
