Pierce.
As I stood under the hot water, one thought refused to leave me alone: the little menace I now call my housekeeper.
I'd hoped for a serene, graceful woman—maybe the kind who hums softly while folding linens and smells like lavender. Instead, I got a swamp goblin with attitude issues, a music addiction, and a gift for chaos.
Zane challenged me to last a week without firing her. Fine. I’ll play along. But he never said I had to make it easy for her. She jolted me awake—so naturally, I'm planning a bit of revenge.
I returned to my room and spotted her tearing off my sheets. Earbuds in. Completely oblivious. Excellent.
I grabbed the nearest pillow and lobbed it at her head.
She dodged, then turned around and stuck her tongue out. Like an over-caffeinated gremlin daring me to bri
