Mia Kayla

Dear Mr. Brisken, How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your smug, sexy millionaire face. I hate your cocky, skirt-chasing, playboy ways. I hate working as your secretary - but, I love the pay. It almost makes dealing with you worth it. I hate how my friends call you a BILF...

I’m no longer the same man, just a shell of a person I once was, going through the motions every day. Not seeing, barely breathing. Until Becky Summers, the new nanny....

Life is made up of choices. Single choices like bricks laid out in a path. A path that leads to your future. At 24 years old, I would have never guessed I would be stuck between two men - two men from opposite spectrums of the universe. Their lives, their worlds, their demeanors are as different...

I believe in fairy tales - the kind where a knight in shining armor sweeps me off my feet. Coming from a broken home, fairy tales housed the hope I clung to. Never in my life did I imagine two knights coming into my life - two knights that wore very different armor. A rockstar versus a lawyer...

I’m almost positive you were cussing me out, and if I understood a lick of Spanish, I’d have (shut you up with a kiss) told you exactly what I thought about your meddling, even if you are her teacher....