All Chapters of My Hot Billionaire Neighbor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I crouch down and rapidly sweep the feather duster over the living room table's various knickknacks. I'm sure everything is already clean, but I have a routine and prefer to keep the property in tip-top shape. As I look across the room, a smile creeps across my face. I'm still amazed that I live in such a pricey property in Alabang's most renowned neighborhood. Never in my wildest thoughts could I imagine myself walking through such a place, let alone living here. Fortunately, Rachel, an old college friend, introduced me to Romina Martinez and suggested that I apply for the nanny post she had open. I didn't want to be a nanny, but I didn't have any other options at the time. The job market was tight when I graduated from college with an English degree in hand. If only I'd knew that before I took out all those student loans. But when I met Andrew, Romina's kid, I was completely enamored with him. There's no place I'd rath

I take a stroll around the apartment, pausing to admire the vaulted ceilings and exposed rustic beams. It doesn't get much better than a penthouse apartment under normal circumstances, but nothing about this situation is normal, and this place is a dump. To be fair, I'm sure this is considered upscale by someone with average taste and a few million dollars in the bank, but it pales in comparison to my mansion.Even as a child, I was fascinated by anything related to space, and my consistent cash flow has enabled me to invest handsomely in my little hobby. I wanted to be an astronaut, but once I discovered my talent for mergers and acquisitions, I had more than enough work to keep me grounded right here on Earth.I run my finger over my newest toy, a replica of a NASA telescope.I stoop down to adjust the focus of the scope's lens. I enjoy getting acquainted with my tools before putting them to use. I like pushing all the buttons and turning the knobs to figure o

After finishing up in the kitchen, I go upstairs to my room on the top floor, which is another perk of being a nanny for a billionaire's son. My room, like the rest of the apartment, is neat and organized, but I still dust and vacuum at least three times per week. I only have my clothes, a few pairs of shoes, and a few trinkets from home in the room.The expensive paintings on the walls and the Greek sculpture on top of a pedestal in the corner don't belong to me, but having them in my space makes me feel fancy. I take great care to only touch those things when absolutely necessary. Romina rarely gives me time to myself; after all, being a live-in nanny is a twenty-four-hour-a-day job. When I'm not caring for Andrew, cooking, or cleaning, I'm not sure what to do with my time. I smooth the wrinkles out of my sheets and get down on my knees to look for dust bunnies under the bed.I sigh as I rise to my feet and gaze out the large floor-to-ceiling windows that line

I take the elevator down to the lobby and take a quick look in the mirror at my outfit. Unlike Romina, I don't need high fashion, especially for my bi-weekly grocery store runs. My tank top, shorts, and favorite pair of sandals are ideal. I take a hold of my hair and wrap it around the top of my head in a knot. It's hot outside, and I despise being hot, especially when my hair is stuck to my neck. I reach into my pocket for a folded piece of paper to double-check my shopping list. Romina stays at home with Andy on rare occasions to go grocery shopping. It's a welcome respite, and I'm grateful she agreed to let me go grocery shopping on my own. I adore Andrew, but it's difficult to shop for fresh meat and vegetables while also caring for a fussy baby. I'm not sure how hands-on parents do it without the help of a nanny or other help. I guess my maternal instincts aren't quite as developed yet, because Andy is constantly grabbing things, trying to rub everything al

Joe is a man after my own heart, if I were ten years older and still woman crazy. More importantly, neither of us knows how to accept no for an answer, which is how I ended up on this boring blind date. I like to think that his no-holds-barred attitude is what makes him such a successful partner at my firm. I'm not trying to ignore my date, but I can't help but glance at my phone for the millionth time. I work hard to hide my boredom by pretending to be at least somewhat interested in my date. My date, like every other woman Joe seems to know, is a model. He insisted that this one was different from the others, and I had to meet her. What I should have done was think about where this information came from. I should have known better, but I also knew that I wouldn't be able to avoid Joe or the date for long, so I reluctantly agreed. Big blunder. I'm willing to put my entire fortune on the line. Joe discovers all of these