I shouldnt fall in love with my descendant

I shouldnt fall in love when Ive only just found freedom.

I should be in therapy, not making moon eyes at the man who thinks he is my boss.

But hearts never listen to logic.

I only wanted to be part of my great-great-grandchildrens lives. The piece of work who held me captive kept me in line by threatening them. Hes dead now, but I still want to protect them. And know them. Love them.

They are so young to have lost their mother. No wonder their father needs a nanny.

It all seemed like a wonderful idea.

Until it wasnt.

He is handsome and kind. Gentle and respectful.

Everything the men who used me in the harem were not.

Its not surprising Im falling for him.

I can tell myself its fine. He is my in-law. We are not blood related.

We are both lonely.

I can tell myself a lot of things.

But can I tell him Im a vampire? His dead wifes great-grandfather? A former trafficking victim?

Or that I live with a collection of paranormal men in a bizarre but beautiful found family? Bound by the trauma we went through together in a billionaires harem?

The truth is too much, so I need to stay away.

If I can.