The Puck’s Bunny
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The Puck’s Bunny

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Desperate for a fresh start, I took a job as a nanny—knowing the warnings about my new boss, Eros Asante, couldn’t be ignored. Six nannies in three years? That alone should have been enough to scare me off. Cold, controlling, a billionaire hockey star with a jaw like a weapon and a list of forty-seven rules I was expected to follow without question.
His penthouse was stunning but suffocating. His five-year-old daughter, Chloe, hadn’t spoken a full sentence since her mother left. I wasn’t supposed to fix them. I was just supposed to keep my head down, do my job, and stay out of their way. But Eros isn’t who I thought he was—brutal and ruthless on the outside, yes. But beneath that icy exterior, there’s a magnetic pull I can’t ignore.
Living under his roof, I clash with him at every turn. He’s grumpy, sharp, and so intensely magnetic I want to scream. He won’t bend, I won’t break. One moment he’s snapping at me, the next he’s acting like my shield. The more we fight, the more I crave him. His ironclad rules? They’re starting to melt under the heat of my touch.
Then Chloe whispers her first word to me. And Eros begins seeing me as more than just his employee—more than just the girl who’s supposed to stay in her lane. But just when I think I might hold onto this fragile new connection, his ex-wife returns—not for love, but for leverage, igniting a custody battle that threatens to tear everything apart.
I’ve been pouring my heart out to a stranger online—a man who listens, who understands me in ways no one else ever has. I don’t know who he is, but I know he feels real. If I let my walls come down, if I reveal my secrets… I might lose my job. Or worse—I might lose the one man my heart chose long before I even knew why.

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EROS


She appears stunned, wide-eyed, drenched from the rain, and gazes at me as if I'm a mistake she's yet to determine whether to regret.

What's worse?


That expression feels oddly familiar. It's reminiscent of the instant just before something shatters.


Her eyes scan my face, he……

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