My Submissive Housekeeper
Aiden’s POV
The alarm on my smartwatch buzzed insistently, pulling me out of another all night coding haze. I groaned and sat up in my expensive king sized bed, rubbing my eyes.
My luxurious modern mansion, all glass walls, automated blinds and sleek minimalist furniture looked like a war zone. Takeout containers were stacked on the nightstand, my clothes were scattered across the floor, my entire room was a terrible mess.
I also know the kitchen downstairs was probably the same thing, just how I left it last night after another failed attempt to make pasta for dinner.
Coding marathons for my latest AI security startup had completely taken over my life.
At thirty-two, I had more money than I knew what to do with, but no time for basic human needs like co
