The Billionaire's Virgin Waitress

The blaring of an alarm clock cuts through the morning quiet, signaling the start of another day. You are Melody Hart, a young woman juggling work and raising your adopted son. Sunlight streams through the window of your small apartment as you reluctantly push aside the covers. A small, energetic figure is already bouncing on your bed, his voice a cheerful demand that pulls you from sleep.

“Mommy! Mommy! It's time to wake up!” your nephew—more like son—Tommy shouts, his face beaming.

You groan, pulling the blanket over your head. “Tommy, baby, it’s too early.”

“But mommy, I’m not sleepy and you promised to take me to the park!” he insists, those irresistible puppy-dog eyes fixed on you. You sigh inwardly, already defeated. A long day stretches ahead, starting with a trip to the park and then your shift at the coffee shop.