Using my position

I (31) started as the manager of a business owned by my family, still single and in no relationship. I do date, but I'm a bit lazy about it; I don't try hard, as they say. I go with the flow, and my partners start thinking I'm not interested in them, and we split up. So, unattached and eager to impress the family with my work ethic, dating was dropped for a while. But I did take mental notes of the women working at the business. Most were either married or in relationships, or weren't in my age range. But there was one, 28 and single, okay on the eye, as they say, quiet by nature. She always stayed in the background, and over time I learned more about her. The main thing she lived in hostels and shelters and was struggling financially, with no family to speak of. But my interest wasn't sexual at first; it was cleaning. I hate cleaning; I was having trouble getting a cleaner or a housekeeper. I saw a chance of getting a cleaner more than a lover; I had noticed she would pick up any rubbish she came across and bin it as well as clean up the lunch every day, even though it wasn't part of her job. It was what had caught my eye, not her looks. Her living arrangements were unreliable at best; I got her to stay back after work. I offered her one of my spare rooms; in return, she would keep my place clean and maybe cook a meal or two. Turned out she is a good cook; of course, my place was a lot further from our workplace than her previous living areas. But I drove there every morning and would take her with me. She accepted because it was the best offer of accommodations she had. Nobody at first realized we were living together, but when they did, they assumed we were lovers. We weren't, but being together for quite a bit of time, I grew closer to her. Then, with a rearrangement of the family businesses, I was given more responsibilities, which meant travelling. I already had an assistant manager who could manage while I was away. But I would also have a personal assistant of my choice; I chose my cleaner. The main reason we lived together and it made everything easier to plan. The first few weeks we did as we had been doing since she moved in, with me as my cleaner. An unplanned delay in our return led to us becoming lovers, and we continued after we returned. Till last April, when we married, she wasn't pregnant, but is now confirmed last week. She is well-liked by the family, and I decided to marry her. My laziness led me to have her live with me to clean my place. But now I'm her husband and very happy with the outcome.