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His Nanny Mate Chapter 160 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 160: A Scene Worth Painting


On the day of the painting class, Ella and I were both elated. Edrick kept his promise and took the day off of work, and after breakfast we were on our way.

The class was held in a beautiful park in the uptown area of the city by a lake. Edrick parked the car on the street and we each held one of Ella’s hands as we walked over. I couldn’t help but smile as we approached, with my plein air easel folded up and tucked under my arm. The air that day was beautiful with a nice breeze, and as we approached the little lake I could see that it was teeming with all sorts of wildlife: ducks swimming around in search of breadcrumbs, little frogs jumping off of lily pads, and turtles sunning themselves on floating logs. The lake was surrounded by large weeping willow trees whose long fronds swayed in the breeze. It really was like a picture straight out of a storybook.

As we approached, there was already a group of other families gathered by the picnic area. A woman was standing at the front of the group and setting up a demonstration easel facing the lake, and while she did, I noticed that the other children were running around like wild little animals.

I didn’t blame the children for acting so rambunctiously. There was a spread laid out on one of the tables filled with all kinds of fruit and sweets, and it seemed as though the children already had their fair share of sugar. Even Ella, who normally would have been excited to play with other kids, halted in her tracks and looked up at Edrick and me with an apprehensive look on her little face. Even she was a bit taken aback by the sheer amount of energy surrounding the place; it seemed like some of the parents were genuinely trying to wrangle their children, but some other parents also seemed to be ignoring their kids as though this was more of a romantic date for them to go on while their kids could run amok around the lake.

“Hello!” the teacher called, waving at us excitedly as we walked up to join the group. She looked down at my easel, and her smile widened. “It looks like you brought your own supplies! Are you a painter?”

I felt myself blush as the other attendees turned to look at me. A couple of werewolf women gave me snide looks. I could only imagine what they were thinking about a family of a wealthy and famous CEO with his supposedly human fiancee, their half-breed daughter and the half-breed baby growing in her belly. With our security guard standing a little ways away and the fact that our faces had been plastered all over the news recently, I knew that the other couples recognized us. The teacher, however, thankfully treated us just like everyone else with kindness and warmth.

I shrugged in response to the teacher’s question. “I wouldn’t consider myself much of an artist, but I do draw and paint sometimes,” I said, wanting to be humble.

“That’s a lie!” Ella suddenly chimed in. “She’s really good at art! She even teaches me how to make art sometimes!”

The teacher grinned. “Is that so?” she said. “Well, maybe if I get tired today I’ll let your mommy step in to teach the class.” She said it in a joking manner, but it made me blush even harder; not to mention the fact that she referred to me as Ella’s mother. I still hadn’t talked to Edrick about it just yet.

I set up my easel, and the teacher gave Edrick an easel with supplies to use. Ella even got her own miniature easel, which was placed next to Edrick’s. I was slightly behind the two of them, which gave me the perfect view of them. The way that they looked was more stunning than just the view of the lake, in my opinion.

However, the other children were still too rambunctious. The teacher patiently tried to get their attention, but it didn’t seem to be working since most of the parents weren’t paying much attention. I felt a little bit bad about it as I watched her get somewhat frustrated as she tried to get them to settle down so she could begin the class.

Finally, when Edrick and Ella both shot me a concerned look almost in unison, I decided to step in.

“Hey, kids,” I said, approaching the group of children who were now on the verge of wrestling in the dirt next to the lake, “it’s time to start painting. Don’t you want to have a souvenir to bring home later?”

The children suddenly stopped their play-fighting and looked up at me, c*****g their heads as I spoke. I could already see that they were listening more to me than even the teacher, which was no surprise; I had always been good with kids. I didn’t know why, although now that I knew I was a werewolf I had begun to wonder if it was an ability of mine. But pacifying children wasn’t a werewolf ability that I had ever heard of, so I simply figured that it was just because of my experience with children. I had, after all, been the one child to help Sophia around the orphanage a lot while I was growing up and I had always enjoyed taking care of the younger kids.

“Come along,” I said with a smile. “Let’s go paint.”

The kids seemed to be listening. They calmed down and made their way over to join their parents, and as they did, the teacher, Edrick, and many of the other parents looked at me with shock. I felt a bit embarrassed by the attention as I made my way back over to my easel, but I was just glad that we could start painting now.

The teacher began the lesson, which was to paint a scene of the lake in front of us. She began by teaching everyone how to paint the perspective of the lake, using simple terminology to explain things such as foreground and background.

As she taught, however, I just couldn’t get my eyes off of Edrick and Ella. They were both focusing so hard on their paintings, and I noticed now for the first time that they were both left-handed. Between the little bow on Ella’s sun hat and the way that Edrick’s white shirt rippled in the breeze, it was too beautiful of a scene for me to ignore.

And so, I added a little something extra to my painting.

The art class was a lot of fun. The other children turned out to be little angels now that they were calm, and Ella even seemed to make friends. When we were finished, the teacher came around and looked at everyone’s paintings. She stopped in front of everyone’s easels and pointed out to the class how beautifully they did — she even did the same in front of a toddler’s easel, which was just a giant splotch of color. It made me smile, and it made me want to come back to another one of her classes.

At the end, she came to look at my painting. Her eyes widened a bit as she looked at what I had painted; I had painted the lake, of course, but I also added Ella and Edrick in the foreground, standing together as they painted on their easels.

The teacher looked over at me.

“This is gorgeous,” she said. “You were being too humble earlier. I love how you added something special to you.”

Edrick seemed to get curious. He c****d his head and came over, and when he saw my canvas, he said nothing; instead, he only blushed a deep, scarlet red.

I couldn’t help but laugh a little.

On the ride home, I gingerly held my painting in my lap while Ella chattered nonstop about how much fun she had.

“Can we hang up our paintings together?” she asked, her voice practically a squeak from her level of excitement.

Edrick nodded, and I noticed that he glanced over at my painting again. “We can even get them framed,” he said with a warm smile. I felt my face turn red, and was reminded of what Olivia had said about him. I was believing her less and less; why would he go to the trouble to frame and hang our artwork together if he just planned on kicking me out once the baby was born?

Ella seemed pleased with this, and let out a satisfied sigh.

“I hope I can go to lots of classes someday,” she said, staring winsomely out the window. “I had so much fun with the other kids.”

Ella’s words admittedly made me feel a little sad. She really had so few chances to experience what it was like to be a regular student. Even her weekly training sessions were one-on-one.

When I looked over at Edrick, he seemed to be looking at Ella thoughtfully. I hoped that he was coming to the same realization that I had come to.

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His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2023 Native Language: English

His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan)

I’m a new grad human in huge debt, and cheated by my Omega boyfriend. When I got wasted in a bar, I didn’t expect to have the best sex ever. And the very next morning, I also didn’t expect to wake up and find my One-Night-Stand hookup was my ex-boyfriend's Alpha billionaire BOSS…. How things are going to turn out after I accidentally became his 5-year-old daughter's live-in nanny? ____________   How did this happen? How did I wind up finally becoming employed, only for it to turn out that my new employer was the same person who I had a one night stand with just two nights ago? “I didn’t know that you would be the employer. If I had known, I wouldn’t have applied….” “It’s alright. I knew it was you when I hired you. I did it on purpose.” I scrunched my eyebrows together. “What do you mean?”      

His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) Chapter 1 Betrayal

Moana It was a hot summer evening, and I had just spent the entire day job hunting. Finding work as a human in a world dominated by werewolves, especially in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the city, wasn’t easy. Even though I had a degree in Early Childhood Education, no schools wanted to hire me because I was a human. Werewolf parents were outraged at the thought of a “worthless human” teaching their children, as if my skills, drive, and education meant nothing. So, I was now limited to service jobs, which were also unfortunately hard to come by because the job market was oversaturated with other humans who were also desperate to pay their bills. If I didn’t find a job soon, though, I would lose my apartment. My landlord had already given me a thirty-day notice. If I didn’t pay my rent -- and the three months of rent that I already owed -- by the end of the thirty days, he was going to evict me. At least I still had my boyfriend, Sam. He wasn’t extraordinarily well-off either despite being a werewolf, but at least he had a job and could pay his rent. We had been together for three years now and had known each other for five, so maybe it was time to talk about moving in together soon. As I was walking down the packed city street, a thin layer of sweat caked to my forehead from spending the day running from business to business as I tried to find someone who would hire me, I started to realize how hungry I was. I couldn’t afford to eat out, but the delicious smells coming from the restaurants I passed began to make my mouth water. One particular restaurant across the street caught my eye, but not because of the smell of food. I stopped in my tracks, my eyes widening. Inside the restaurant, right in the window, was Sam. He wasn’t alone; he was with another woman, and they were… Kissing. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I said out loud, causing a few passersby to turn their heads and give me weird looks. Sam had told me that he was busy recently, that he had a lot of work… Was this what he was really doing? Cheating on me with some other woman? The fury bubbled up inside of me, and without thinking, I stormed across the street and toward the restaurant window. My stomach turned as I came closer. This woman was gorgeous -- basically a supermodel -- and that didn’t make me feel any better about the situation. Not only was Sam cheating on me, but he was cheating on me with someone who looked like that. She was thin, blonde, and tan with long legs, wearing a skimpy evening dress and high heels. I do get compliments on my face, body and long red hair, but in that moment, I felt so worthless as I stood there looking at Sam and his mistress. How could he do this to me? I stopped in front of the window. Neither of them even saw me standing there, they were so absorbed in their makeout session. So, I banged on the window. Sam and the mystery woman both jumped, their eyes widening when they saw me. I stormed over to the entrance and ran inside, ignoring the strange looks from the restaurant staff and customers, and ran up to where Sam and the woman sat. “How fucking dare you?!” I yelled, my hands curled up into fists at my sides. “We’ve been together for three years and you’re cheating on me?” The woman looked back and forth between Sam and I with an embarrassed expression on her face as the restaurant fell silent, but Sam’s face showed only anger and resentment. Without saying a word, Sam stood and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me out of the restaurant. He was too strong for me to resist, so I stumbled after him and back out into the busy street with tears streaming down my cheeks. “You’re making a fool of both of us, Moana,” he growled once we were outside. “I’m making a fool of us?” I replied, my voice still raised. “You’re making out with another woman in public!” Sam merely rolled his eyes and pulled me further away from the door. His werewolf eyes burned a bright orange color and his face was wrought with anger. “Control your temper,” he whispered, pushing me roughly up against the side of the building. “You’re just an ordinary human. You should feel lucky that I even entertained you for three years.” His words stung, and my vision became clouded with tears. “Why her?” I croaked as a sob caught in my throat. Sam, the man who had told me he loved me for three years, merely chuckled. “You’re useless to me,” he snarled. “She’s a Beta. Her family is incredibly wealthy and powerful, and thanks to her, I’ll be starting a new job at WereCorp next week.” WereCorp was the biggest corporation in the world. Not only did they control all of the banks, but they also developed the newest and most widely-used cryptocurrency of the 21st Century: WCoin. I never used it -- humans weren’t allowed to -- but it made a lot of werewolves extremely rich when it first came out. He continued, “What have you done for me aside from mooching off of me because you can’t even get a job of your own? You’re nothing compared to her. How dare you even question my decision to move on.” There was nothing else I could say; nothing else that could come to mind aside from getting the hell away from him. I shoved Sam away finally, pushing myself away from the wall. “Fuck you,” I growled, my rage taking over as I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. Passersby were looking at us now, but I didn’t care. Without another word, I turned on my heel and stormed away without looking back. As I walked numbly down the street and wiped the tears from my eyes, I thought about what Sam was like when we first met; he had been nothing more than a bullied Omega in high school with no confidence, no prospects, and no friends. I had helped him gain confidence with my love and support, and this was how he repaid me? By leaving me for some blonde, all for a job at WereCorp? Nothing angered me more than knowing that my boyfriend of three years, and best friend for five years, had left me so easily over money and power. I was still fuming when I stepped out into the intersection, too numb to look properly before crossing. Just then, I heard the sound of a car honking and looked up to see a luxury car driving straight for me. Cursing to myself, I stumbled backwards and fell into a puddle just before the car hit me. The car came to a screeching halt next to me, which was surprising since I assumed that they would just drive away after nearly hitting me, but what surprised me even more was the person who sat inside the car when the window rolled down. Edrick Morgan, CEO of WereCorp. Edrick was known not only for being the youngest CEO in the history of the company and the heir to the largest fortune in the world, but also for his stunning appearance -- and although I was incredibly hurt and angry about everything that had happened today, I couldn’t help but notice his strong jawline, his muscular shoulders and arms, and his incredibly handsome face. I opened my mouth to say something about how he had nearly hit me, but before I could, he looked me up and down and tossed a wad of cash out the window, driving away with a rev of his engine. Edrick Morgan, the CEO of WereCorp, had nearly hit me with his car… and tossed me money like I was some beggar. All werewolves really were arrogant assholes. I threw the cash on the ground and stood, cursing under my breath as I realized how soaked and dirty my clothes were. I’d have to go home and see if I could scrounge up some change to take them to the laundromat so I could continue job hunting tomorrow, but admittedly for now I just wanted to drown my sorrows. I walked for a few blocks, finally spotting a bar that seemed nice and quiet.Taking a deep breath and smoothing down my stained shirt, I walked through the doors and approached the bouncer. The bouncer narrowed his eyes at me and looked me up and down, taking in my dirty appearance sniffing the air in front of me. “No humans allowed without a member escort,” he growled, folding his arms. I frowned. “Member?” I asked. “I’m a paying customer. Just let me buy a drink.” The bouncer shook his head and began to usher me toward the door like I was some sort of nuisance. “Is this even legal?” I said, raising my voice. “You can’t just discriminate against humans like this! Is my money worthless here just because of--” “She’s with me,” a stern and clear voice suddenly said from behind. The bouncer and I both looked up and turned to see a man in a suit standing on the stairs. Edrick Morgan.  

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