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His Nanny Mate Chapter 22 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 22: Family Ties


Ethan and I jerked our heads up from the portfolio of his childhood drawings, our train of conversation now broken, to see none other than Edrick standing in the doorway — and he didn’t look happy.

“Oh, hello,” I said, feeling a bit nervous under the billionaire’s strangely disapproving stare. “Ethan was just showing me some of his work.”

Without a word, Edrick slowly walked into the studio. His shoes clicked loudly on the concrete floor, echoing through the room’s tall ceilings. For several long moments, the Alpha billionaire slowly circled the studio and looked at all of the art with his hands in his pants pockets. I noticed that he wasn’t looking around with wonder, like I had when Ethan first turned on the light, but rather with an almost disgusted look on his face. He almost seemed repulsed by the art, which was surprising considering the fact that he had plenty of expensive artwork hanging in both his mansion in the mountains and his city penthouse.

Finally, Edrick turned to face me and slowly walked up to where Ethan and I stood, stopping in front of me. He hardly paid any mind to Ethan, as though his brother wasn’t even there.

“Ella is looking for you,” he said to me in a deep, irritated voice. “You should be with her.”

“I’m sorry,” I replied, feeling even more nervous as the Alpha billionaire towered over me, looking down at me with an aggravated look on his handsome face. “I thought she was with her grandmother.”

“She is,” Edrick said. His gaze finally slid over to Ethan. There was something dark about the way he looked at his own brother, as if he didn’t trust him. Meanwhile, Ethan only looked back at Edrick with an almost amused sparkle in his eyes, as if he had been experiencing this behavior from his brother for a long time already.

“Hello to you too, big brother,” Ethan said.

There was a long silence. I sensed a palpable air of discomfort, and it involuntarily made me take a step backwards. “I’ll go back to Ella, now,” I said, heading nervously for the door. “Thank you for showing me your studio, Ethan.”

“It was a pleasure,” Ethan replied. Our eyes lingered on each other for a moment before I glanced over at Edrick, who seemed to look at me with a hint of fiery jealousy in his eyes.

“I’ll come with you,” Edrick suddenly said.

“Come back any time,” Ethan called after us as we walked out of Ethan’s studio. Edrick closed the door behind us, and the last thing I saw before the door closed was Ethan’s face. He was smiling, almost knowingly, as if he could tell that there was something more between Edrick and I than meets the eye.

As soon as the door shut, Edrick angrily took my arm and pulled me down the hallway. He was being a bit rough with me and his hard grip burned my bare arm, so I yanked my arm away and stopped in my tracks in the dark corridor.

“What’s your problem?” I asked, feeling my hands curl into fists at my sides. “I don’t appreciate you touching me like that.”

Edrick glared down at the floor for a few moments, then back up at me. “You shouldn’t be so trusting of him. He’s not who he seems.”

“He’s your brother–”

“Ethan is not my brother.”

I was taken aback by Edrick’s stern tone, and the way his face flashed with anger as he said those words. We stood there silently in the dark corridor for a few moments. The ceiling, I was now realizing, was made of patterned glass, which allowed the moonlight to shine down onto the marble tiles and cast designs on our faces. It made Edrick look both incredibly handsome and incredibly frightening at the same time as he glared at me.

Before either of us said anything else, he turned on his heel and headed toward the stairs.

“Come on. I don’t want you to leave my side for the rest of the night.”

Sighing, I took one last glance over my shoulder at Ethan’s studio before jogging to catch up with Edrick. We briskly descended the stairs back to the main floor, then passed through the garden to make our way back to the banquet hall.

As we returned to the banquet hall, I felt everyone’s eyes on me. The music had come to a bit of a lull by the time we entered, while the guests milled about and sipped their drinks. I felt my face flush hot as I crossed the room right next to Edrick, wondering if he noticed that his family friends and cousins were staring at us together. If he did notice, he didn’t say anything about it.

“There you are, darling,” Verona said, holding her hand out for Edrick. Her smiling eyes flickered over to me, as well as Ella’s, who was sitting in her grandmother’s lap.

Edrick’s father, Michael, merely shot me an indifferent stare before pushing himself up out of his chair and beckoning for Edrick to follow.

“Moana, look!” Ella exclaimed, holding out her hand as Michael and Edrick walked over to the bar. “Grandma gave me a present.” On Ella’s wrist was a delicate silver bracelet with a small charm that had the letter “E” on it. Smiling, I took the little girl’s hand and inspected the bracelet.

“It’s very pretty,” I said.

“It’s a charm bracelet,” Verona chimed in. “As Ella gets older, she can add more charms to it.”

Before I could answer, Kelly ambled over to us from where she stood at a table nearby, champagne glass in hand. “Verona loves to spoil Ella,” she said. Her face was the perfect picture of sweetness, but I could sense a hint of what almost sounded like jealousy behind it.

“Ella is my only granddaughter, after all,” Verona replied, squeezing Ella’s shoulders. “It’s my job to spoil her.”

Kelly opened her mouth to speak, but Edrick suddenly returned. He had a sour look on his face as he stood behind his mother.

“What’s wrong, Eddy?” Kelly asked, c*****g her head and twirling a bit of hair around her finger.

Edrick didn’t answer, partially because it seemed he didn’t want to answer, but also partially because the orchestra began to play again. I immediately recognized the song as one of my favorite classical pieces: Vivaldi’s Winter. Verona, seeing the smile on my face, suddenly spoke up.

“Edrick, Moana has never had the pleasure of attending one of our banquets,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him from her seat. “I’ll watch Ella. Why don’t you two go and dance?”

I felt my face get hot. Kelly seemed to tense beside me, but said nothing. Edrick, letting out a small sigh, held his arm out for me. As he led me toward the dance floor, I could feel even more eyes on me this time, so many that I almost considered refusing the dance and returning to sit with Ella and Verona. But it was too late; before I had the chance to refuse, Edrick firmly took one of my hands, wrapping his other around my waist, and pulled me so close to him that our waists were pressed soundly together.

“Have you danced before?” Edrick asked as we moved around the dance floor.

I paused, wondering whether I should admit that his own brother gave me a crash course not long ago in the garden, but decided against it and shook my head as I felt my heart quicken its pace. “Not like this,” I said. I felt how fluidly Edrick guided me around the dance floor, as though our bodies had melted into one — but I also felt the disapproving glares of Kelly and Michael, as well as those of the other guests.

“Hm,” Edrick muttered. He held up our intertwined hands, allowing me to spin once before he pulled me back in. “You seem like you’ve danced before.”

A lump started to rise in my throat. I opened my mouth to finally admit that Ethan had taught me some moves earlier, but before I could, the song ended. That is when I realized that our bodies were pressed so close together that I could feel his steady heartbeat and his breath on my face — instead of citrus, it smelled like a dizzying combination of whiskey and cigars, and reminded me of our one night stand. I felt my heart flutter before Edrick stepped away from me, bowing.

“I-I need to use the ladies’ room,” I said suddenly, wanting to take a breather. Edrick nodded, pointing over to the door before wordlessly walking back to his mother and daughter. Without hesitation, I smoothed down the front of my dress and scurried over to the door, ignoring the feeling of dozens of eyes on me, and let out a deep sigh once I was in the dark corridor.

Halfway down the corridor, I found the door that led to the bathroom.

The bathroom was enormous, and had a long row of marble sinks and several stalls, as though this bathroom was often used for large quantities of people; no doubt that the Morgan family often had all sorts of banquets and galas where they would find it necessary to have such a large bathroom.

I walked up to the sink and ran my hands under the faucet, letting the cold water calm my nerves.

As I was drying my hands on the plush hand towel, I suddenly felt someone tap my shoulder. I jumped, not realizing that there was someone else in here, and half expected Edrick to be impatiently standing behind me.

When I turned around, however, it wasn’t Edrick.

It was Kelly.

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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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