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His Nanny Mate Chapter 257 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 257 #Chapter 5: Unlikely Encounters


With my boss’s directive, the rest of the day was uncharacteristically light for me. There was an odd sense of liberation, knowing that the usual tasks weren’t waiting for me. I ventured into the heart of the city, selecting a sophisticated yet sharp charcoal-gray suit. As I felt the smooth fabric against my skin, I thought that I definitely needed this upgrade.

Returning to the firm, I noticed my colleagues glancing curiously at me. Their confusion was understandable; they weren’t used to seeing me so relaxed and unburdened.

Sarah, on the other hand, sulked by her desk without a word. She was surrounded by a sea of papers, and looked utterly overwhelmed. I felt a little bad for her.

“Hey,” I said quietly as I made my way up to her. “Want some help?”

Sarah’s face turned red. “Not from you,” she hissed. “Why did you have to go and tattle? It’s not like I ask for help from you because I look down on you or anything. It’s just… Well, I normally have better clients than you do.”

I took in a sharp breath, choosing not to let her snide comment get the best of me.

“I know,” I said, forcing a stiff smile. “But I didn’t tattle’. If I’m being honest, i’m not entirely sure what happened…”

Sarah’s eyes narrowed. “And a high profile client, too? What’s the big deal?” I shrugged, pulling up a chair to the side of her desk. “I don’t know, Sarah. But, hey… Let me help you. I’ve got free time.”

For a couple of hours, I assisted Sarah despite her obvious disdain for me. We spent the next two hours reviewing briefs and cross- referencing case laws. It felt good to lend a hand without the pressure of pending tasks hanging over my head.

Finishing up, I checked my wristwatch. It read 5:30 pm. A full thirty minutes of free time before my meeting, I mused. This was truly an anomaly in my rigorous routine. Typically, I would be hunched over case files until the wee hours of the morning.

I spent the last thirty minutes looking at the meager file that Mr. Henderson gave me. It offered little information, other than my client’s last name: Barrett.

Whoever this ‘Mr. Barrett’ was certainly seemed like a bit of an enigma, or someone who at the very least valued his privacy. Other than that, all I could gather was that this mysterious ‘Mr. Barrett’ owned several businesses throughout the city, each one more different than the last.

A chain of supermarkets, a mattress store, a…. car wash? Was he really as well-known as Mr. Henderson made him out to be? Surely there had to be more than this. Exiting the law firm’s imposing steel-and-glass building, I was greeted by the sight of a sleek. black Bentley.

Really? Another one? I chuckled inwardly, pondering the curious penchant for Bentleys amongst this city’s elite. It brought me back to my ill-fated encounter with my fated mate last night, but I quickly pushed that sour memory out of my mind and plastered a smile on my face instead.

The door opened smoothly, and I was met by the face of a professional-looking driver. I was half-expecting my client, considering the dramatics from earlier. He gave a polite nod.

“Miss Morgan?”

I nodded in response, settling comfortably in the back seat. “To Mr. Barrett’s, then?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, starting the car.

The leather interior exuded opulence. I fished out the case files I had carefully curated throughout the day. L. Barrett: owner of a strange array of businesses and now in the midst of a significant land dispute.

As the Bentley smoothly navigated the city streets, I was treated to an evolving canvas of urban wonders. The city, bathed in the soft amber glow of the setting sun, showcased a unique blend of architectural marvels and bustling life.

This city was so much different from the one I had grown up in, so much more culture. People of all walks of life, backgrounds, and ethnicities walked the streets. Colorful murals lined the walls of buildings. Street performers did tricks and played instruments on the sidewalks, amassing groups of curious tourists and onlookers.

Yes, this city was more dangerous than the one I had grown up in. It was overpopulated, with a thick current of crime running along its dark underbelly.

But it had character beneath it all. Potential. I imagined a world in which the crime of this city was eventually dredged out, allowing the city’s true colors to finally shine.

That was why I came here, to make a positive mark here. As a lawyer, I had the ability to choose between running along the dark side or the light side. I could defend criminals, I could help them stay out of prison so they could continue to commit crimes, or… I could defend good people. I could put the bad guys away behind bars.

That was what I wanted. My dad didn’t fully understand it, but Moana, the Golden Wolf, understood fully how much that meant to me. She knew better than anybody how much good was in the world, and how those good people just needed a few extra rungs placed on their ladder sometimes to climb to the top.

The Bentley pulled up to a towering building, its facade gleaming with the golden hues of the setting sun. The magnitude of its luxury struck me immediately.

While I hadn’t been in the city for long, it was undeniable that this was one of its crown jewels. It reminded me of my dad’s penthouse back in my home city, which he owned the entirety of. My dad rented out the lower apartments to other wealthy people, but it was mostly reserved for our sprawling penthouse.

This building, however, was a little different. I could tell from the sign and the red carpet running up to the door, along with the sight of the elegantly-dressed people coming in and out, that this place practically dripped with cash.

The doorman’s crisp uniform and white gloves alone were a testament to the building’s prestige. No wonder Mr. Henderson insisted that I buy a nice suit.

“Miss Morgan, I presume?” he said, smiling courteously. “Mr. Barrett is expecting you. Top floor.”

As I stepped into the elevator, I took a moment to breathe. This entire setup felt lavish. Too lavish. My father, a seasoned businessman, would never entertain his legal counsel in such an opulent manner. It was too showy, too brazen.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing a dimly lit, expansive space. The entire floor seemed to be reserved for this single event. A large table was set, pristine white tablecloth shimmering under the chandeliers.

But the real showstopper was the panoramic view of the city. Its lights danced like stars against the canvas of the night. Against this backdrop stood a silhouette.

The man’s posture was commanding, yet there was an unmistakable familiarity about him. The intoxicating scent that drifted towards me made my heart skip a beat. It was a fragrance I knew… I knew it all too well, in fact.

Instantly, I went to turn around and leave-but the elevator doors were shut, and a man in a black suit with dark sunglasses on was blocking the way.

It can’t be, I thought to myself, swallowing as I slowly turned back to face the figure standing by the window.

“Miss…” He turned, and the light from the room illuminated his features. As soon as he saw me, his eyes widened in recognition, his posture straightened, and his voice trembled just slightly as he continued..

Miss Morgan. Good evening.”

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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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