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His Nanny Mate Chapter 258 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 258 #Chapter 6: Intentions


“…Miss Morgan. Good evening.” As the words left the familiar man’s mouth, I felt a pang of unease. The empty top floor of the restaurant was eerily silent, amplifying my growing discomfort.

The smoky scent of the warm charcoal fire, the soft crackling of the wood, the distant clinking of silverware, everything seemed to halt as he muttered my name.

“Ella Morgan,” he repeated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty and something akin to regret. “You’re Ella Morgan?”

“Yes,” I answered slowly, my heart pounding. “You’re Mr. Barrett?” The man’s face almost seemed to blanch a little more. “Yes. Logan Barrett. There… is no other Ella Morgan around here, is there?”

I couldn’t help but give him a strange look. “No,” I replied, furrowing my brow. “I mean… I don’t think so, at least,”

I watched as he spun around, frustration etched on his face. He muttered something under his breath, the harsh undertone a stark contrast to the serene ambiance. My mind raced with a myriad of thoughts. “It’s him,” Ema said, bristling with excitement. “It’s our mate!”

“You think i don’t see that?” I responded,, resisting the urge to run right then and there. “Don’t get too excited, Ema. We’re not staying.”

I heard Ema’s distinctive growl inside of me. “I’m not excited,” she murmured. “Our last encounter left a bad taste in my mouth, too. He may be our mate, but I don’t trust him.”

“You called my boss specifically for me,” I said, taking a slow and tentative step forward. “Is there something wrong?”

“No. Of course not.” Logan straightened himself and turned back to face me, his expression guarded and polite. “Will you sit with me? I’d like to discuss the case.”

I was reluctant to work with this man. He seemed like a jerk in the car the other night, and of course there was the issue of the fact that we were fated mates.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Barrett, but this might not be appropriate,” I said, adjusting the strap of my purse on my shoulder. “There are plenty of excellent lawyers at my firm that I could recommend instead-”

“Please,” Logan interrupted, holding his hand out to stop me. There was almost something. frantic behind his eyes then. “Let’s just have dinner. I apologize for my behavior the other night, but I can assure you that I’ll be nothing but pleasant to work with.”

I hesitated for a moment. Every muscle in my body was screaming for me to run, but I felt obligated by duty to go through with the dinner.

“It’s just dinner,” Ema said. “You can tell him you’re not doing the case later.”

“I could feel that you were getting restless inside. You still want to spend time with him, right?” “Yeah…I’ll let you decide then…” I felt her growl a bit, then retreat.

But She was right, it was just dinner. I knew nothing about the case, and maybe it would be appealing after all. Maybe it would be a quick and easy case, and then I could move on and not see him anymore.


“Alright,” I said, letting out an almost inaudible sigh. “I’ll stay for dinner.” Logan’s face flashed with an undeniably handsome grin. “Thank you,” he murmured, pulling out my chair.

I felt myself stiffen as I brushed past him and sat down, holding my breath against the assault of his overwhelming scent. When he sat across from me, I found myself staring awkwardly down at the tablecloth, just wishing that this could all be over.

As we sat across from each other, the air around us grew tense. Our connection as fated mates pulsed between us, a constant reminder of our entwined destiny. His scent teased my senses, and I had to force myself to focus on the task at hand.

“So, the case-“I began, but was quickly cut off.

“Let’s at least order dinner first,” Logan said, handing me a menu. “Dinner is on me. Order whatever you like.”

I blanched a little, but took the menu. It seemed as though this man was intent on having dinner with me before bringing up the case, and I decided to go along with it.

The restaurant’s flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the table as I poured over the menu. Logan, who’d been quiet since our tense confrontation, finally broke the silence.

“Are you a seafood lover, Ella?” His question hung in the air, a thin attempt to shift the evening into safer territory. “This restaurant has some really decadent dishes.”

“I… usually prefer more simple dishes,” I responded, pointedly glancing at the gourmet options on the menu: lobster, caviar, fresh oysters. All of the dishes had exorbitantly high prices, something that Moana would have griped about.

Finally, I tapped my finger on the one appealing thing on the menu. “Steak and potatoes,” I said, feeling my mouth water. “That’s more up my alley.”

Logan’s brows knitted together in slight confusion. “Ah, I thought perhaps you would prefer something more… exotic.”

“Why?” I asked, cocking my head.

Logan shrugged. “Well… no particular reason.

You look like..”

“It seems that I’m no longer the “peasant” in your eyes just because I changed my outfit,” I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t judge people’s taste buds by its cover, Mr. Barrett.”

He froze for a second, but soon his lips twitched into a half-smile. He seemed almost amused by my words. “Well, in that case, let’s get two steaks. Medium-rare?”

I nodded, admittedly feeling the hunger pangs set in. Maybe dinner wouldn’t be so bad after all. As we ate, Logan seemed much more polite than the man who I had met the other night. I began to wonder if he was intoxicated when I met him, or in a bad mood.

He seemed much different now. Our conversation flowed a bit more freely, although it continued to teeter between comfortable and painfully awkward given our…. history. No matter how many times I tried to bring up the case, he never seemed to want to hear it.

Finally, with the main course over and the dessert plates cleared away, I decided it was time to discuss the case once and for all. I felt the restlessness of my wolf, her impatience mirroring my own.

“Well, Mr. Barrett-”

“Call me Logan.”

“Right. Logan… I think it’s time we discuss the case.” Logan nodded slowly, leaning back in his chair with an air of practiced comfort. “It’s a matter of land, really,” he began. “My tenant. His name is Hector. He’s a business owner-an old friend. Maybe I’ve been too lenient.”

‘How so?” I asked, leaning forward, elbows on the table. “I own the building where Hector runs his business,” Logan explained. “He’s been falling behind on his rent for a while now. I let it slide, out of respect for our friendship. But I’ve come to learn that he’s been using my building to conduct some… unsavory deals.”

I frowned at this revelation, my brows knitting together. “You mean he’s engaging in illegal activities?”

“Exactly,” Logan said, nodding. “And I want no part of it. I’ve asked him to vacate the premises, but he refuses.”

“What has he said exactly?” I asked, considering the legal implications.

“He claims he’s still within his lease agreement, says he’s been there for years and has the right to stay despite the fact that he’s months behind on his rent. The man is so delusional, in fact, that he even claims that he’s not behind on rent at all. He’s been uncooperative to say the least, and I think he’s just trying to stall.”

I pondered the situation. “A lease agreement, you say? Do you have a copy of it?” “I do,” Logan affirmed. “I can have it sent to your office first thing tomorrow.”

I nodded, scribbling a few notes on a napkin. “Good. That will help. You’re confident he hasn’t paid you the rent he claims to have paid?”

“I have every receipt,” Logan said. “He’s months


“Then this should be a straightforward case,” I said, glancing up at Logan. “Given what you’ve told me, he has no legal standing to stay if he’s conducting illegal business and failing to pay rent. I can forward your case to one of our excellent lawyers-”

Logan leaned forward in his chair, his eyes flashing with surprise. “Ella, I don’t want another lawyer. I want you. Wasn’t that clear?”

I frowned. “Why me?”

“Because…” Logan continued, “You don’t have to know why. You just need to know that I want to work with you, and I will always provide more cases like this one for you in the future.” There it was, the deal sweetener. He had more cases for me-more “easy wins”.

As I looked at him, it finally hit me. The reason he wanted me to handle this case. The reason behind this ostentatious dinner.

His words from our initial meeting replayed in my mind, his casual mention of a woman he could “always have if he wanted.”

It was me he was referring to. Me, Ella Morgan, whom he wanted for my status and wealth.

“You knew who my father was, didn’t you?” I asked.

Logan’s expression changed instantly. “You weren’t looking for a lawyer, but a girlfriend from the Morgan family.”

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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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