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His Nanny Mate Chapter 259 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 259 #Chapter 7 Not Goodbye


Logan said nothing. The ambiance of the room was thick with tension, so much so that it felt almost palpable. I understood now what this man’s true intentions were. With my heart pounding wildly against my chest, I stood, grabbing my purse.

“Well, like I said, I’ll be forwarding your case to one of the other lawyers in the firm,” I said, taking a step back. “Dinner was a pleasure, but I don’t believe it’s appropriate for this to continue.”

I turned to leave, but immediately stopped in my tracks. Before, there had been one man standing by the elevator, and now there were four. And I could tell that they weren’t going to let me leave.

The dim lighting, the bodyguards blocking my exit, and Logan’s intense gaze felt intimidating and suffocating.

There was silence. The room felt palpable with tension. All at once, I wanted to both rush forward and kiss him again as his scent overwhelmed me and I wanted to leap out of the window to get away from him.

“Let me out,” I said, my voice shaky but defiant.

“What do you mean?” Logan asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I looked from Logan to the men in black suits and back again. Why were they with him all of the time? And why did he feel the need to have so many bodyguards for just a dinner with me?

Logan sighed, gesturing to his men, who reluctantly stepped aside.

“Fine,” he said, his voice dripping with annoyance. “I won’t hold a lady here against her will,” I huffed and turned back to the elevator, which was now free, and began insistently pressing the button to go down. Logan’s voice suddenly came from behind me again, this time closer.

“Ella, are you really going to pass up an opportunity?” he asked, his intoxicating scent wafting toward me from across the room. “I couldn’t force anyone to be my girlfriend, but I could provide you with easy cases. I can help you build a reputation in this city.”

I whipped back around while the elevator took its sweet time to come back to the top and glared at Logan.

“You should decide whether you really want to be with me after you spent enough time with me.” Logan continued.

“First of all, I’m not interested in ‘easy’ cases handed to me out of pity,” I retorted, my voice quivering with a mix of anger and uncertainty. “I came here to make a difference, not to be handed charity.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “What if I said I could help you take on the most challenging cases this city has to offer?”

“You don’t get it,” I snapped. “It’s not about the cases, Logan. It’s about your behavior, your attitude. No matter if it was marriage or work, I don’t want to be associated with someone who sees women as commodities. Someone who throws money at random women, hoping they’ll be his mistress. I have self-respect.”

His expression softened for a brief moment, the playboy facade slipping. “I can see that,” he said. “I gathered that last night, trust me. But I can guarantee that my attitude is the least of what you should hate about me.”

I could feel my frustration growing, mirrored by the simmering anger within my wolf. I didn’t understand him, didn’t know what game he was playing.

Just then, the elevator finally dinged, and the doors slid open. I rushed inside, clutching my purse tightly beneath the cold gazes of Logan and his stoic bodyguards.

“This is the last time we’ll meet like this,” I said, trying to sound resolute. “We’ll see about that,” he replied cryptically. “Join me for dinner tomorrow. A place I truly cherish.”

“Goodbye, Logan.”

“Not goodbye, Miss Morgan. Just… see you soon.” His words sent shivers down my spine. With that, the elevator doors shut in front of me, blocking my view of the arrogant bastard.

I exited the building with as much dignity as I could muster, but my insides were churning with confusion and anger.

“How could our mate be such a… a…”

Ema’s voice echoed in my mind, full of anger. “A bastard?” I asked.

“Something like that.” That night, sleep eluded me. Logan’s piercing eyes, the ominous atmosphere, the hidden meanings behind his words-they all haunted my thoughts.

My alarm startled me out of a restless doze. With a groan, I got ready for work, hoping the office routine would serve as a distraction. Yet as soon as I walked in, I noticed a change in my colleagues’ behavior.

They approached me cautiously, with a newfound respect, asking politely if I had the time for a few tasks. Bemused, I accepted some, eager to bury myself in work.

The hours ticked by slowly, each passing moment weighed down by my earlier encounter with Logan and the looming decision about taking on his case.

How could I explain to my boss, Mr. Henderson, my reluctance to accept a case from this man? He would never accept an excuse in regard to Logan being my fated mate. He would laugh me out of the room if I tried to tell him that.

My thoughts were interrupted by Sarah’s sharp voice. “Mr. Henderson wants to see you in his office. Now.”

“Um… did he say why?” I asked, pushing my chair back. Sarah simply shrugged and folded her arms across her chest, pursing her lips. “I’m not your messenger,” she growled.

Trepidation coiled in my stomach as I approached Mr. Henderson’s office. A million possibilities floated through my mind, with one at the forefront: Logan, in all of his nastiness and abhorrent nature, told Mr. Henderson about my reaction yesterday and I was now going to be fired for embarrassing the entire firm.

I could picture it now: within a week, I would be groveling at my parents’ doorstep, bags in hand. They would, of course, welcome me back with open arms.

“Now that you’ve had your adventure, come shadow me at WereCorp,” my dad would say. “Don’t worry, Princess. You want privacy and freedom? Here, here’s a giant check to buy whichever fancy penthouse or mansion you want. No, you don’t need to pay me back. I’m your daddy, and you’re my Princess. It’s my job to take good care of you.”

The thought of it made me sick. I loved my dad, but I wanted to pave my own way. However, as I reached the door, the sound of laughter caught my attention. I furrowed my brow, pausing for a moment. I heard two voices. My breath caught in my throat.

As the door swung open, the sound of laughter ceased. “Ah! There she is!” Mr. Henderson said, standing from his chair with a jovial expression on his face.

My eyes widened. The last person I wanted to see was lounging on the couch, looking every bit the confident CEO.

He wore a tailored black suit, with his jet black hair slicked to one side and his clear blue eyes gazing out at me from beneath two stern eyebrows. He sat confidently, his arm draped across the back of the sofa while his legs were crossed in a wide, powerful position.

“Miss Morgan,” Logan drawled, a smirk playing on his lips. “Good to see you again.”

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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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