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His Nanny Mate Chapter 265 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 265 #Chapter 13 Sleeping With The Flanco


As we exited the mansion, the gravel crunched underfoot, the sound reverberating in the otherwise silent evening. Logan led the way, his long strides confident and unhurried.

We approached a sleek black car with tinted windows. Its polished surface mirrored the moon’s glow, casting eerie reflections of our figures.

“Get in,” he instructed, not a command so much as a casual suggestion. But his clear blue eyes told a different story. They were always watching, assessing. I hesitated, eyeing the vehicle and then him.

“Where are we going?” My voice carried a hint of defiance, a touch of the suspicion I felt. Logan had an unpredictable streak that made him intriguing, but also undeniably dangerous.

“To eat,” he replied nonchalantly, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I know a good place.” The guarded expression didn’t leave my eyes. “And why should I trust you? If you try any tricks, Logan, I swear, I’ll kill you.”

His response was swift and unexpected. With an amused smile playing on his lips, he tilted his head, fully exposing the vulnerable column of his neck. “Like I said before, you’re welcome to rip me apart, Ella. I’d consider it an honor to be murdered by someone as captivating as you.”

I scowled, taken aback by his audacity. “You’re full of shit.” Logan chuckled, a rich sound that held genuine mirth. “Perhaps. But aren’t you a bit curious?”

With a reluctant sigh, I relented, opening the passenger door and sliding in. As he took the driver’s seat, the scent of leather and a hint of his cologne filled the space, a strangely comforting aroma that lulled my heightened senses.

The engine purred to life and we began to move, weaving through the less-frequented roads. I realized we weren’t as isolated as I’d thought. The towering buildings of the city loomed in the distance, illuminated by a myriad of lights, a stunning backdrop to our journey.

It was beautiful, watching the city skyline from this perspective, a shimmering mirage against the dark tapestry of the night.

The drive was shorter than I expected. Before I knew it, Logan was pulling into a parking space outside a quaint burger joint by the water. The neon sign buzzed softly, casting its warm light over the exterior, and through the windows, I could see the lively hustle and bustle of patrons..

“Here we are,” Logan declared, a hint of pride in his voice. “Told you I knew a good place.”

I was surprised. This didn’t seem like the sort of place that someone like Logan would go to eat. It seemed like nothing more than a simple waterside burger joint. But then again, I supposed that this mobster had more to him than meets the eye.

“I still can’t fathom it,” I murmured to myself as I stepped out of the luxurious car. “Why am I always dining with this mobster?”

Logan chuckled from beside me, flashing a boyish grin. “For someone who claims to be such an independent spirit, you sure do seem to have a penchant for my company.”

My throat clenched. Dammit, I thought to myself. That was meant for Ema. “Sorry,” I said, clenching my jaw tightly. “That wasn’t meant to be said out loud.”

Logan just threw back his head and laughed, the sound echoing across the still night air. It was strangely infectious, and despite the absurdity of our situation, I found myself stifling a grin.

The waterfront’s cool breeze brushed past us as we approached the burger joint, its neon sign glowing invitingly.

The restaurant was an unassuming gem, strategically perched on the edge of the waterfront, almost kissing the harbor’s embrace. Picnic tables, filled to the brim with happy families and flirting couples, littered the front patio.

Inside the little restaurant, there was hardly even enough space to stand. Logan elbowed his way through the crowd, held up two fingers and said something to the cashier that I couldn’t quite make out. A few moments later, I was being ushered over to the end of the counter. It wasn’t long before two burgers, wrapped in paper, and a paper bag filled with greasy french fries were shoved into our hands.

“This way,” Logan mouthed, his voice lost in the din as he nodded his head toward a back entrance. I followed him hesitantly, but upon bursting back out into the cool night, I found myself breathless.

What really set this eatery apart was its breathtaking view. We were mere feet away from the ocean, its dark, velvety waters shimmering under the moonlight. Every so often, the gentle lap of waves against the shore would create ripples, making the water dance in a symphony of silver and blue.

Overlooking this serene spectacle was the city’s skyline, a beautiful juxtaposition of nature and urbanity. Skyscrapers, their glass facades illuminated in a myriad of colors, pierced the night sky, standing tall and proud. They cast their reflections on the water, creating a mesmerizing mosaic of light and shadow.

“I’ve seen way too many gangster movies, you know?” I said, glancing at the glistening water. “There’s always that ominous line about ‘sleeping with the fishes’. I’m not too keen on becoming part of that cinematic trope.”

Logan leaned in, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Before any watery farewells, I promise, at least you’ll have a delicious final meal.” He winked. I stifled a laugh. “How very generous of you.”

Logan led me over to a small ledge with a metal railing. I watched in awe as he casually sat down on the edge, sticking his feet out through the wide spaces between the rails. He patted the spot next to him, and before I even sat, he was unwrapping his burger and taking a large bite, immediately followed by a mouthful of French fries.

I sat beside him. The aroma of the burgers and fries was enough to make me temporarily forget about my fears.

“You know, Ella,” he began, his mouth full, “I always thought you were just here playing the rebellious heiress, out to have a wild city adventure. But now, I see there’s so much more to you.”

I took a deliberate bite of my burger, avoiding his gaze. “What do you mean?” His fingers tapped rhythmically against the railing, creating metallic vibrations that ran down the length of it. “Your dream, Ella. Your ambition to change the city. It’s intriguing. And it got me thinking.”

“I’m listening,” I responded warily. “If you go back to your firm, start with that small case I mentioned, and prove yourself, maybe then…” He trailed off, leaning in closer. “Maybe then, I can help you with a case that’ll give you a real fight against the mafia.”

I almost choked on my drink. “You? Help me take down the mafia? Aren’t you a part of it?” He smirked, revealing a hint of mischief. “Not my mafia, darling. Another one.” I frowned, processing his words. “A factional war? What do you get out of it?”

Logan’s gaze intensified, and he leaned even closer, so close I could feel the warmth of his breath. “What if it’s a step towards your ultimate goal? Would you consider my offer then?”

My heart hammered against my ribcage. “What do you want from me?”

His voice dropped to a whisper, laden with sincerity and an emotion I couldn’t quite place. “Pretend to be my girlfriend.”

I choked on my burger, my eyes widening in disbelief. Coughing, I managed to sputter, “What?!”

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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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