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His Nanny Mate Chapter 280 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 280 Contracts & Promises


The sun’s late afternoon light spilled into my office, casting long golden fingers over the documents I had meticulously drafted the previous night and spent all morning working on. I sipped on a cup of coffee, its bitter tang juxtaposed against the heavy sweetness of my lingering doubt.

Instead of spending the day working on my case with Logan, which I should have been doing, I spent it writing up this contract. Every word, every line, every clause had to be absolutely perfect. I had to protect myself, and this was the best way that I knew how.

But in reality, what was I really doing? Could a simple contract-a piece of paper-really guarantee my safety in a world so deeply entrenched in intrigue and power plays?

Of course, Logan was late. He was supposed to meet me at my office an hour ago, but he never showed. I figured that it would be just like him, to make this promise and then ghost me without signing the contract.

Just as I was engrossing myself in a particularly tricky clause, my phone buzzed. I almost jumped, spilling a few drops of coffee onto the corner of my desk. Anxiously wiping it away, I answered. “Hello?”

“It’s Logan.”

His voice was terse, the backdrop noisy. I could hear the echo of shouted orders, a revving engine, and something that sounded like metal clanging on metal. Was he in a metal shop or something?

“Logan, I have the contract ready,” I said, choosing to ignore these strange sounds. “We agreed on this. When can you come over to sign it?”

There was a momentary pause. “Look, I know I promised I’d be there already, and I’m sorry. But I’m dealing with some… matters right now. But I’ve sent a car for you, and I called to check since it should be there by now. Come to the mansion.”

I hesitated, my mind instantly flashing back to Sarah’s chilling words from yesterday. The thought of once more walking into what might be a lion’s den made my heart race.

“No,” I finally said, trying to muster as much courage as I could. “I won’t fall for any traps, Logan. We’ll sign this in a neutral place.”

“A trap?” He sounded genuinely surprised, his voice rising. “Ella, you think I’m trapping you? You don’t need to come, but the car is there anyway. If you change your mind, get in and my driver will take you here. I promise I’m not the boogeyman, or whatever it is that you think I am.”

My heart was pounding as we hung up the phone. Was I really going to do this? Was I going to trust him? The papers on my desk seemed to mock me, the inked contract a stark reminder of the games and the power plays that were part and parcel of this world I had become involved with.

The decision felt as if it took a lifetime, but finally, determination won over fear. This contract needed to be signed as soon as possible.

Grabbing my purse, I hurried out of my apartment, the door clicking shut behind me. As I approached the car, the driver looked up and gave a curt nod. “Miss Morgan?”

“Yes,” I managed to say, my voice unsteady. He opened the door for me, and I slid into the plush back seat, my heart in my throat.

The journey to Logan’s mansion seemed both too long and too short, all at the same time. My mind was a whirlwind of questions and uncertainties, each mile that passed adding to the growing apprehension.

When we finally arrived, I found myself almost frozen in my seat, my body refusing to comply with my brain’s command to move. The driver had to clear his throat to prompt me.

“Miss Morgan? We’re here.”

I stumbled out of the car, my legs feeling weak. The grandeur of Logan’s mansion never failed to take my breath away, but today, it felt different. It felt like I was stepping into a lion’s den, voluntarily. “Logan’s in the basement,” the driver informed me as he closed the door.

“The basement?” I echoed, both surprised and concerned. “Yes, Miss. Just follow the stairs down.”

I nodded and made my way into the mansion, my footsteps echoing in the vast emptiness. It was unusually quiet, the normal hustle and bustle of the servants missing. “This is stupid, Ella,” I thought to myself, chewing my lip. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

My wolf, who was finally speaking to me again, only perked up as a familiar voice came into earshot.

“Careful, Brian! Lift it gently!”

Logan’s voice was followed by what sounded like a clatter of metal and a muttered curse coming from the basement. I quickened my pace, my curiosity piqued, and peered down into the darkness. There was a set of wooden stairs leading down, and I could see shadows moving around. They appeared to be banging on something. I heard grunting, and then the two shadows seemed to be dragging something heavy across the floor.

“Bodies?” I thought to myself, swallowing. “Don’t be ridiculous, Ella,” my wolf’s voice responded. “Do bodies sound metallic when struck?”

“You have a point.”

I began to head down the stairs, although tentatively and fully prepared to turn and run if need be. But when I reached the bottom step, what I saw stopped me in my tracks and took me completely by surprise, even more than bodies.

Logan was there, his sleeves rolled up, his hands and face smudged with dirt and grease, working alongside one of the servants. It appeared as though they were… trying to fix a broken furnace.

“Logan?” I called out, unable to hide the shock in my voice. He looked up, surprise evident in his eyes, and then a smile broke through. “Ella! You came after all.”

I could only nod, still stunned by the sight in front of me. “What are you doing?” I finally managed to ask, taking a step closer.

Logan wiped his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of dirt. “Fixing the furnace. It broke down this morning. This is the infamous ‘trap’ you were so afraid of.”

It was, indeed, not a trap at all. Rather, it was nothing more than a rusty furnace and two men who were covered in grease and dirt.

Logan, no longer wearing his usual suit and tie, now wore a dirty white t-shirt and jeans. The sleeves of his shirt clung to his sweaty biceps. His dark hair clung to his forehead in certain places, and he had a slight scruff of beard growing on his face from a lack of shaving that morning.

I hated to admit it, but he looked… hot. I had to quickly look away to hide the redness that was growing in my cheeks.

But despite that, I was still utterly taken aback to see Logan, the incredibly wealthy son of a Mafia boss, actually getting his hands dirty working on equipment in the basement. Maybe that was why my next words, which were completely rude and uncalled for, spilled out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“A broken furnace?” I asked, looking up at Logan with wide eyes. “Isn’t this a servant’s job?”

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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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