Switch Mode

His Nanny Mate Chapter 281 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 281 Fast Cars & Slow Smiles


“A broken furnace? Isn’t this a servant’s job?”

As soon as the words slipped out of my mouth, I felt my eyes widened. “Ella!” my wolf growled, annoyed by my words. “That’s rude! Why did you say that?”

Truthfully, I didn’t know why I said it. It just… slipped out. Surprise, maybe?

“I-I’m sorry,” I said aloud, swallowing. “That was rude. I just meant that I’m shocked to see you working on a furnace, that’s all.”

My words were met with a chuckle from the other man who was working with Logan. The servant, a man of about fifty with grizzled hair and weathered hands, looked up at me from where he kneeled on the floor next to the furnace and winked.

“None taken, Miss. I know it’s shocking for a man of Mr. Logan’s status, but believe it or not, we work on all kinds of stuff together,” the servant explained, his voice full of pride. “Mr. Logan here is so good with his cars, it allows him to fix all manner of things. We’re all happy to have him for a boss ’cause he helps out with difficult tasks like this when he’s able.”

“Cars?” I asked, my interest piqued. Logan nodded, and a playful glint appeared in his eyes. “Yes, cars. I’m good with mechanical stuff. You might find it surprising, but I love getting my hands dirty. Come on, follow me.”

He gestured for me to follow him, and I did, still feeling slightly dazed. As we walked through the expansive mansion, I couldn’t shake off the astonishment I felt. The Logan who stood before me, hands covered in grease and shirt stained with sweat, was far from the suave, sophisticated man I had previously known.

He led me to a huge garage, its large doors sliding open to reveal yet another secret about him that I hadn’t expected.

The garage that Logan had revealed was far from a simple storage space for vehicles. It was a meticulously organized temple of automotive beauty and mechanical prowess.

As I stepped further inside, my eyes widened into saucers. I couldn’t help but feel like I had entered into Logan’s secret sanctuary. Almost instantly, my senses were assaulted by the smell of gasoline and rubber, but it was a good smell. Pleasantly intoxicating.

The first thing that really struck me, though, was the sheer size of it. It was more akin to a professional showroom than a personal garage. Polished concrete floors reflected the overhead lighting, casting a warm glow that danced across the surface of the vehicles.

Each car, whether a luxurious sports model or a classic vintage piece, was positioned with deliberate care, allowing ample room to admire them from every angle.

Along the far wall, a collection of tools and mechanical equipment was arranged with almost surgical precision.

Wrenches, screwdrivers, and specialized automotive instruments were hung in clear view, ready to be used at a moment’s notice. There were workbenches cluttered with engine parts, sketches, and manuals.

And then in another corner of the garage, I noticed a small lounge area with leather chairs, framed photographs of racing moments, and shelves lined with trophies and medals.

Clearly, this space served not only as a place for work but also for relaxation and reflection. I could almost envision Logan and his friends or fellow enthusiasts gathering here to discuss their latest projects or just to share their passion for cars.

“These are all yours?” I asked, slowly walking down the row of cars.

“Yep,” Logan said, using a clean part of the hem of his shirt to wipe a smudge off of one of the car hoods. “Years and years of saving my money led to this. That one down there was my very first car.”

I followed his gaze to a sleek red car. I knew nothing about cars, but it looked vintage. And fast. I wandered over to it, my eyes taking in the cream-colored leather interior and the hood that was so shiny I could see myself in it like a mirror.

I could see that Logan had a hands-on relationship with these cars. He didn’t just drive them, he understood them. He tinkered with them, improved them, and made them a part of his life.

“This is a hobby of mine,” Logan said, his voice tinged with passion. “I love working on them, tweaking, modifying, and of course, driving them. I like to drive fast.”

He smirked, that cocky grin that I had seen so many times before. “I could take you out in one of my fastest cars and show you a good time,” he said, his voice dripping with sweetness like honey.

I blinked at him with wide eyes, my mind still grappling with this new side of Logan that had been unveiled. The cars, the machinery, the hands-on approach – it was all so unexpected.

And, although I never would admit it, it attracted me. My wolf was practically begging for me to get dirty right along with him amongst all of these cars. It took everything in my power to hold her back.

Then he saw the contract in my hand, and his expression changed. “I almost forgot,” he said, taking it from me and quickly signing it, the pen leaving a trail of grease from his hands on the paper.

I gingerly took it back, a strange mix of relief and embarrassment washing over me. I had been so distrusting, so ready to believe the worst, and yet here was Logan, proving me wrong in every way. I tucked the contract into my satchel, still feeling a bit silly.

“Thank you,” I managed to say, my voice sincere. He nodded, watching me closely. “You’re welcome, Ella. I’m happy to do whatever it takes to make sure you feel safe and comfortable as we navigate this arrangement of ours.”

I looked around the garage, my eyes drawn once more to Logan’s first car. It looked like a beast waiting to be unleashed, and I could feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of experiencing its power.

“What’s wrong?” Logan asked, cocking his head. “You look like you saw a ghost.”

I shook my head, patting the side of my satchel. “Nothing. Thanks for signing the contract. I’ll make copies and you can have one.”

“No need.” Logan leaned back on the hood of one of the red race cars and folded his arms across his chest, revealing once more how his biceps bulged and strained against the sleeves of his dirty t-shirt. Even from where I stood, he smelled like sweat and oil. I felt my face getting hot once again, and I quickly looked away.

“Um… Alright, then,” I said somewhat awkwardly, turning toward a little door that looked like it led to the outside. “See you later. Your case should be all set soon, so…”

“Sure thing, Ella,” Logan said, ever the picture of perfect poise and relaxation. I was about to leave, my head still spinning with all that I had learned and seen, when his words stopped me in my tracks.

“Wait! What about that ride?” he called after me, that teasing smile playing on his lips again as I turned back to face him.

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!
His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Score 9.8
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.  

QNA About His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

What Storyline Did His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story?

This novel is based on the dark side of marriage and divorce. Different story involving the character Moana and her experiences in a world dominated .It’s a romantic genre story to read with the characterization of couple His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story following up with many incidents around.

What's are Popular  novel written by Eve Above Story ?

There are many novels are written by Eve Above Story but can try My Hockey Alpha By Eve Above Story .


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *


not work with dark mode