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His Nanny Mate Chapter 338 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 338 Act Natural


Standing by the bar, I tried to calm my racing heart amongst all of the mobsters. Logan was busy with a business partner, and I felt like I was swimming alone in a sea of sharks. But more than anything, Madeleine’s proposition still lingered in my mind, weighing me down.

A bartender was preparing my drink, the rhythmic clinking of the glasses providing a small distraction. But as my gaze swept the crowd, my eyes landed on a familiar face approaching the bar.

It was Devon.

My heart gave a little jolt. Devon, with his sharp jawline, dark hair, and a pair of piercing green eyes that always seemed to hold a secret. The same Devon who had come to my rescue with those catcallers in the park, and the very one who had whisked me away from potential danger on that yacht. My brief interactions with him were odd coincidences that remained etched in my memory.

Our eyes met, and a slow, knowing smile crept onto his face. “It’s you again.”

“Hey,” I replied, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

He leaned against the bar, a casual shrug lifting his shoulders.

“Distant family friend of Marina’s family. Honestly, I’m not really close to any of them. Just thought I’d be polite by making an appearance.” He took a sip of his drink, his eyes still fixed on mine. “Besides, it’s not often I get to attend such lavish events.”

I raised an eyebrow, teasingly. “So, you’re just here for the free food and drinks?”

He chuckled. “Maybe. Okay, you caught me red- handed. But between us,” he lowered his voice, leaning closer, “I’m not Marina’s biggest fan. I just like to keep things cordial.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s strange, you know? The way our paths keep crossing. First the park, then the yacht, and now here?”

He grinned, his teeth flashing white against his tanned skin. “It’s a small world, isn’t it? Or maybe the universe is trying to tell us something.”

The corner of my mouth twitched upward. “Oh? And what would that be?”

His gaze softened, the playfulness replaced by a genuine warmth. “Perhaps that friendships can form in the most unexpected of places. Or maybe it’s just saying that you need more jazz in your life.”

I tilted my head, puzzled. “Jazz?”

He nodded, the playful glint returning to his eyes. “I own a little jazz club downtown. If you’re ever bored on a weekend or just need a break from the high society drama,” he winked, “you should drop by. I’ll make sure you get food and drinks on the house.”

The invitation was tempting. “I might just take you up on that,” I replied with a smile.

Our moment was interrupted when a hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer. I glanced up to find Logan’s intense gaze fixed on Devon. The possessiveness in his stance was unmistakable.

“Devon,” I began, trying to defuse the sudden tension, “this is Logan. Logan, Devon. You two met before. On the yacht.”

Devon extended a hand, his expression polite. “Pleasure to meet you. Again.”

Logan took it, his grip firm, perhaps firmer than necessary. “Likewise.”

A moment of silence hung in the air before Devon cleared his throat. “Well, I should get going. It was nice running into you, Ella. And don’t forget: jazz club downtown. It’s called ‘The Cuckoo’s Nest’. Food and drinks on the house; just tell the bartender we’re friends.” With a nod to Logan, he turned and walked away.

Logan’s grip on me tightened as he watched Devon retreat. His jaw was set, eyes narrowed.

“Ooh,” Ema said, bristling with excitement. “Looks like someone’s jealous.”

“And he’s got no reason to be,” I responded. “We’re not together. And I’ve exchanged all of maybe five sentences total with Devon.”

I glanced up at Logan, taking in his protective stance. There was no doubt about it: he did look handsome when he was like this, and I hated to admit it. But before he could voice whatever was on his mind, I felt his presence stiffen once more beside me.

“Act natural,” he murmured into my ear, a hint of tension evident in his voice. I blinked, taken aback. “What do you mean? What’s-?”

Before I could finish my sentence, a tall, imposing figure cut through the crowd towards us. The distinguished features, salt-and-pepper hair, and the air of authority marked the man unmistakably as Logan’s father, Leonard. His piercing gaze settled on me, causing an involuntary shiver to course through my spine.

“Hey, dad,” Logan greeted, his voice carefully neutral.

“Logan.” Leonard’s eyes raked over me, a shadow of suspicion dancing in their depths. “Miss Ella,” he greeted, his tone polite but guarded. “You look stunning tonight.”

“Thank you, Mr. Barrett,” I replied, nodding, the weight of his attention making me suddenly very aware of every little movement and nuance in my voice.

“So,” he remarked, his eyes still fixed intently on mine, “how have you two been? Still in love, I hope? I’m afraid that my son doesn’t update me on your relationship like I would hope he would.”

It was clear that he was trying to figure me out, gauge the nature of our relationship. Someone had sown seeds of doubt in his mind. Logan’s arm tightened around me, a silent gesture of support.

“We’ve been great,” I lied, offering a stiff smile. “I’m a lucky woman.”

Leonard paused, a cold smirk gracing his lips. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke again. “You know, that reminds me: I’ve been meaning to meet your parents, Ella. Would it be possible to invite them to the city soon?”

A frown tugged at my lips. “I appreciate the gesture, Mr. Barrett, but my parents are currently overseas. They won’t be back for several months, actually.”

It was a lie. A total lie. My parents were right at home, just a few hours’ flight away from this city. But I wasn’t about to tell Leonard that; I needed to get through this year-long arrangement without my parents meeting Leonard.

A knowing smile quirked his lips. “Oh, you haven’t heard? Edrick was just seen in your city. I guess they came back sooner.”

The color drained from my face, my heart racing. “Really? I wasn’t informed of this,” I lied again, swallowing. Leonard chuckled softly, the sound devoid of warmth. “It seems there’s much you don’t know.”

“I’ll talk to my father, then,” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper. All the while, my mind raced. I hadn’t planned on Leonard keeping tabs on my parents, this changed things. I would have to come up with a new excuse, and quickly.

The moment was disrupted by Harry’s approach. Throughout the event so far, I had caught him sending me smirks from across the venue. The mischievous glint in his eye had made me uneasy, but now, with him approaching us, that unease transformed into full-blown anxiety.

“Ella, darling!” he exclaimed, a little too enthusiastically, wrapping an arm around me. The juxtaposition of his overly familiar gesture with the almost mocking tone of his voice put me on high alert.

I tried to pull away subtly, but his grip remained firm. “Harry.”

He feigned innocence, eyes twinkling. “You really must invite your parents soon. Unless, of course, they’re too busy…”

Logan’s grip on my shoulder tightened, a silent warning to Harry. But Harry continued, unperturbed, “Or perhaps, you can’t. After all, how would you finally explain to them about their daughter finding her mate?”

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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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