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His Nanny Mate Chapter 343 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 343 Too Close


The atmosphere of the restaurant was alive with a cacophony of murmurs and a symphony of glassware clinking, but my focus was narrowed to the drink that I was nursing in the wake of Marina’s presence. I wasn’t alone for long, though, before I glanced over to see that Logan had silently appeared beside me.

“I have something to show you,” he insisted, his eyes shrouded in mystery and anticipation.

“What is it?” I asked.

Logan smirked and held his hand out for me. “It’s a surprise. You coming or not?”

I furrowed my brow, confused. Downing the last of my drink, I stood and smoothed down my dress. “And where, pray tell, is this mystery location?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“Like I said, it’s a surprise,” he murmured. His cryptic reply and the sly, playful glint lighting up his eyes took me off guard, but it seemed as though he had no intention of elaborating.

“Um… Alright,” I said, shrugging. At this point, I was just happy to have somewhere to go. It felt like we were in a den of vipers, and I desperately needed some air.

“That’s my girl.” Logan’s words made me blush. I took his outstretched arm and followed him through a set of double doors leading off of the patio and into the restaurant. Waiters and cooks passed by us as we delved further into the restaurant, but it seemed as though our presence was largely accepted, which was surprising.

“It’s just over here,” Logan said, leading me down a long hallway. I glanced nervously over my shoulder as the sounds of the restaurant faded, but I said nothing. A few moments later, we stopped in front of a little wooden door, and Logan gently pushed it open.

“Wow… Logan, what is this?” I asked as the light flicked on.

We found ourselves in a secluded room, and what it held was completely unexpected. The space was strewn with toys, adorned with costumes, and lined with books-something that I would never have expected to see inside of a restaurant.

“I used to play here as a kid,” Logan revealed, his voice tinged with a nostalgia as he looked around the room. “My family owns this place. It was one of the first restaurants they acquired. I would escape here while my dad was immersed in his work.”

“Really?” I asked quietly, glancing around.

Logan nodded. “Really. This was like my little hangout. Looking back, I think it was just a way to get my brother and I out of my parents’ hair. But Harry rarely played in here. It was mostly just me.”

There was a long silence as I looked around at the quaint sanctuary of Logan’s childhood. The room smelled of aged wood and had notes of that distinct musty smell, like the scent of a grandparent’s attic. My fingers lightly grazed the worn edges of miniature cars and aged toys, and a soft chuckle escaping my lips as I picked one of the toy cars up and examined it in the light. It looked worn and well-used from years of playing.

“You loved playing with toy cars even as a kid, huh?”

Logan’s eyes softened, a nostalgic smile lighting up his face as he picked up a weathered wooden car, its paint chipped and worn. “Yeah, I guess I always had a thing for them,” he said, rolling the little car between his fingers.

A hushed silence fell over us as he cradled the miniature vehicle, a relic of simpler times.

“One day,” he began, his voice a quiet whisper, “my parents had this huge fight. It was… it was really bad. To escape the noise, the anger, I found solace here.” He glanced around the room, every toy, every book, a silent witness to his refuge.

“And then,” he continued, his fingers gently caressing the little wooden car, “I found this, under a loose floorboard. It must have been left here by someone, long before my time. I would like to believe that this room had been a refuge for someone else at one point, too.”

His voice, laden with the weight of unseen scars and unspoken words, echoed around the room, making the little sanctuary feel smaller, more intimate. “Someday, I’d like to pass it on to my child.”

I found myself drawn into his world, the pain, the innocence, and the longing, making him more human, more relatable. “Why do you keep all of these things here, locked away? Why not bring them home?”

His gaze drifted as though he was lost in a sea of memories. “For the longest time, I couldn’t bring myself to enter this room,” he admitted, his voice breaking slightly. “My mom and I, we used to play here. It was our little world, away from the chaos.”

His confession was a revelation, a window into a part of Logan I hadn’t known existed. “Every toy, every book, it’s like… it’s a piece of her, and for the longest time, the pain of losing her made this room a reminder of what I had lost.”

A somber silence settled around us, the shadows of the past whispering secrets and regrets. “But lately,” he added, a faint hint of hope coloring his words, “I’ve felt more… open to embracing those memories, to remembering her.”

In that moment, the invisible presence of my wolf whispered soft words of solace, understanding, and something else. Longing, maybe. “He’s being so sweet, Ella. Can’t you see that?”

I couldn’t deny the truth in her words. Logan was unraveling before me, an unexpectedly wholesome mixture of nostalgia and childlike openness. “He is… surprisingly sweet.” But even then, my thoughts swirled, trying to figure out why he had decided to show me this; and why now, of all the times to show me.

“But why are you showing me this?” I asked, turning to face Logan once more.

He shrugged, averting his eyes back to the toy car in his hand. “I’m… not sure, honestly. I guess I thought a little show and tell wouldn’t hurt. Wanted to show you I had a normal childhood, too. I wasn’t always this… criminal.”

His words resonated within me, the acknowledgment of his layered existence painting him in a different light. “Logan, I’ve known for a while that you’re not just a criminal.”

“Have you?” Logan asked. I watched as he gently set the toy car down and took a step closer to me. His voice was husky, and his clear blue eyes were softer somehow. There was a faint redness to his cheeks, maybe from the alcohol at the party or… maybe something else.

“Yes,” I murmured, feeling the inescapable pull of my wolf as I picked up a waft of Logan’s scent. I found myself stepping closer too, unable to restrain myself. “I have.”

Logah said nothing. For a few moments, the air between us was electric, precarious. Then, suddenly, Logan was closing the distance between us.

I felt his lips mingle with mine, his tongue tasting like whiskey and something uniquely ‘Logan’. Without thinking, my fingers wound their way through his hair and pulled him closer. His hands found my waist through my silky dress, and I felt a primal urge to feel his body against mine.

But then, at the last moment, I came back to my senses. With a soft groan, I shoved him away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

“This isn’t us, Logan. This isn’t what we agreed upon,” I said, the struggle evident in my voice.

“Ella,” he responded, his voice a seductive whisper, “I know you want me just as much as I want you. It’s been months of this. What’s the harm in exploring our desires, just for tonight?”

Before I could answer, Logan closed the distance between us again. His hands on my waist sent an electric shock through my body, and I almost caved again as I felt my wolf’s primal urge course through me.

But I found the strength to push him away again, to reaffirm the boundaries.

“Back off, Logan,” I growled.

Logan opened his mouth to respond. But before any words could come out, there was a knock on the door, and we both froze.

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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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