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His Nanny Mate Chapter 356 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 356 Frequent Flyers

Ella

The buzzing of the airport around me felt as if it was compounding my already mounting stress.

I always hated airports. To me, they were nothing but anxiety-inducing cacophonies of shuffling feet, murmured conversations, and the repetitive announcements coming through the loudspeakers.

Like a caged animal, I paced back and forth in the lobby, my eyes flicking every few seconds to the large digital clock overhead. The numbers shifted relentlessly: 9:22 a.m.

Logan was late. We were going to be late. Everything felt late, and everything would be ruined. I’d have to cancel my trip to visit my parents. I’d lose my money on my tickets. All of this stress would be for nothing.

I ran my hand through my hair, exhaling deeply. My anxiety manifested itself as a dull ache in my temples. My phone buzzed with a new message. It was from work, a new email needing my attention. Perfect timing. I sighed and began typing a response when a hand softly touched my shoulder.

“You’re late,” I said instantly, cutting him off before he even had the chance to utter a greeting. The words came out sharper than I intended, but my anxiety was causing me to teeter precariously between moderate annoyance and losing all sense of self-control

Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, but also a touch bewildered. “Late? Our flight’s not till 10:30, Ella. It’s only 9:23. Why are you in such a rush?”

I felt a surge of exasperation mix with my relief at seeing him. “Because, Logan, we still need to check in, drop off our luggage, get through TSA, and find our terminal. And god knows how long security lines could be. There could be delays! We could miss-”

He laughed. He actually laughed, as if the airport wasn’t a horrific maze of one confusing terminal after the other, frantic travelers, and impatient flight attendants. “Wow, I had no idea you were such a nervous traveler,” he teased.

I crossed my arms defensively. “I’m not nervous. I’m just realistic.”

Logan’s mouth curved upwards into that playful smirk that I had grown all too familiar with. I hadn’t seen it since right before he broke that guy’s nose at the race a week prior, but it was just as I remembered it. “Sure,” he said. “Whatever you say, Miss Morgan.”

The airport was a maze of signs, arrows, and people-a constant reminder of how everyone was just living their own lives, intersecting momentarily within these pristine white walls. We worked our way through more slowly than I would have liked. But Logan seemed at ease, even pausing to grab a magazine from one of the shops.

Finally, we reached the security checkpoint. I felt my heartbeat accelerate as I fumbled with my shoes, hastily placing them in one of the gray bins.

Logan smoothly followed suit, his movements so calm it was as if he were performing a leisurely daily routine. He laughed and joked with the TSA guards, and didn’t bat an eye when he was pulled to the side for a random security scan.

Meanwhile, I resisted the urge to both vomit and roll my eyes at the same time. How he was so calm was a mystery to me.

We cleared security, and to my disbelief, we still had time before our flight. How that happened, I couldn’t fathom. It must have been some twist of cosmic fate, or maybe I was caught in a ripple of Logan’s ever-present luck.

We settled into one of the airport cafes, chic in a way that was meant to make travelers forget they were eating in a transportation hub.

Stainless steel accents framed plush leather chairs, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee intermingled with the scent of buttery pastries.

The din of the cafe offered a comforting backdrop-people chatting, espresso machines steaming, the occasional ding of a barista announcing another order ready at the counter. It felt strangely intimate, despite the public setting.

Logan and I found a spot in the corner, away from the stream of people coming and going. He sipped his black coffee, staring at me over the rim of his cup while I frantically rifled through my carry-on to check for the third time that I had my necessities: neck pillow, book, eye mask, the works.

Inside of my bag, aside from the hodgepodge of necessities, was another must-have: a little stuffed duck that had traveled with me since I was a kid. Moana had purchased it for me years ago and it had rarely left my side since then, especially when I was traveling. It was a trivial, but also comforting, emotional crutch.

I made sure to keep it out of sight, hidden in a side pocket. Knowing Logan, he was sure to tease me for it.

“Did you not fly frequently growing up?” he finally asked, setting his cup down as he eyed my bag. “You seem like this is your first time flying.”

I shrugged. “We went on yearly trips overseas. I’ve flown plenty. I just… like to be prepared, that’s all.”

He grinned, placing his cup back on the saucer.

“Ah, yearly trips on private jets. The perks of being an heiress.”

I frowned, setting my bag down with more force than necessary. “First of all, we never took private jets. And secondly, even if my dad had entertained the idea, Moana would have killed him.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Why’s that?”

“Moana is the Golden Wolf,” I explained. “Environmentalism and humanitarianism are sort of her whole thing. The idea of flying a private jet and spewing fumes into the air isn’t exactly her style. Nor is it mine.”

He chuckled, obviously entertained by the image. “So, no private jets, but I’m guessing first class wasn’t out of the question, though?”

I sighed. “Okay, fine. Yes, we flew first class. My dad wouldn’t have it any other way. But it’s not like I had any say in the matter. I was a kid.”

Logan’s eyes twinkled, and his lips turned up at the corners. “Still, you’re more pampered than you let on.”

Pampered? The word rang in my ears, unsettling me. But then I remembered one distinct memory from my past, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “There was actually one time we flew business class. It was for a last- minute trip-a funeral. I was sandwiched between people, cramped with no room to stretch my legs.”

“And how was that life-altering experience for you?” Logan asked, smirking.

“It was a nightmare,” I admitted, shaking my head at the absurdity of my own words. “I kept knocking my elbows into the stranger next to me, and my legs were squished up like an accordion. It made me appreciate the ‘luxuries’ I had taken for granted.”

Logan laughed and took another sip of his coffee. “You’re more of a princess than you let on, aren’t you?”

I shot him a glare, but it lacked any real substance. “You’re mistaking comfort for extravagance.”

He leaned back in his chair, looking ever so pleased with himself. “Says the lady who’s used to flying first class and gets anxious about perfectly timed flights.”

Despite my best efforts, I found myself chuckling, Logan had this innate ability to make light of situations, to make them feel less burdensome. And as we sat there, laughing over the idiosyncrasies of our travel experiences, I realized something. He also had the ability to make me feel less alone in a world that often seemed overwhelmingly vast and unpredictable.

Lost in my musings, I didn’t notice Logan’s eyes dart to my bag until I felt a poke on my arm. Startled, I turned toward him. His face was donned with an insufferable smirk, his finger pointing at my slightly open carry-on where the little stuffed duck’s head was visibly peeking out.

When I had dropped it to the ground, it had come loose from its hiding place.

A flush crept up my cheeks, and my hand shot down to shove the toy back into the bag, burying it beneath a sweater as if hiding evidence of a crime.

“Did I just see a little stuffed-”

“No,” I interrupted. “You saw nothing.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed playfully, the corners of his lips curling into an even wider smirk.

“Not a nervous traveler, indeed,” he said, casting me one last mischievous glance before diving back into his magazine.

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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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