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His Nanny Mate Chapter 361 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 361 Dress To Impress


As I stood in front of my bed, my eyes darted from one outfit to another where they laid sprawled out on top of the comforter.

I knew that this shouldn’t have been a difficult decision. But for some reason, it was. For reasons that I never wanted to admit, I found myself actually caring about how I looked in front of Logan, and I felt like an absolute moron. But I couldn’t deny it; I wanted to look nice.

As I pondered my choices, my wolf piped up in my mind, a sly undercurrent of mischief lacing her tone.

“Why don’t you wear the red dress? You know how good you look in it. Especially if you’re trying to catch someone’s eye.”

I grimaced. “I’m not trying to catch anyone’s eye, especially not Logan’s.”

She chuckled. “Sure. Let’s just pretend for a moment that you haven’t thought about how he’d react if you got all dressed up tonight.”

“Stop it. I don’t think of him in that way,” I shot back, feigning a coolness in my voice that I didn’t really feel.

“Oh? And what about the kiss at the luncheon? And that near hook-up in his old playroom?

That felt pretty real to me,” my wolf retorted, a note of triumph in her voice.

My breath hitched, my mind racing back to that electrifying moment when our lips had met, a moment of unrestrained emotion that had almost spiraled into something more. The feeling made me go soft, but I couldn’t afford to surrender to the emotion.

“That was the alcohol. It was nothing more than an accident,” I argued, even though I knew that I was grasping at straws.

“Sure. An accident. And falling asleep on his shoulder on the airplane? An accident too, I presume? How about the adrenaline rush at the car race? All accidental fun?”

I hesitated, truly lost for words. My wolf had a point, one I wasn’t willing to fully admit even to myself. I never wanted to catch feelings for Logan, and yet here I was, struggling to decide what to wear just to grab something for dinner. It had already been almost ten minutes since I closed my door in his face, and I still hadn’t picked something.

But as much as I hesitated to admit it, my wolf was right. I couldn’t completely deny the feelings that had grown between us, even though it pissed me off beyond all belief.

“I… don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mumbled out loud, but the blush warming my cheeks gave away my true feelings. I caught sight of myself in the mirror, and the flush was impossible to ignore.

With a resigned sigh, I selected a casual yet elegant outfit-a tailored pair of jeans that hugged my curves, and a flattering blouse with delicate lace trim.

Modest but beautiful, it was the kind of outfit that would impress without seeming like I was trying too hard. I added minimal makeup, just enough to brighten my eyes and give my lips a little color, and grabbed my cropped leather jacket in case of a cold breeze.

When I was finally ready, I opened the door to find Logan leaning casually against the wall outside my room.

His eyes met mine for a moment before making a leisurely journey down the length of my body and back up again. He was checking me out, as unapologetically as ever, and despite the assertiveness of the action, it didn’t feel invasive.

Instead, it sent a jolt of electricity through me, igniting that all too familiar blaze my wolf was so keenly aware of.

“Ready?” His voice broke the spell, grounding me back to reality.

“Yes,” I answered, not trusting myself to say more.

“Good, because I’m starving. Feels like I’ve been waiting for forever.” He grinned, the playful tone back in his voice.

I met his gaze, my wolf howling her approval within the depths of my soul. “Sorry,” I said. “But at least the place I’m taking you to is within walking distance.”

“Lead the way, then,” Logan replied, his eyes never leaving mine.

As we made our way down the hall toward the elevator, I felt his eyes on me again. Their scrutiny was almost palpable, and I caught myself glancing at him occasionally, trying to ignore the intensity of his gaze.

“So… You look nice,” Logan finally said, his voice carefully neutral, betraying nothing of the earlier heat between us.

“Nice?” I arched an eyebrow, pressing the button for the elevator. “And what would make you think I dressed up to impress you?”

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that resonated in the small space between us. “I never implied that you dressed up to impress me.”

I felt my face turn a deep shade of red, leaving me at a loss for words. But before I could say anything, Logan just laughed again. “Either way, you look great. That outfit suits you, though you look pretty no matter what you wear. Even if it’s an oversized hoodie and leggings.”

My face flamed at his words. He was recalling my airport outfit- one of the less glamorous ensembles I had ever dared to wear in public. “I can be a slob sometimes,” I mumbled, looking away.

His smile was warm, disarming. “Well, it doesn’t appear that way. Even when you dress down, you look like you put effort in.”

I blinked, a bit taken aback by the genuine compliment. “Um… Thanks,” I said softly.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open to reveal an older couple inside. One quick glance revealed that they were clearly struggling with their bags. Without a second thought, Logan darted in to help, lifting the heavy suitcases as if they weighed nothing.

“My, what a gentleman,” the old lady cooed, looking gratefully at Logan before turning her eyes on me. “And what a good-looking couple you two make.”

I opened my mouth to correct her, but Logan beat me to it. He slid an arm around my shoulders and drew me in close before I had a chance to say anything.

“I appreciate the compliment,” he said, his voice full of mischief. “Though it’s my fiancee here who’s really doing all the heavy lifting in the looks department. I’m just here to help folks carry their bags.”

The couple chuckled appreciatively, leaving the elevator with a parting wave, their eyes twinkling with what I imagined was nostalgia for their younger selves.

As soon as they were out of earshot, I shrugged off Logan’s touch, my cheeks burning. “You shouldn’t tell strangers we’re a couple when we’re not.”

He smirked, that infuriatingly endearing expression that made it hard for me to stay mad at him. “They’re strangers, so who cares? Besides, you’re well-known in this city, and I wouldn’t want any gossip to get out about everything, you know?”

I sighed. He had a point, but the brazen way he had claimed me as his own unsettled me more than I wanted to admit. “You might be right, but still… you shouldn’t be so brazen about it.”

Logan smirked. “Noted. My apologies, Miss Morgan,”

As we stepped onto the elevator, however, Logan’s words echoed in the back of my mind. To think of us as a real couple….

There was something tempting about it, as much as I didn’t want to admit it.

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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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