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His Nanny Mate Chapter 368 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 368 Balcony Mates


Sleep was as elusive as ever that night. I tossed and turned, the sheets twisting around me until I felt utterly restricted. First I was too hot, then too cold, then scared of the monsters under the bed. I found myself checking the lock on the door, opening and closing my blinds, and turning this way and that until I finally began to give up hope all together.

I had never been one to sleep well in a hotel room. Ever since I was a little kid, I always preferred sleeping in my own bed. I recalled going to a handful of slumber parties, only to be calling my parents in the middle of the night, asking to come home.

And that wasn’t all that lurked in the shadows, either. In the dark, my thoughts always seemed to circle around me like black specters. Tonight in particular, those thoughts revolved around Logan: our kiss earlier, our complicated feelings, and most of all, his meeting with my parents in the morning.

I found no solace because of this, not even in the luxury of this swanky hotel room. The designer decor felt cold, foreign. I needed a break from my own racing thoughts.

With a resigned sigh, I threw off the covers and rose from the bed. Soft moonlight filled the room, casting shadows on the walls. I made my way across the room and rifled through my belongings.

There it was-my secret vice, hidden in the bottom of my travel bag. A small pack of cigarettes and a lighter, tucked away, unknown by everyone except for me.

I grabbed them, tiptoed to the balcony, and gently slid the door open. Once outside, I perched on the balcony chair and lit up. The first inhale was like a release, a dirty secret mingled with nicotine and menthol.

Just as I settled into the chair, a creaking sound startled me. The neighboring balcony door opened, and Logan emerged.

He froze for a moment, meeting my eyes, then stepped fully outside.

“Couldn’t sleep, huh?” His voice broke the serenity of the night, filled with an undertone of curiosity and maybe a hint of surprise.

I took a slow drag, exhaling the smoke before answering. It was too late now, I figured; he already saw the cigarette. No sense in hiding it.

“Sleep and I aren’t on the best terms tonight. How about you?”

He shrugged, leaning against the railing. “Thinking too much, I guess.”

“About tomorrow?” I dared to ask.

“Among other things,” he replied.

His eyes shifted to the cigarette between my fingers. “I didn’t expect you’d be a smoker.”

“I’m not,” I retorted, feeling caught yet defiant. “It’s… an occasional indulgence. Don’t tell me you’ve never had any.”

He shook his head but smirked. “I’m not judging. Mind if I join you, though? For research purposes, of course.”

“For science, then?” I chuckled as I handed him a cigarette, leaning over to light it for him.

He inhaled deeply, his eyes narrowing as if contemplating a complex puzzle. “You’re right; there’s a weird kind of relief in it.”

“See? Every bad decision has its merits.”

We sank into a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the occasional sounds of the city below and the muted puffs from our cigarettes. For a few minutes, the tension that had been knotting up inside me seemed to relax.

“So, you’ve met my family,” Logan suddenly blurted out. “Do you think I’ll fit in with yours?”

“I don’t know,” I said with a shrug. “Fitting in and getting along are too different things.”

He flicked his ashes over the railing. “Well, which do you think it would be? Or does it not matter to you?”

“Why? Does it matter to you?” I asked, meeting his gaze.

He paused, his cigarette hovering near his lips. I could sense that there was something unspoken there, something that he didn’t want to say. But he didn’t need to; I already knew what it would be.

“Listen,” I said, my voice a little softer now, “don’t worry. Just be yourself.”

Logan was silent for a few moments, each of us inhaling deeply from our cigarettes. Mine was nearly spent already, although I secretly considered lighting up another, just to avoid having to go back inside.

Finally, he spoke. “I just want to know if you think your parents will like me. That’s all.”

I hesitated for a heartbeat, almost afraid of how my answer might affect him. “Well, you know, my father might be willing to consider a business venture if he sees that you’re committed to legitimate operations.”

Logan looked at me, his eyes narrowing as if he was puzzled or disappointed. “That’s not what I meant, Ella.”

I quirked an eyebrow, trying to convey confusion. “What did you mean, then?”

He sighed, almost in an exasperated manner. “I mean, will they like me? Not as a potential business partner or asset, but as-well, you know. As a person,” he clarified, looking somewhat vulnerable for the first time.

Not wanting to stir the pot, I searched for the right words. “Why does it matter so much? I thought your main interest was business. Personal feelings shouldn’t play too significant of a role, right?”

The softness in his eyes waned. He crushed his cigarette in the ashtray on the balcony table. “I guess so,” he said, his voice tinged with a sadness that confused me.

Without another word, he turned and went inside, leaving me alone in the cool embrace of the night. The door slid shut behind him, severing the fragile connection that had sparked between us. I looked at my extinguished cigarette, then tossed it into the ashtray, my thoughts racing.

“He cares, Ella,” my wolf whispered, a subtle edge of disapproval coloring her tone. “It’s clear that he wants them to like him, not just for business reasons. You should know that by now.”

Tired, I looked back at Logan’s now-empty balcony. The moonlight seemed to accentuate its barrenness, making me feel even more alone. “You think I don’t know that” I responded back, my thoughts melding with Ema’s. “I don’t need him to get any more ideas.”

“But you’re just so…” My wolf paused, sounding exasperated. “…Rude, Ella.”

I hated to admit it, but her words struck me. I didn’t mean to be rude, per se-l was just trying to stand my ground, ground that was already trembling and cracking beneath my feet.

“Look,” I finally said with a sigh, standing. “I didn’t mean to be rude to him. But you know what my reasons are for all of this. You know why it’s not good for me to-”

“No, I don’t know,” she interrupted, sounding even more angry with me now, maybe even more angry than I had ever heard her before. “And I’m not sure if you know, either, Ella.”

I opened my mouth to retort out loud, but it was too late. My wolf’s presence disappeared just as quickly as it came, returning to her slumber. I was left with nothing but the echoes of our conversation and the sting of her words.

Was she right? Was I really just floating around aimlessly, driven by one whim after another?

Was I playing a game in which the ball was always in my court, and yet I was always spiking the ball directly into the sidelines, never having learned the rules?

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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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