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His Nanny Mate Chapter 68 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 68: A New Page


Now that the issue of Moana’s pregnancy was settled, in our household at least, I felt much more at peace than before. Ella seemed to get happier by the day, and would chatter away about her future sibling almost every night at dinner. The issue of figuring out how to best bring it up to my parents was still something I would have to deal with, but at least I had a little time; it’ wasn’t as though my father was walking around my penthouse and would see Moana’s growing belly, unlike Ella, who would’ve seen it happening before her very eyes. Part of me wanted to keep up the lie and tell my parents that I wasn’t the father, but I knew that it would be useless with Ella running around. Eight year olds don’t exactly make the best keepers of secrets.

Things seemed to settle down into a new normal over the next several days. The servants were kind to Moana and helped her whenever she needed it, but she was still mostly independent with her work. However, I couldn’t help but wonder if she would really still be considered a ‘nanny’ once she got further on in the pregnancy, and especially once she had the baby. I had the money to continue paying her for caring for Ella, of course, but I did wonder occasionally if it would be appropriate — especially once my family found out.

I just kept telling myself that we could cross that bridge when we came to it, though, and that bridge was still quite a ways away. I could take some time to think about the best plan of action as to how to address it when that time came.

I noticed that Moana seemed to be spending more time doodling in her sketchbook — well, not really doodling, as she was admittedly far better than that. Whenever she had some time to herself while Ella played or was busy with her violin and piano lessons, I would catch her sitting in some sunny corner with her sketchbook in her lap.

If I was being honest, it made me a bit curious. She seemed so focused on her drawings; what, exactly, was she drawing?

She caught me looking a few times, too. But I wasn’t only looking at her sketchbook.

When I would see her in the sunlight, her hair would turn an even more fiery shade of red. And, as the pregnancy progressed, she seemed to have a maternal glow about her that made her even more beautiful. I caught her sometimes looking at me, too, and we’d both quickly look away at the same time with an unspoken rule between us to not say anything about it.

But, when I couldn’t sleep at night, I kept those images of her in my mind; particularly the one image that was still burned into my memories of the morning that I found her sleeping with Ella. Sometimes, just thinking about it made me fall asleep, but most nights it kept me awake more than anything.

I tried not to think about her. It wasn’t the right thing for me to think about her. Even though she was carrying my child, she was still the same as before: my very human nanny. I couldn’t have any sort of romantic relationship with her, and that was final. Even the thought of it had to be cast out of my mind before things went too far.

That was why, one night, I decided to climb out of bed and get myself a drink; maybe the alcohol would make the picture of her in the sunlight leave my mind.

I quietly walked to the living room, barefoot in nothing but my pajama pants, and poured myself a glass of wine at the minibar. I sunk down into the large, plush armchair with a sigh, and swirled the red liquid around in my glass before taking a sip.

“Bleh.” I made a face to myself as I realized that the wine had gotten too warm and now tasted foul. I got up and grabbed the bottle, shuffling over to the kitchen to dump it out into the sink. When I was finished, I walked back to the minibar and decided to go for the old tried and true: whiskey.

As I was pouring the whiskey, however, I noticed something: Moana’s bedroom door, which I could see from where I stood, was cracked open. The light was on. Something in me wanted to check to see why she was up this late and if she was okay, so I quietly walked over and knocked softly.

There was no answer. Maybe she fell asleep while reading?

I slowly cracked the door open a little more and poked my head in, but she wasn’t in her bed.

“Moana?” I quietly called out, stepping into her room. Her bathroom door was open, and she wasn’t in there. I decided that she must have fallen asleep in Ella’s room, so I walked over to the bedside table to shut off the lamp with a sigh.

That was when I saw her sketchbook lying on the bed.

My curiosity got the best of me. I couldn’t help myself; I set my glass of whiskey down on the side table and picked up the sketchbook, opening it. As I flipped through, I saw countless drawings of the city view from her balcony, each one getting better than the last, as though she was practicing.

Then, I came across the sketch I’d found her working on during one of the nights we slept together. I sank down onto the edge of the bed as I looked at it, taking in how beautifully she’d finished it. It was the finished drawing of Ella and I on the ferris wheel. Ella was sitting on my lap, pointing with her finger out over the crowd with a smile on her face. Moana had stylized it, of course, and had removed my surgical mask and sunglasses. My eyes looked so lifelike as they followed Ella’s finger.

I turned the page then, and suddenly felt a skip in my chest as I saw what she’d drawn next.

That must have been what she’d been working on so much lately: little doodles of baby shoes, baby clothes, and, when I turned the page…

A list of names.

Adam. Genevieve. Liam. Celeste. Noah… She hadn’t only been drawing these past several days, but she’d also been thinking of names. Something about it warmed my heart, to think that she was sitting in those patches of sunlight thinking about our baby’s name.

Suddenly, I heard the floorboards creak next door in Ella’s room. I cursed under my breath and quickly threw the sketchbook down on the bed, tiptoeing out and just managing to get out to the living room before I saw Moana sleepily come out of Ella’s room, then shuffle over to her room and shut the door behind her.

I breathed out a sigh of relief. How could I explain that I was in her room, snooping through her sketchbook at night?

But then again, as I walked back to my room, I realized that I’d have to explain it anyway — because I’d accidentally left my glass of whiskey on her bedside table.

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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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