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His Nanny Mate Chapter 357 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 357 All Aboard

Ella

Boarding the plane should have filled me with a sense of accomplishment and relaxation from knowing that we had made it and only needed to lay back now that we were on our way, but it didn’t.

I had never been an easy flyer. Ever since I was a kid, airplanes-and the thought of those airplanes crashing to the ground from thousands of feet up in the air-had freaked me out more than anything else. I never had any issues when it came to climbing trees, scraping up my body, training, or the dark, but airplanes? That was a whole different beast in and of itself.

My parents often had to bribe me with treats and promises that everything would be okay in order for me to get on an airplane, and despite the fact that we flew at least once a year in comfortable first-class seating, I had always been anxious.

Pretty much up until I hit twelve or thirteen, I had to spend flights being held by either my father or Moana. And once I was too old to do that, I still often found myself gripping both of their hands like my life depended on it. Thankfully, neither of them ever complained, and I always appreciated their support.

But I always envied Daisy, who never batted an eye at flights. While she would spend the flights gazing out the window in wonder at the clouds and mountaintops, I was sitting there with my stuffed duck clutched tightly to my chest and my eyes squeezed shut so hard you would need to use a vise to pry them open.

This time was no different. With age, I had managed to refine the art of pretending not to be perturbed even though I was utterly terrified. Squeezing my eyes shut was replaced by a silk eye mask covering my fear. Gripping my parents’ hands was replaced by gripping the armrests in such a way so as not to appear tense.

But as the flight attendant waved me toward my seat, the terror only began to mount even further.

Meanwhile, Logan trailed effortlessly behind me in his usual manner, seemingly unaffected by the sense of fear that was crushing me from all sides. He looked around, appreciating the luxury with an approving nod as if this were all completely normal to him-which, given his affluent upbringing, it probably was.

He joked with the flight attendant, who he instantly referred to by name-Monica-and his charisma was infectious. I, however, stayed silent, wholly focused on my legs not giving out from my fear.

Finally, we settled into our seats, 2A and 2B. I let out a soft sigh as I fumbled with my seatbelt, my hands betraying a slight tremor as I tried to latch it in place. Logan effortlessly secured his own before reaching over to help me with mine.

“I’m fine,” I lied, gently swatting his hand away. “I’ve got it.”

But Logan was unperturbed, and just shot me a warning look before continuing to fasten my seatbelt. With his hands this close to my body, I felt a tremor work its way through my muscles. I had to quickly look away to hide the flush that was creeping into my cheeks.

“Nervous?” He wore that impish grin like armor, deflecting any actual concern behind a veil of playful mockery.

“I’ve flown plenty of times,” I retorted, feeling a flicker of annoyance. “I’m not nervous.”

“If you say so.”

The intercom buzzed to life, a cheerful voice announcing our imminent departure. My heart began to race as the engines roared, a deafening crescendo that seemed to mirror the panic rising within me. I gripped the armrests tightly, knuckles white as snow.

And then we were airborne. My stomach dropped as if it were free-falling, and before I could stop myself, my fingers dug into Logan’s arm with a vise-like grip.  He chuckled. “Easy there, Ella. You’re gonna leave a mark.”

My face flushed with embarrassment as I realized what I had done, and I quickly withdrew my hand, muttering a half-hearted apology.

“Relax,” he said. “I went to all the trouble of getting us these first-class seats, you know. Least you could do is enjoy the ride.”

He pressed a button, and a stewardess appeared almost instantly, looking as though she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine.

“Two glasses of red wine, please,” Logan said with a smile that could disarm a nuclear bomb.

“Wine? This early?” I murmured as the stewardess walked away.

Logan shrugged. “Don’t complain. You clearly need it.”

She returned shortly with two crystal glasses filled with ruby-red liquid. I took a sip, hoping the wine would act as liquid courage, or at the very least, a temporary placebo. It was rich and smooth, trailing warmth down my throat and into my stomach. Logan was right; I did need it.

Satisfied, Logan hit another button, and a privacy partition rose up between our seats and the rest of the cabin.

“There,” he said, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. “Now you can take out your stuffed duck. I promise you’ll be feeling better soon.

My face turned a deeper shade of crimson. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh really?” His eyes narrowed. “Then I guess I just imagined that cute little stuffed duck sticking out of your bag earlier.”

For a moment, I was at a loss for words. The truth was, I did need my stuffed duck to feel better, but this was the first time that another adult-to my knowledge-had witnessed my attachment to it. Aside from my parents, of course. I felt vulnerable, exposed, and it irked me that he could read me so easily.

Unable to withstand the silence any longer, I reluctantly reached into my carry-on bag and pulled out the little stuffed duck. Its yellow fabric was worn, a testament to years of love and countless adventures. It was no longer as full and plump as it once was, and had a bit of a deflated look to it. But it was my lifeline, I held it tight, like a child clinging to their security blanket.

Logan’s eyes softened as he looked at it. “It looks well-loved.”

“I’ve had it since I was a kid,” I said quietly. “Moana got it for me from a farmer’s market when I was eight. It’s my most cherished thing in the world.” Admitting it out loud felt both liberating and embarrassing.

“That’s sweet,” he said sincerely, and I felt another flush creep up my cheeks.

“Is this embarrassing for you?” I couldn’t help but ask. Logan shook his head. “No. Everyone has their fears, their comforts. It’s what makes us… well, alive.”

“Then what’s your biggest fear?” I found myself asking. A question so intimate, so revealing, I almost wished I could take it back.

Logan’s face went a shade paler, his playful demeanor momentarily cracking. It was so brief, so fleeting, I would have missed it if I weren’t so hyper-aware of every tiny expression that flickered across his face.

He opened his mouth, hesitated, then finally said something that I hadn’t been expecting at all.

“I’m actually terrified of… dogs.”

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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
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?”      

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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