His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story
Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Another One Bites The Dust

Moana

I stood frozen in the middle of the living room, my back turned to the door as I heard footstepsapproaching. How did this happen? How did I wind up finally becoming employed, only for it to turn outthat my new employer was the same person who I had a one night stand with just two nights ago?

The footsteps came closer. I felt like a deer in headlights.

“Good evening, Miss Moana,” that all-too-familiar voice said from behind me. “Can we speak privatelyfor a minute?”

I slowly turned around to face Edrick Morgan, the handsome and wealthy werewolf CEO, the extremelywell-known public figure, the man who I had slept with two nights ago… The man who tried to throwmoney at my feet like I was a prostitute.

He stood in front of me with Ella in his arms, the perfect picture of a loving father.

“Y-Yes,” I stammered. I watched as he set Ella down, then gestured for me to follow him; as I did, it feltlike I was swimming through mud, like my limbs were heavy and useless. Was I dreaming?

We walked through the living room and into his study; I remembered it from my tour with Ella earlier. Ithad enormous bookshelves lining the walls that rose all the way to the ceiling, with a large carvedstone fireplace and two tall, arched windows. There was a mahogany desk in the middle of the roomand a small seating area by the fireplace. At the time that Ella showed me this room, I had found itstunningly beautiful. Now, it felt like a coffin.

“I’m so sorry,” I said as soon as the door clicked shut behind us. I stayed by the door, watching asEdrick casually walked over to one of the plush chairs by the fireplace and sat down. “I didn’t know that

you would be the employer. If I had known, I wouldn’t have applied. I promise this isn’t a ploy to getmoney from you–”

“It’s alright, Moana,” Edrick said, rubbing his tired eyes. “I knew it was you when I hired you. I did it onpurpose.”

I scrunched my eyebrows together. “What do you mean?”

“Ella may be stubborn, but I’m not completely detached from the hiring process,” Edrick replied. “Iwanted to give you a chance.”

“But… You treated me like a beggar. Like I was a…” I lowered my voice so Ella couldn’t hear. “…aprostitute. And now you give me a job opportunity? What’s the catch here?”

“You wouldn’t take the money I gave you on the street,” he replied coldly, standing. “After that, youwouldn’t take the money I tried to give you after our one night stand, because apparently your pride ismore important than paying your rent. I may seem like an arrogant asshole to you, but I do not oweanyone and I know a desperate person when I see one — so I did the next best thing since you don’tseem to like handouts, and I gave you a job.”

I took a few steps toward him, clenching my fists. “I passed that interview fair and square,” I said. “Whyare you making it out like I’m a… a charity case?”

Edrick scoffed and folded his arms across his chest. “Oh, please. Your application was tossed into thereject pile the first day you sent it. I decided to give you a second chance, when there were dozens ofother people with better experience and a better education.”

A lump started to rise in my throat as Edrick spoke. Was this all I was? A charity case? A patheticexample of someone who was just supposed to be grateful that the all-knowing and powerful EdrickMorgan gave me a chance to work for him after sleeping with me in a hotel room?

“You know,” I growled, taking another step closer, “for a man who complained that his one night standwas just after him for money, it’s awfully convenient that you would suddenly want me to live with you.”

“You signed the contract,” he replied, fixing his steely gaze on me. “You know the stipulations of theclauses. And I highly doubt you have the courage to break them.”

Suddenly, the door creaked open. Edrick and I both looked up to see Ella standing in the doorway,tears streaming down her cheeks.

“You promised you wouldn’t try to steal my daddy away,” she snarled. Even from where I stood, I couldsee her little fangs poking out and her claws extended. “You’re a liar!”

“Ella–”

Before I could stop her, the little girl turned on her heel and ran away, sobbing. I whipped back aroundto glare at Edrick, whose gaze had shifted from cold to concerned in a matter of moments. “You shouldbe ashamed of yourself,” I said, walking toward the door. “You knew exactly what you were doing whenyou hired me.”

I stormed out of Edrick’s office and found Ella’s room, but the door was locked when I tried to open it.

“Ella, please talk to me,” I said through the door.

There was a brief silence, followed by an angry “Go away!”

Sighing, I turned around to see Selina standing at the end of the hallway, her thin arms foldeddisappointedly across her chest. No doubt she had heard the entire interaction and was looking downon me, too. I couldn’t stay in a place where everyone was suspicious of me, like I was some sort ofgrifter just trying to weasel money out of a wealthy CEO. I would rather be homeless.

I stormed past Selina and went to my room, where my purse with my few belongings sat on thedresser. Hopefully, my landlord hadn’t locked me out of my apartment yet. Without a word, I stormedout of the apartment building and back out onto the dark street, collecting my bearings for a momentbefore replaceing the nearest subway and heading home.

Just as I feared, my apartment was locked up tightly when I returned, with an eviction notice on thedoor. I hit the door with my fist and cursed out loud before heading back out onto the street; it lookedlike I was going to be putting another charge on my credit card, this time for a motel… And dinner,because I was starving.

As I walked down the street, digging through my purse to see if I had enough cash to buy a coupleslices of pizza, I suddenly stopped short and felt the hairs on the back of my neck raise as theoverwhelming feeling of being watched came over me. I slowly turned my head to see two large menwalking toward me on the dark sidewalk.

“Evening, miss,” one of them said, his voice gravelly as though he smoked a pack of cigarettes a day.His eyes were a glowing orange color, which was utterly terrifying in the dark, and I realized as hecame closer that there was a long scar running diagonally across his entire face. The other man wasequally as frightening, with a long leather jacket and an almost hungry look on his face.

“U-Um, I don’t have any money,” I said, starting to walk away briskly. My heart started to pound as theycontinued to follow me, and I began to swivel my head this way and that, looking for anyone who mightbe able to help.

“We’re not here for money,” the man in the leather jacket said. “We’re here for you.”

At that moment, every fiber of my being screamed for me to run.