His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 26: Confessions of a Nanny
Moana

“Good morning.”

I jumped, clasping my hand over my heart and taking in a sharp breath as I slipped out of Edrick’s room, only to be immediately met with a familiar voice.

Ethan’s smiling face stared back at me. From one look at him, I knew that he knew that something was going on.

“Uh– I-It’s not how it looks like,” I stammered, looking around frantically with my back against the bedroom door in the hopes that no one else was watching.

Ethan merely chuckled. “Are you really an au pair?” he asked. I could sense a hint of humor behind his voice and it helped me relax just a tiny bit, but I still feared that I had ruined Ethan’s impression of me. I liked him as a person and desperately did not want him to think that I was just after his brother for money or s*x.

“I am, I swear,” I replied, grabbing Ethan’s arm without thinking and pulling him away from the door in case Edrick was awake and listening. “I’m not a mistress, or anything like that.”

but it does sort of appear as though you might

lowering my voice so that no one else could hear. “Edrick and

again.

actual sleeping arrangement. For some reason, my presence helps him sleep better than the pills and the alcohol, so he

asked, sounding a bit surprised. “Edrick has

it just works. He usually falls asleep as soon as

brow. “How did you both come to

I merely shrugged. “We both nodded off in the living room one night,” I lied. Ethan still seemed

he said, changing the subject and turning to walk down the stairs. “Breakfast is

my eyes still wide. Ethan, noticing my absence by his side as he took the first step down, turned back to face

entirely my fault. I couldn’t be entirely sure that anyone, including Ethan or Ella, wouldn’t still take the Alpha CEO’s side of the story over the poor human nanny’s side of the story, and I especially couldn’t be entirely sure that

I needed to continue with my duties and go downstairs to wake Ella up and give her breakfast. When I arrived downstairs, however, she wasn’t in her room. I heard the sound

room was much smaller and more intimate than the massive banquet hall that we dined in the night before, with a quaint and round family-sized table in the center that was covered by a lace tablecloth and laden with a beautiful array of breakfast foods. Ella, who was sitting next to her

my legs. “Breakfast today is Bell-jam waffles and… om–” She paused, chewing on the syllables on her tongue, before giving up and turning to look

with a chuckle. “And

back to face

still had whipped cream on the side of her mouth, so I wiped it away with my thumb before it got smeared all over my silk pajamas and nodded. “Sure,”

the chair beside her. I went to lift the silver dome that was covering my plate, but before I could, a servant scurried over and did it for me, revealing a steaming hot waffle with fruit on top and an equally

you,” I said. “This looks