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.”

it’s any of my business, but it does sort

really,” I said, lowering my voice so that no one else

chuckled again. “A

sleep better than the pills and the alcohol, so he asked me to sign a

surprised. “Edrick has had sleeping problems since

some reason, it just works. He usually falls asleep as soon as I do and

brow. “How did you both come to

my heart sk*p; I couldn’t possibly admit to Ethan that I had already had a one night stand with his brother, so I merely shrugged. “We both nodded off in the living room one night,”

and turning to walk down the stairs.

spot as he walked away, my eyes still wide. Ethan, noticing my absence by his side as he

be caught, it would ultimately somehow wind up being 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

up and give her breakfast. When I arrived downstairs, however, she wasn’t in her room. I heard

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 grandmother, jumped up when she saw

om–” She paused, chewing on the syllables on her tongue, before giving up and turning to look at her grandmother

Verona said with a chuckle. “And it’s Belgian waffles.

Ella said, turning back to face me. “Will you

at Ella. She 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,”

I pulled out 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 steaming omelet on the

I said. “This