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.”

not that it’s any of my business, but it does sort of appear as though you

really,” I said, lowering my voice so that no one else could hear. “Edrick and

again. “A

the pills and

a bit surprised. “Edrick has

why, but for some reason, it just works. He usually falls asleep as soon as

his brow. “How did you both come to

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,” I lied. Ethan still

and turning to walk down the

my eyes still wide. Ethan, noticing my absence by his side as he took the first step down, turned back to face me. “Don’t worry,” he said with a smile. “We’re

heavily above my head. What made it even worse was knowing that, should we 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 poor human nanny’s side of the story, and I especially couldn’t be entirely sure that Edrick wouldn’t throw me under the bus if our

downstairs to wake Ella up and give her breakfast. When I arrived downstairs, however, she wasn’t in her room. I heard the sound of voices and silverware clattering, so I went

covered by a lace tablecloth and laden with a beautiful array of breakfast foods. Ella, who was sitting next to her grandmother, jumped

“Breakfast today is Bell-jam waffles and… om–” She paused, chewing on the syllables on her tongue, before giving

Verona said with a chuckle. “And it’s Belgian waffles. Not

to face

a warmly approving look, then looked back down 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

to lift the silver dome that was covering my plate, but before I could, a servant

you,” I said. “This looks