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.”

does sort of

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

again. “A

him sleep better than the pills and the alcohol, so he

has had sleeping problems since before Ella was

usually falls asleep as soon as I do and wakes

his brow. “How did you both come to

had a one night stand with his brother, so I merely shrugged. “We both nodded off in

he said, changing the subject and turning to walk

away, my eyes still wide. Ethan, noticing my absence by his side as he took the first

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

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

Ella, Ethan, and Verona were already seated at the table. This dining 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 grandmother,

Ella exclaimed as she clung to my legs. “Breakfast today is Bell-jam waffles and… om–” She paused,

fromage,” Verona said with a chuckle.

Ella said, turning back to face

at Verona, who cast me 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 pajamas and

of waffle and syrup into her mouth, 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

said. “This