Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

Nanny and the Alpha Daddy
#Chapter 3: One Night Stand
Moana

I woke up to sunlight and a fresh, warm summer breeze streaming in through a large set of open French doors. As I cracked my eyes open, the sound of the city street below filled my ears, and the feeling of my throbbing head on a plush pillow alerted me to the fact that I was not in my own bed.

Groaning, I slowly pushed myself up onto my elbows and scanned the room as flashes of what happened the night before began to flood my mind. I remembered being at the bar, in the silky black dress that I had picked out… I remembered drinking a gin and tonic, and being accosted by a middle-aged man with sinister intentions…

Other memories came flooding back, too.

I remembered being in the back of a car with a handsome man. His neck was warm and soft as I pressed my lips to it. He tried to hide his arousal at first, but he eventually gave in to his desires as he led me to the elevator that led up to the expensive hotel room he had booked. We made our way to the room, stopping periodically to press our lips together and touch each other’s bodies in the hallway. I remembered how electric his hands felt on my body as he gripped my waist through the silky black dress, and how quickly he removed that dress once we were safely inside the hotel room.

He carried me over to the bed while I kissed his neck and nibbled at his ears, his body pressing into mine as he laid me down on the soft blankets. I clung onto his chest like my life depended on it, fumbling to unbutton his shirt; he eventually became tired of waiting for my clumsy fingers to undo the buttons and did it himself, revealing thick, toned muscles as he pulled his shirt off.

We spent the night in ecstasy, moving as one in the moonlit hotel room.

As I came to the realization of what happened last night, I slowly turned my head to face the man who laid asleep next to me. Even asleep, the man was still as handsome and s***y as ever, with the sheets pulled down around his waist to reveal his chiseled torso and the top of his groin, making my face get hot and turn red.

But… He was Edrick Morgan. He was my cheating ex boyfriend’s new boss.

I bit my lip and quietly climbed out of bed, searching for my panties.

“Ahem.”

in bed, his cold gray eyes fixed on me. Without a word, he stood — making me blush as he completely revealed his nude body — and walked over to where his pants lay on the floor. I quickly pulled my panties and my bra on as he put on his

he said darkly, digging into his wallet and pulling out a thick wa d of cash. He walked over to me and thrust it toward me. “Take it, but keep in mind that this is

cash. He walked over to me and thrust it toward me. “Take it,

a few steps back, my sheepish expression turning to one

think I’m a prostitute?”

his back turned to me. “No one sleeps with me without the expectation of getting something extra in return. Your aloof demeanor last night faded away pretty quickly as soon as I dressed you up and paid for your drinks, so I know what you’re

out of anger as I picked the dress up off the ground and put it on. If I still had my own clothes, I would’ve left the dress on the floor, but I had no idea what happened to my stained outfit at this

not to take drinks from strangers. You’re lucky I was there to save you from that guy. Learn from basic

teeth, and pulled the dress on

cold and heartless as

to stick around to see if he would come up with one. With a hmph, I grabbed the strappy heels from the night before and stomped barefoot over to the door. My hand rested on the doorknob for a moment as I fumed, and when I swung the door open,

a guilty conscience,” I growled before walking out and slamming the door

…

home, I tore off the dress and the heels and threw them in the corner as the anger over both Sam and Edrick bubbled up inside of me. Frowning and muttering to myself, I stomped over to the fridge in my underwear and

just about to take my first bite of cereal, my phone started ringing. I rolled my eyes, anticipating for it to be Sam trying to beg for me to come back, but squinted when I noticed that it was an

I said, stirring my cereal with my spoon, half expecting a spam caller to be on the

morning. Is this

“Yes,” I replied.