His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

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.

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 sexy as ever, with the sheets pulled down around his waist to reveal his chiseled torso and the top of his groin, making my face

He was my cheating ex boyfriend’s new

quietly climbed

“Ahem.”

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

and pulling out a thick wad of cash. He walked over to me and thrust it toward me.

steps back, my sheepish expression turning

think I’m a prostitute?” I

with his back turned to me. “No one sleeps with me without the expectation of getting something extra in return. Your aloof

voice shaking 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

still turned to me, “you should learn not to take drinks from strangers. You’re lucky I was there

my teeth, and pulled the dress on the

cold and heartless

one. With a hmph, I grabbed the strappy heels from the night before and stomped barefoot over to the

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

…

to myself, I stomped over to the fridge in my underwear and pulled out the milk to pour myself a bowl of cereal. Cereal was just about all I had to eat, but the thought of taking Edrick Morgan’s money after

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

spoon, half expecting a spam caller to be on the

Is this