His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 24: Pup Scuffle
Edrick

I returned to the party with Moana, trying to quell my anger over seeing Moana and Ethan together. I wasn’t quite so much mad at her, although she should’ve been more professional, as I was mad at him. I knew that he was up to something… Always.

“There you are, darling,” my mother said, reaching out and squeezing my hand as Moana and I approached.

“Edrick,” my father suddenly said, pushing himself up from his chair. He didn’t like to admit it, but he was getting older and was starting to have some difficulty with sitting and standing. “Come with me. I’d like to talk to you.”

I knew where this was going, but I also knew that I didn’t have a say with it as I watched my father walk away. My mother, who also knew what he was about to say, gave my hand another squeeze before I followed him.

We walked over to the bar, where he ordered us each a glass of whiskey.

“Here,” he said, shoving the glass of whiskey in my hand.

“Thank you,” I replied, swirling the brown liquid around a bit in my glass before taking a sip, steeling myself for what was about to come.

“Now… I’m sure you know why I wanted to speak with you,” my father said, fixing his icy gray eyes on me.

I nodded. “I know, father. It’s time to find a mate. You’ve been saying this for years.”

“I only say it because I worry about you,” he said, stroking his white beard with his hand. “You’ve already had one illegitimate child. It’s only so long before you have another, given your track record.”

“I’m not worried,” I replied tersely. “Besides, marriage is a distraction.”

scoffed. “So is dealing with illegitimate

for the last eight years to keep Ella a secret from the public, and it had worked so far; but my father wasn’t entirely wrong. Not only was it taxing on such a little girl to be kept cooped up and hidden away, but it also became me ntally taxing to work so hard to hide her. Many journalists and papa raz

bad for the company’s image. Do something about your love life, and then you can claim that Ella is your wife’s child. Why not Kelly, after all?

up inside of me, and I tried to quell

“I’m not interested in Kelly like that. And the more you entertain that idea, the more you’ll

nodded his head toward Moana, who was crouching in front of Ella

don’t need to worry about that.

I approached, softening my demeanor, although I still felt the

wrong, Eddy?”

answer — and thankfully, I didn’t need to, because the orchestra suddenly began to play Vivaldi’s Winter. I glanced up to see a dreamy smile beginning to spread across

had the pleasure of attending one of our banquets,” my mother suddenly said, looking

…

to have some experience with dancing. As our dance came to an end, however, I felt Kelly’s and my father’s eyes on me,

and her

Why don’t you ask one of my

tonight without dates, then shook her head and abruptly turned on her heel. “Nevermind,” she said brusquely. “I’m going

such a sweet girl, you know,” my mother said, watching with amusement as Ella wriggled off of her lap to run

“She’s a good nanny.

like her?” she

nanny and helped out around the penthouse, and her presence helped me

was alerted by the sound of

you seen Lucas and Adam?” my older cousin, Maria, asked, stopping in front of me. She was referring to her two sons, who were often known for causing a bit of trouble. Her husband, Maurice,

shook my head. “I haven’t

worried that they’re

still

clicking on the marble, and looked up to

said, pointing. “I tried to stop her, but she insisted on wandering,