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.”

business, but it does sort of appear as though you

my voice so that no

again. “A

better than the pills and the alcohol, so he asked me to sign a

a bit surprised. “Edrick has had

works. He usually falls asleep

furrowed his brow. “How did you both

I merely shrugged. “We both nodded off in the living room one night,” I lied. Ethan still seemed a bit suspicious, but didn’t say anything

and turning

wide. Ethan, noticing my absence by his side as he

of Edrick’s and my secret being discovered still loomed 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

downstairs to wake Ella up and give her breakfast. When I arrived downstairs, however,

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, jumped up when she saw me and skittered across the room to throw her arms around me excitedly. She was still in her pajamas and had a bit of whipped cream on the side of her mouth, and obviously

Bell-jam waffles and… om–” She paused, chewing on the syllables on her tongue, before giving up and turning to

said with a chuckle. “And it’s Belgian

Ella said, turning back to face me. “Will you eat

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 nodded. “Sure,” I said. “I’ll

even more copious amounts of waffle and syrup into her mouth, I pulled out the chair beside her. I went to lift the silver dome that

I said. “This looks