His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 94: Favorite Girls

Moana

A few days passed after that. I had a hard time getting over what Edrick said to me in my room that night: that he couldn’t stop thinking about me. Was that true? Why, then, did he try to sleep with another woman? If he really couldn’t stop thinking about me in the same way that I couldn’t stop thinking about him, why couldn’t we just admit our feelings to one another and be done with it? Even if we couldn’t be public with our relationship, part of me still wanted to see if we could make it work in a private setting.

Eventually, the day of the banquet came. While there was still a large part of me that just wanted to make an excuse to not go and hide in the penthouse instead, I knew that I had to be there for Ella.

On the morning of the banquet, I came out of my room to find that Selina had already prepared a large breakfast for Ella and me. Ella was already sitting at the table, happily shoveling pancakes into her mouth, while Selina poured my coffee for me.

“Wow,” I said as I approached, temporarily forgetting my anxiety about the banquet. “This is nice, Selina. Thank you.”

Selina nodded. “You’ve both got a long day ahead of you, so I wanted to make sure you have a good breakfast. Take a seat.”

I smiled and sat across from Ella. A plate of pancakes, bacon, and fresh fruit sat in front of me. Selina finished pouring my coffee, which I sipped gratefully before starting to dig into my breakfast.

and then retrieving her small datebook from her apron pocket, “let’s see…” She opened the datebook, slipping her glasses onto her nose and reading for a moment. “Ella,

take a bite of my pancake. I lowered the fork, furrowing my brow. “That must be a mistake,” I said

datebook back in her pocket. “Mr. Morgan booked one for

mentioned it. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was just trying to butter me

according to him, his father could potentially do something to the baby this

for. Ella, however, was a good girl as

they began to do her hair for the banquet, my own stylist arrived: an older, well-dressed man by the name of Tyrus. As he stepped out of the elevator, I was shocked by his impeccable style and perfect hair. He even wore a bit of gold eyeshadow that made his brown eyes

must be Moana,” he said, walking up to me with a smile and holding out his hand.

meet you,” I

seemingly already familiar

with a smile, then looked back at me. “We’ve

my hair, and how perfectly he did my makeup to give me

mirror up so I could see the back of my

hair and leaned forward

well and a big grin on her face.

but blush at Ella’s reaction, and Tyrus

him back to the elevator a few minutes later, “you did a great job. Thank you

smile. “A friend of Edrick’s