His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 98: What’s Best

Edrick

I was too taken aback by Kelly’s proposition to even speak. Was she the one who paid off the tabloid to keep the photo up, just so she could manipulate me into having a fake relationship with her? Or did someone else put her up to it… Like my father?

“Well?” she said, batting her eyelashes in front of me. “What do you say?”

“I…” I paused, blinking incredulously as my head reeled. “I need a drink.” Without another word, I turned on my heel and headed back toward the door to the banquet hall.

“At least think about it!” Kelly called after me in a sing-song tone of voice. “I’ll be waiting to hear your decision!”

hall, letting the music and the noise of the guests wash over me. Why couldn’t I just enjoy the banquet? Why did it seem as though these sorts of things always had some sort of political connotations behind

into the back of my mind. She was already a little drunk, and was clearly just being vindictive because she still couldn’t seem to get over the fact that I was never going

around and looked across the room at the party guests as I waited for my drink, and as I did, I saw a

My father. Great.

as he approached. I stuck my hand out, but he didn’t shake it and instead brushed past me to order his drink. So it was going to be one of those nights; my mother really wasn’t lying when she said he was in a mood. With a stifled sigh, I turned back around and took my drink from the bartender. I was sipping it and minding my own business when my father suddenly slapped a folded piece of paper down in

depicting our stock prices. They seemed to have gone down a little over the past week; it

said. He tilted his head back and drank his small glass of whiskey in one go, then slammed the cup back down on the bar

back up and sliding it over to him. “What are you talking about?

this…” He turned, gesturing toward Moana as she walked across the ballroom holding Ella’s hand. I watched as Ella excitedly took off toward my mother, who was grinning from ear to ear

this conversation right now?” I asked, taking my glass and taking a step away from the bar. “It’s the family banquet. Why can’t you just have a

have a nice

a werewolf socialite because of her beauty and her grace, which made it hurt even more when I was reminded of her true social standing. Of course I couldn’t admit it to anyone,

who had just walked in through the side door and was now sauntering across the banquet hall. “Why don’t you just marry Kelly already?” he said. “She’s a werewolf from a well-to-do