His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 185: The Cab Driver

Moana

Ella took my outstretched hand. As I helped her get up, she rubbed her eyes sleepily and looked up at me with more confusion written across her face.

“You’re taking me to meet my real mommy?” she murmured. “What do you mean? My mommy is dead.”

“Ella…” I crouched down to her level and held her by both shoulders, looking at her intensely. “I’ll explain later, okay? For now, I just need you to trust me. Do you trust me?”

Ella stared at me for a few moments, looking skeptical, before she finally nodded and didn’t ask any more questions. I helped her get dressed quickly, then put her shoes on and grabbed both of our bags. Opening the door just a crack, I checked once more to make sure that the apartment was still quiet. It seemed as though everyone was asleep. Of course, there was still a chance that Edrick was awake, so we would have to move quickly. I took Ella’s hand and quickly led her across the living room and over to the foyer.

Since the elevator would ding and make noise, I decided to take us downstairs through the fire exit stairs. I quietly opened the fire exit door next to the elevator and brought Ella into the dimly lit concrete stairwell with me.

“Moana,” she said, pausing at the top of the stairs, “why are we going down this way? I never go down this way, and it’s scary in here.”

walked down the first couple of steps and then turned to look back up at her. She stared at

couldn’t walk us through the lobby where people would see us — although I was certain that someone would eventually see us on the cameras later, and

But she didn’t ask anything this time, and bit her lip and

happening that night, but I wasn’t sure. All I knew for sure was that this was for the best; even if she hated me when she got older and never wanted to see me again, I could at least rest easy knowing that I had gotten her

alleyway, checking over my shoulder the entire time, before we eventually came out onto the street behind the

be, there was a cab waiting for us a

on, Ella,” I said quietly. She seemed to hesitate again, but freedom was so close, and so I picked her up and rushed down the street with her in one arm, my bag in my other hand, and Ella’s new school backpack

as we ran

of my eyes. Involuntarily, I froze for a moment and took one last look up at

imagining the lonely Alpha billionaire tossing and turning, the more I remembered how it felt to sleep in his arms. How it felt to wake up with him and feel the warm sun shining in through his open window. How it felt to

my baby. And no matter how much I had grown to love

but I managed to tear my gaze away from the penthouse and make my way over to the waiting cab. I opened the door and ushered the

It did make sense, after all; Olivia probably knew this cab driver personally. I doubted that she would have allowed any regular cab driver to take us to the hotel,

beanie that covered most of her hair and a blue surgical mask. As she drove, the radio played staticky music in

and she wouldn’t need to be afraid anymore. At least, that was what I hoped. I could only hope that I was making the

city, I began to get a bad feeling in my stomach. A pit of dread slowly

know what it

be going north,” I said quietly, pointing out the window. But the cab driver wasn’t taking us