His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 256 #Chapter 4. On The Bright Side

Ella

The memories of the previous night crept in as. I stirred awake, the rays of morning light filtering through the heavy curtains of my apartment.

I groaned, burying my face into the soft pillow. I had finally met him-my fated mate. The universe’s way of telling me that I had found ‘the one’. Every werewolf’s dream, and a real blessing now in this overpopulated world. It was becoming more and more rare to find one’s fated mate, and I had just stumbled across mine in the dead of night.

Yet, the universe sure had a sick sense of humor. My first reaction had been elation. That deep, primal joy from finding one’s other half. But then he opened his mouth and ruined everything.

To think that he had the audacity to not only assume that I was lesser-than for being a ‘peasant, but also that I was only worthy of being his mistress….

My fingers curled into fists at the memory. “Take your million dollars a year and shove it where the sun don’t shine!” I shouted at him, raising my hand in a single-fingered salute.

“Don’t be so brash,” he had answered, shoving his hands in his pockets. I still remembered how he had brazenly pulled out his wallet and flashed a wad of cash at me. “Come on. Look at yourself, at your living situation. It’s not safe or healthy for a girl like you. You’re really turning down a million dollars a year?”

mistress,” I had hissed back at him. “And if I cared about money, then

revealed my identity and it would have likely changed everything, but I didn’t feel the need. I saw his true colors, and they were pitch

distracted. I

hand, was furious. She wouldn’t speak to me,

on the bedside table, bringing me back to reality. The day had begun, and there was work

genuine greetings and others dumping their tasks onto me without a second thought. The law firm was

tomorrow? There’s a ton, so you’ll probably be at it all day,” Sarah, one of my colleagues, said,

glanced at the old photocopier in the corner, which seemed to jam more often than it worked. “Of course,” I sighed with a stiff smile, trying to maintain my composure. It was going to

done, I was tasked with bringing everyone coffee, since the intern

that everyone got the drinks that they wanted-caramel macchiato for Patricia, black coffee with Splenda for Brenda (of course I remembered that one with a mnemonic), a

of papers, my boss, Mr. Henderson, called me into his plush corner office. He was normally fairly jovial with me, and kinder than my colleagues. I always had

however, he

specifically asked for you.” I raised an eyebrow, curious. “Me?” I asked,

A big fish, Ella. And, it’s very winnable. It would be good for you and the firm. Just… Don’t fuck up and you’ll

bubbled up inside me. My very

end of the line was familiar yet distorted, making it hard to place.

mountain of work awaiting me

work overtime,” I hesitated. “Could we maybe meet tomorrow

hanging up abruptly. I blinked at my phone, a tad confused but more worried than anything. Did I just blow it with

minutes, Mr. Henderson was at my desk. “Ella, what tasks