His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 265 #Chapter 13 Sleeping With The Flanco

Ella

As we exited the mansion, the gravel crunched underfoot, the sound reverberating in the otherwise silent evening. Logan led the way, his long strides confident and unhurried.

We approached a sleek black car with tinted windows. Its polished surface mirrored the moon’s glow, casting eerie reflections of our figures.

“Get in,” he instructed, not a command so much as a casual suggestion. But his clear blue eyes told a different story. They were always watching, assessing. I hesitated, eyeing the vehicle and then him.

“Where are we going?” My voice carried a hint of defiance, a touch of the suspicion I felt. Logan had an unpredictable streak that made him intriguing, but also undeniably dangerous.

“To eat,” he replied nonchalantly, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I know a good place.” The guarded expression didn’t leave my eyes. “And why should I trust you? If you try any tricks, Logan, I swear, I’ll kill you.”

of his neck. “Like I said

audacity. “You’re full of shit.” Logan chuckled, a rich sound

the passenger door and sliding in. As he took the driver’s seat, the scent of leather and

weaving through the less-frequented roads. I realized we weren’t as isolated as I’d thought. The

the city skyline from this perspective, a shimmering

Before I knew it, Logan was pulling into a parking space outside a quaint burger joint by the water. The neon sign buzzed softly, casting its warm light over the exterior, and through the windows, I could see

we are,” Logan declared, a hint of pride in his voice. “Told you

of place that someone like Logan would go to eat. It seemed like nothing more than a simple waterside burger joint. But

can’t fathom it,” I murmured to myself as I stepped out of the luxurious

a boyish grin. “For someone who claims to be such an independent spirit, you sure do seem to have a penchant for my

thought to myself. That was meant for Ema. “Sorry,” I said, clenching my jaw tightly. “That wasn’t meant to be said out

sound echoing across the still night air. It was strangely infectious, and despite the

breeze brushed past us as we approached the burger joint, its neon sign glowing

strategically perched on the edge of the waterfront, almost kissing the harbor’s embrace. Picnic tables, filled to the brim with happy families and flirting couples, littered the

something to the cashier that I couldn’t quite make out. A few moments later, I was being ushered over to the end of the counter. It wasn’t long before two burgers, wrapped in paper, and a paper bag filled with greasy french fries were shoved into

the din as he nodded his head toward a back entrance. I followed him hesitantly,

eatery apart was its breathtaking view. We were mere feet away from the ocean, its dark, velvety waters shimmering under the moonlight. Every so often, the

a beautiful juxtaposition of nature and urbanity. Skyscrapers, their glass facades illuminated in a myriad of colors, pierced

gangster movies, you know?” I said, glancing at the glistening water. “There’s always that ominous line about ‘sleeping with the fishes’. I’m not too keen on

least you’ll have a delicious final meal.” He winked. I stifled a laugh.