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.”

lips, he tilted his head, fully exposing the vulnerable column of his neck. “Like I said before, you’re welcome to rip me apart, Ella. I’d consider it an honor to be murdered

by his audacity. “You’re full of shit.” Logan chuckled, a rich sound that held genuine mirth. “Perhaps.

took the driver’s seat, the scent of leather and a hint of his cologne filled the space, a strangely comforting aroma

I’d thought. The towering buildings

city skyline from this perspective, a shimmering mirage against the dark tapestry of

than I expected. Before I knew it, Logan was pulling into a parking space outside a quaint burger joint by the water. The

a hint of pride in his voice. “Told you

like nothing more than a simple waterside burger joint. But then again, I supposed that this mobster

myself as I stepped out of the luxurious car.

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

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

echoing across the still night air. It was strangely infectious, and despite the absurdity of our situation,

waterfront’s cool breeze brushed past us as we approached the burger joint,

an unassuming gem, strategically perched on the edge of the waterfront, almost kissing the harbor’s embrace. Picnic tables,

quite make out. A few moments later, I was being ushered over to the end of the

way,” Logan mouthed, his voice lost in the din as he nodded his head toward a back entrance. I followed him hesitantly, but upon

its breathtaking view. We were mere feet away from the ocean, its dark, velvety waters shimmering under the moonlight. Every so often, the gentle lap of waves against the

beautiful juxtaposition of nature and urbanity. Skyscrapers, their glass facades illuminated in a myriad of colors, pierced the night sky, standing tall and

at the glistening water. “There’s always that ominous line about ‘sleeping with the fishes’. I’m not too keen on becoming

dancing in his eyes. “Before any watery farewells, I promise, at least you’ll have a delicious final meal.” He winked. I stifled a