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.”

was swift and unexpected. With an amused smile playing on his lips, he tilted his head, fully exposing the vulnerable column of his neck. “Like I said before, you’re welcome

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

the driver’s seat, the scent of leather and a

weren’t as isolated as I’d thought. The towering buildings of the city loomed in

perspective, a shimmering mirage

a quaint burger joint by the water. The neon sign buzzed softly, casting its warm light over the exterior,

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

stepped out of the luxurious car. “Why am I always dining

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

clenched. Dammit, I thought to myself. That was meant for Ema. “Sorry,” I said,

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

as we approached the burger joint, its neon

gem, strategically perched on the edge of the waterfront, almost kissing the harbor’s embrace. Picnic tables, filled to the brim with

two fingers and said 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

a back entrance. I followed him hesitantly,

set this 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 gentle lap of waves against the shore would create ripples, making the water dance in a symphony of silver

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

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 becoming part of that

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