His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 276 Midnight Kiss

Ella

Logan and I stood side by side on the balcony, the night air wrapping around us like a refreshing embrace. The cool breeze felt like a welcome reprieve after the stuffiness of the party, and the city lights sparkled below us like a bed of jewels.

“God, I hate these fancy dinners,” Logan groaned, loosening his tie. “I hate having to dress up in these tight suits, pretending to be someone I’m not.”

I looked over at him, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Well, I hate to break it to you, Logan, but you do look quite handsome in that suit.”

He turned to me, his eyes wide. “Handsome, eh?” I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress a grin.

“Don’t let it get to your head.”

“Too late.” He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. We fell into a comfortable silence, the sounds of the party fading into the background as we enjoyed the serenity of the night. The gentle rustle of leaves and distant hum of traffic created a soothing melody that allowed me to forget, if only for a moment, the chaos and tension of the evening.

“I’ve never been good at pretending,” Logan admitted, breaking the silence. His voice was soft, thoughtful. “I always hated putting on airs, trying to fit into a world that never felt like it was mine.”

him, surprised by his candor, “You could have

and pretenses. You know what I mean, don’t you?” I looked away, a pang of understanding hitting

players in a game neither of us wanted to be a part of, bound by circumstances and choices that had brought us

eyes intense, and before I

mind reeling as his lips met mine. The world seemed to stop, and for a heartbeat, everything else ceased

face to slap him. But he was quicker, catching my wrist with a firm grip, his eyes wide with shock. “Ella, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. But please, don’t pretend that you hate

my heart pounding, anger and confusion swirling inside me. “What was

me, his eyes filled with regret. “I don’t know,” he whispered. “I just… I felt something, and I

could think about was the taste of his kiss, the way it had felt, the

Logan’s impulsive act. Without a word, I slipped away and found the restroom. At least in there, amongst the marble sinks and cool atmosphere, I could be alone with my tangle of thoughts and

the restroom, the cool elegance of the room stood in sharp contrast to the whirlwind of emotions roiling inside me. How had things come to this? Wrapped up in a fated mate romance with a Mafia member, I

chandeliers seemed to mock the turmoil I felt, reflecting a

my reflection. Was this really me? Ella, the sensible one, caught in a web of intrigue and passion with a man whose lifestyle

pull I felt towards Logan. He was undeniably handsome, and there was a sweetness to him, a genuineness that I’d come to enjoy. Our conversations on the balcony had felt real and intimate, a

awakened something inside me, a longing that

make sense of it all. How had I ended up here, in this gilded cage, playing a role in a world that was so far

to kiss him again,” Ema’s voice echoed in my

growled, slapping my hand on the

as I felt Ema’s presence

alone, all because of my temper, fueled by Logan and his unwarranted kiss. “Damn him,” I murmured to myself, leaning

stay focused. I had to remember