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.”

could have fooled me. You

head. “It’s all an act, Ella. A game of masks and pretenses. You know what I mean, don’t

shared experience. Logan and I were both players in a game neither of us wanted to be a part of,

Logan turned to me, his eyes intense, and before I could comprehend what was happening, he

lips met mine. The world seemed to stop, and for a heartbeat, everything else ceased to exist. I could

slap him. But he was quicker, catching my wrist with a firm grip, his

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

whispered. “I just… I felt something, and I acted on it. I’m

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

the restroom. At least in there, amongst

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 felt like I had stumbled into a story I never wanted to be a

sparkling chandeliers seemed to mock the turmoil I felt,

to the mirror, my eyes wide as took in my reflection. Was this really me? Ella, the sensible one, caught in a web of intrigue and passion

the pull I felt towards Logan. He was undeniably handsome, and there was a sweetness to him, a genuineness

kiss… that kiss had changed everything. It had awakened something inside me, a longing that I didn’t know how to

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

him again,” Ema’s voice echoed

became aggravated-aggravated by the truth. “Shut up!” I growled, slapping my hand on the tiled counter in front

eyes widened as I felt Ema’s presence

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

splashed some water on my face, the cool droplets serving as a momentary reprieve from the confusion that threatened to consume me. I had to be strong, to stay focused. I had to remember who I was and what I stood for. But