His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 298 Ella’s Got A Gun

Ella

The bar was dimly lit, its ambiance intensified by the low hum of conversations, clinking glasses, and the soft strains of ambient music. Golden chandeliers, casting sporadic glows, adorned the room, contrasting the otherwise dark woodwork.

I felt the cool leather of the bar stool beneath me as I observed the people around, each of them engrossed in their own narratives, oblivious to mine.

It’s amazing how, even in a room full of people, you can feel alone, disconnected. My fingers. absentmindedly played with the stem of my wine glass as I lost myself in my thoughts, waiting for Logan to return.

“Is this seat taken?” The voice was suave, a touch too smooth. Turning slightly, I found myself looking up at a tall man, his finely tailored suit hinting at wealth and power. I gave a noncommittal shrug. “It’s free.”

He grinned, revealing perfectly aligned teeth. “You’re Logan Barrett’s, aren’t you?” There was a knowing glint in his eyes, as though he believed he had already figured me out. I arched an eyebrow, choosing my words carefully. “I’m with Logan tonight.”

The man chuckled. “With Logan’? So diplomatic of you.” He leaned in closer, the scent of his expensive cologne mingling with the aroma of alcohol. “I’ve got more to offer than Barrett does. What do you say? Spend the night with me instead.”

time I had encountered such brazenness, and I doubted it would be the last. Maintaining my composure, I offered

seemingly trying to find some sign of faltering in my stance. Eventually, he let out a breathy laugh and

mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear, “too loyal, even when there’s a hefty wad of cash on the

to snap back, to correct his misconception and assert my dignity. “Tell him! Tell him you’re not some paid

I quelled the urge, calming the

to her internally. “If he thinks I’m just an escort, he won’t dig deeper.

potential consequences. It was paramount that my real identity remained cloaked. The world I had walked into was

cowardly,” she remarked, a hint of disappointment tingeing her

that sometimes, it’s the small sacrifices that keep

disdainful look, departed, leaving me once again alone with my thoughts. I took a sip of my drink, allowing the cool liquid to soothe

a gentle symphony around me, but I felt like an outsider, an observer of a scene that was just out of my reach. The bar was bustling with activity, the lights glinting off

the towering oak that was his father, and the

enigmatic, a facade of cheer that didn’t quite reach his eyes. That

standing tall and firm, though there was a tension in his jaw and a distant look in his eyes as if he were a world away. I could tell he was in his element, playing the part of the loyal Barrett son, but there was an undercurrent of unrest, a shadow that

was wearing a tight red dress, much like

finger on why she made. me so uneasy. Maybe it was the cloying sound of her voice. Maybe it was the way she sauntered wherever she walked, like a marionette that had been freed of its strings and was now free to roam on its own,

her voice created the impression of a

eyes, and a smirk on her face. I quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks flush red. As I tried to busy myself with a fresh drink, Logan finally approached, his face more serious than I had

asked, my

breath. “My brother’s throwing an after-party on his yacht tonight. He wants us to

After that… that display on the dance floor? I’m exhausted, Logan.