His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 304 Midnight Walks

Ella

The night’s party was in full swing. Animated chatter, effervescent laughter, and the rhythmic beats of a tropical playlist harmonized with the yacht’s steady rock. The energy was intoxicating.

Amidst the glow of string lights, the centerpiece was the opulent, aqua pool. It glowed like an oasis amidst the vast expanse of the open sea, shimmering invitingly under the night sky.

The initial shock of the cool water sent tingles up my spine. Logan, ever the water enthusiast, took to it effortlessly, with strong, determined strokes.

Holding onto his shoulders, I felt the gentle pull of the water, laughing as he expertly navigated, taking me on a mini aquatic tour. The world seemed to blur, replaced by bubbles, muted laughter, and the serenity of being submerged.

Every so often, Logan would look back, checking on me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Encased in the cool embrace of the pool, it felt as if the complexities of the world had melted away, replaced by the simple joy of the moment.

After what felt like an eternity, Logan guided us towards the pool’s edge. His strong arm looped under my knees while the other encased my back, effortlessly lifting me out of the water. The ease of the motion, combined with the intensity of his gaze, left me momentarily breathless.

“To the bar?” He suggested, brushing a wet strand of hair behind my ear before I had the chance to stop him. I nodded, grateful for the distraction. “Lead the way.”

Perched atop chrome stools, we faced an array of glinting bottles and gleaming glasses. The bartender, a woman with an intricate tattoo of a dolphin on her forearm, presented us with a vibrant cocktail menu.

“I’ll have the Midnight Tide,” Logan decided.

“And for you, miss?” The bartender’s gaze settled on me. “The same,” I replied. There was something about sharing a drink with Logan that felt right.

our drinks, the heady mix of alcohol and the thrill of the party wrapped around me, making me feel strangely elated. It was in

Marina.

the corner of my eye, I could feel her gaze, heavy and appraising. It

the part of the girlfriend and leaned into Logan, laughing at something he said, even though the weight of Marina’s gaze prickled at my skin. I hoped that by

tempo slowed, and the atmosphere shifted from party frenzy to a languid, relaxed vibe. Guests began to retreat to their cabins, the allure of comfortable beds

glance. “Think you can take me home now?”

was smooth, but there was a hint of mischief behind it. “Besides, we’re a fair

exchanged a glance with Logan. I had anticipated this, but I had hoped that it wouldn’t be necessary. And as the reality of our situation began to sink in, the yach’s gentle rock suddenly felt much more pronounced. “You… want us to stay here tonight?” I questioned, my

on,” he coaxed, a hint of something unreadable behind his voice. “The docks are far behind us. It’d be such a bore to turn back now. Look at this as… a

It would be

his eyes. He was almost pleading with me, and it reminded me

I said, nodding hesitantly. “I guess it

“There, it’s settled then. I’ll show you

didn’t even begin to describe it. It seemed, despite Harry and Logan’s differences, that Logan was given one of the best guest rooms on the yacht; or perhaps they were all like this. The room was huge, with a full en suite bathroom, jacuzzi, and flatscreen TV. There was even a minibar off to the side, and fresh robes and towels laid out

in its center sat the glaring problem: a singular

running a hand through his tousled

my purse again, ensuring my gun was still nestled within. If we were going to be spending the night on this yacht, I wanted to be sure of my safety. “It’s okay, Logan,” I

a moment. “I’ll take the

have

a little. “Thank you,” I murmured, appreciating the

a makeshift bed for himself using a couple of throw cushions and a blanket. Watching him, I could feel the weight of the day pressing down on me. The mix of

to freshen up,” I finally said, indicating the tiny bathroom adjoining the

Once I was finished in the luxurious shower, I wrapped a towel tightly around myself, feeling suddenly self-conscious as I

hoping he wouldn’t notice my flushed cheeks. But as I caught his gaze, I felt an unspoken understanding pass between us. He quickly looked away, giving me the

confession,” I said just as he passed. “I didn’t pack any overnight clothes.” It sounded feeble even to my

pulled his t-shirt-which he had been wearing under his tuxedo all night-off over his head and handed it to me. As

grew on Logan’s lips. “Unless you plan on sleeping naked, then, I’d suggest just wearing