His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 360 Little Victories

Ella

Sitting alone in my hotel room, surrounded by plush furniture and golden accents that gleamed in the soft lighting, I felt a pang of homesickness. The luxuriousness of the room was stifling in an odd way, as though constantly reminding me of my charade with a mobster.

Shaking off the momentary melancholy, I decided to call Moana to calm my frayed nerves.

Taking a deep breath to compose myself, I dialed her number and waited for the ring to connect. The familiar sound of her voice, warm and comforting as always, came through within moments.

“Ella, my love! How was your flight? Did you make it to the hotel?”

“We did,” I said, faking a sense of enthusiasm in my voice. “The place is…well, it’s something.”

“Where is your fiance?” Moana asked. “I’d like to say hello, if you don’t mind.”

The word ‘fiance’ made my body stiffen. I glanced at the empty space next to me, where Logan would have been if we were an actual couple. But we weren’t. He was in a room of his own, doing his own thing.

I couldn’t quite decide if I preferred it that way or not, the logical lawyer part of me knew that it was for the best, but the sleepy, scared-of-flying Ella with the yellow stuffed duck almost missed his company already.

“He’s… in the shower,” I stammered, hoping that Moana bought my lie.

“Well,I hope you know that we’re all excited to meet him tomorrow,” Moana said, blissfully unaware of the tension her question had sparked.

“I’m looking forward to it too,” I said, though in truth, I wished that tomorrow would never come. Meeting my family, particularly my discerning father, would be the make-or-break moment for this intricate lie that Logan and I had entangled ourselves in.

Ella?” Moana’s voice broke through my thoughts, her

smile, even though she couldn’t see it. “Yeah, Mom, I’m just tired from

the stuffed duck perched on my bed-the gift Moana had given me when I was a little girl. I held

would turn out to

not the duck that’s precious, Mom. It’s you,” I said, my voice filled with emotion for reasons I couldn’t explain. “I’m so glad you came into my

when she spoke again. “I

misting over. I cleared

girl had a nice ride to the hotel. Even

his way of

hotel you’re staying

feeling self-conscious. So they had snooped, just as I expected. “That was my

be an interesting guy,” Moana mused. “You’ve always been so down-to-earth. It must be strange being involved with

only she knew. Logan was more different from me than she could ever imagine. A mobster from a world that clashed with everything I had been brought up to value. “Yeah, no kidding,” was all I could manage to

my hunger. “I’ll see

too, Ella. Can’t

with who I was. And in an unexpected way, despite the lavish furnishings

and started browsing the room service menu on the nightstand, I heard a

smoothed down my casual clothes, thinking maybe room service was preemptively delivering something delightful. Maybe Logan had purchased some sort of package that

when I opened the door, it was Logan,

said

like it,” I quipped back, my eyes meeting his for a brief second before darting

idea where to go around here. Any

question, noting the careful casualness of his tone. Was he really just asking for recommendations? Or was this an invitation? My