His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 359 A Long Night

Ella

The sound of the plane’s wheels screeching against the landing strip jerked me awake.

For a moment, I was disoriented-until I felt the weight of an arm around my shoulders and saw Logan sitting next to me. My cheeks flushed as I realized I had fallen asleep against him. God, I even felt a small wet spot on my cheek where I must have drooled.

Classy, Ella, I thought to myself.

“That was a quick flight,” I mumbled, pretending that I hadn’t just been sleeping on Logan’s shoulder as I sat up to discreetly wipe my cheek with the back of my hand.

Logan chuckled and pulled his arm away to give me space. “Sure, it’s quick when you sleep. like a princess the whole time.”

My face burned hotly, but not just from embarrassment. Somewhere deep inside, my wolf purred in approval, convinced that Logan had opened up to us earlier. Something about the way he had talked to me, the way that he let me lean on him for comfort, was sweet. And Ema wouldn’t let me forget that.

But sweet or not, I reminded both myself and my wolf silently, our worlds were just too different. And we couldn’t forget-he was a mobster. The odds of him leaving that life, despite his best efforts, were next to zero. Not to mention how my parents would react. I was already taking a risk by having him here.

As the seatbelt light blinked off, I grabbed my purse from the overhead bin, and we made our way off the plane. Relief washed over me once my feet hit solid ground again, and after finding our luggage, we made our way out onto the bustling street.

And, just as I suspected, a sleek black town car was already waiting for us outside.

Morgan?” the driver said, pushing himself away from the hood of

blush beginning to creep into my cheeks as my suspicions rose. And it

thought to myself. I could already picture

way of welcoming me home in the lap of luxury, but there was no doubt in my mind that my father

me an amused look, but said nothing for the

and it was just as grand as I had expected from Logan’s taste -sparkling chandeliers, ornate furnishings, and staff who moved with a sort

onto the elevator. “Used to personal drivers and

my eyes meeting my reflection in the elevator mirror. I looked a bit haggard from the flight. Dark circles rimmed my eyes, my hair was a bit of a mess, and now that I really looked at myself,

I didn’t care too much when it came to travel attire. But for some reason, being beside Logan and seeing how

it was just the fancy hotel

hotels,” I chided. “Just

smirked. “Something wrong with

floor. “Your tastes are just

but my heart rate seemed to disagree. It pounded in my chest, nervously anticipating what would come next.

thoughts when the doors slid open to reveal a lush corridor that could have belonged in a

doors open, I peeked into my room and almost lost my breath. It was stunning- silk sheets, a king-sized bed, an awe-inspiring view of the city

it was a suite, complete with a lavish bathroom and

our balconies were adjacent, separated only by a thin, ornate railing. The implication of that closeness settled over me like a heavy blanket, amplifying the tension that had been building

I couldn’t quite place just yet. “Only the best for my ‘fiancee”,” he said, emphasizing the last word as if it were a secret joke

tiny leap in my heart. And that was dangerous territory. My wolf seemed to howl in agreement, sensing the magnetic pull that was drawing us in, deeper and deeper into whatever