Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

Chapter 38

Nanny and the Alpha Daddy
#Chapter 38: Official Termination of the Supplemental
Agreement

Moana

Edrick and I quickly pulled away from each other, rushing to fix ourselves. I pulled my nightgown back down around my legs and tied my robe around myself, fixing my hair while Edrick quickly buckled his belt once more.

“Hello?” Ella called again.

“It’s okay, Princess,” Edrick called, steadying his heavy breathing. “You can come in.”

Ella cracked the door open and poked her head in. Her hair was a mess and her eyelids drooped sleepily as she rubbed them and yawned, but there was also a hint of fear and sadness on her teary-eyed face. She looked as though she had been crying — I couldn’t quite tell if it was from the sound of Edrick and I fighting or from a bad dream. Maybe both. “I had a bad dream, Moana,” she said quietly and tearfully. “I came to look for you, but it sounds like you’re fighting…” Her tiny voice was quivering so much that it made my heart ache.

“What? No,” I said, rushing over to her and crouching to her level. “Your daddy and I were just talking.”

“Oh. I thought I heard yelling.”

“We just got excited, that’s all,” I said softly, standing and guiding the tired little girl out of the room. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

I led Ella back to her room by her hand and laid her down in bed. “Why was my daddy in your room?” she asked as I tucked her in.

Shaking my head, I reached out and brushed a bit of hair out of her face. “He just needed to talk to me. You don’t have to worry about a thing, understand?”

Ella nodded her head. I kissed her forehead and tucked her in a bit tighter before turning to go back to my room, but before I could, a tiny hand shot out and grabbed my nightgown. As I turned back to face her, I saw that there were still tears in my eyes.

“Will you stay with me?”

I sighed, glancing over my shoulder toward the door. If Edrick was still expecting me to sleep with him, this could only cause more trouble… But at the same time, I thought that both Edrick and I knew that sleeping together would also only cause more unnecessary trouble — and my job, first and foremost, was to take care of Ella above all else.

“Sure,” I replied, going around to the other side of the bed and climbing under the covers. “I’ll stay.”

…

I woke up in the morning, I had Ella snuggled tightly into my arms. She still seemed dead asleep from her late night, so I let her sleep in and quietly crawled out of bed before slipping out of her room and back into mine to

he had been the night before, but he wasn’t. Nevertheless, it was Sunday, and I knew that I would likely be seeing him

was sitting at the small round table by the big window in the living room with a cup of coffee and a newspaper in his

how drunk he was the night before. Did he even sleep at all?

Edrick coldly stood and gathered up his coffee and his newspaper. “Come to my study,” he said before brusquely

but I didn’t really mean it; I had been drinking

He gestured with his coffee cup toward the chair across from his desk. I did as I was told and swallowed the lump in my throat, formulating a potential speech in my

behind me as I sat and Edrick walked across the room. He calmly set his coffee cup down and sat across from

I blurted out. The words floated out of my mouth so rapidly that it almost didn’t feel like I was in control. “We were both drunk, and I know I shouldn’t

baby last night, even without you there,” Edrick interrupted. His voice was just as cold and ruthless as the day I met him, nothing at all like the man I had seen in the orphanage as we baked cookies together. “I

…

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was sitting at tha small round tabla by

drunk ha was tha night bafora. Did ha avan

to my

a lump risa in my throat as I followad him. Was ha going to fira ma? I had mantionad quitting tha night bafora during our argumant, but I didn’t raally maan it; I had baan

told and swallowad tha lump in my throat, formulating a potantial spaach in my haad that could

sat and Edrick walkad across tha room. Ha calmly sat

about last night,” I blurtad out. Tha words floatad out of my mouth so rapidly that it almost didn’t faal lika I was in control. “Wa wara both drunk, and I know I shouldn’t hava

slapt lika a baby last night, avan without you thara,” Edrick intarruptad. His voica was just as cold and ruthlass as tha day I mat him, nothing at all lika tha man I had saan in tha orphanaga as wa bakad cookias togathar. “I don’t think I naad your sarvicas

heart leaped up into my throat.

my throet. “Are you

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