Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 89: Art Lessons

Moana

As I walked around the room and helped the children with their art, I suddenly heard the sound of the floorboards creaking in the doorway. Thinking that it was Sophia coming to check on how everything was going, I looked up with a smile.

That smile quickly faded, however, when I realized it wasn’t Sophia, but was in fact Edrick who was standing there. He had an indiscernible expression on his face and stood as still as a statue in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, his eyes locked on mine for several long, palpable moments.

Was I seeing things, or had the cold Alpha billionaire finally realized the fault in breaking his promise to his daughter?

But before I could even process the fact that he apparently seemed to have changed his mind for whatever reason, Ella snapped her head up and gasped loudly.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed, jumping up out of her chair and running up to him. “You came!”

Edrick put on a smile and scooped Ella up, hugging her tightly and planting a kiss on her cheek while the other children also threw down their paint brushes and ran up to him. “Mr. Morgan!” they shouted excitedly, jumping up and down on their toes as they swarmed around him. Much to my surprise, Edrick set Ella down and then proceeded to greet each and every child… By name, no less.

“Hello, Clara,” he said, pinching the little girl’s cheek. “Hello, Matthew. Nice shirt you’ve got on today. Joshua…”

It seemed that the Alpha billionaire changed his mind after all and wound up keeping his promise to his daughter; that didn’t mean that I wasn’t still furious with him, not only for initially breaking

straight at me. “Am I

I stuttered, still taken off

in. “We’re painting flowers, daddy,” she said, grabbing his hand

he peered down at his daughter’s canvas, which contained anything but a flower at

grinned. “Are you gonna

I don’t

begged, clasping her

and nodded, letting out a sigh. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll paint with

word, I walked over to the supply cabinet

down. He looked comically large in the chair that was meant for a child, causing the other children to giggle and point. But, much to my surprise, he only smiled and began to spread paint

even more fun now with the Alpha billionaire, who painted rather sloppily and wound up splattering quite a bit of paint on

on for much longer than expected because of this, but I didn’t mind. Soon, I’d almost entirely forgotten about the perfume and our subsequent argument and only found myself smiling and laughing along with Edrick and the children. The Alpha billionaire was a surprisingly bad artist, and almost seemed as though he’d never even picked up a paintbrush before in his entire life. Watching him struggle was endearing, and

to an end. I clapped my hands to get the children’s — and Edrick’s — attention, then instructed them to get up and walk around to look

big kid on his own, wandering around with his hands clasped behind his back. It admittedly