Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 122: Someday

Edrick

I came home that night after a long, exhausting day of work. The news of my fake relationship with Moana quickly spread, and I found myself having to dodge all sorts of questions about it from intrigued coworkers. Thankfully, my father didn’t appear yet to berate me for it, although I knew that it was only a matter of time until that happened.

When I arrived at home, I just wanted to sleep. The apartment was quiet and dark, so I took off my shoes and my jacket before heading into the living room to have a drink before bed.

However, when I walked into the doorway, I finally saw Moana peering at me over the back of the couch.

I knew instantly from the look on her face that she had seen the news. And I also knew that I would have to explain things to her, as she was clearly upset. Admittedly, I knew that I shouldn’t have said what I said earlier that morning; it just slipped out in the heat of the moment, and I found myself regretting it afterwards. But what was done was done, and now we had to make the best of it.

“I’m sure you’d like to talk,” I said, sticking my hands in my pockets as I watched Moana stand from the couch. “Let’s talk in my office.”

Moana, who was dressed in her robe and nightgown, followed me to my study. I closed the door behind us in case anyone would overhear our conversation, then gestured for her to sit in one of the soft armchairs by the fireplace. But she continued to stand, her eyes burning with a combination of confusion and anger.

began, but Moana quickly cut me off and shook her head vigorously. Her hands were balled up into fists at her sides, and as she shook her

whether I’m just a human plaything or not,” she said, her voice

brow. “What?” I asked. “What are you

her robe pocket. I watched silently as she furiously tapped on her phone screen, then held the phone out

actually my fated mate. Of course it wouldn’t

shook when she held the phone out to me made me feel even worse for jumping into this so soon. I should have spoken to

that you’re in the public eye, there are some changes you’ll need to make; to start, you’ll be better off if you make all of

She

to change my habits over something like this?” she growled. “You’re the

any better, I had no idea either,” I replied. “It just sort of slipped out this morning. I’ll admit I got a bit overwhelmed

— maybe both of those things at once. She stared at me with a certain amount of intensity for a few moments, chewing the

past that you have no interest in having a relationship with me because of our differences in social status, and I’m positive that that hasn’t changed at all despite the fact that you

to commit to her. If I learned one thing about marriage from my parents’ horrible history, it was that marriage was a complete sham and a waste of time. Even people who had a mate bond with each other, like my parents, still abused and cheated on each other.