Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 199: Moving Day

Edrick

Moana was terribly quiet for the next few days. I didn’t blame her, of course. She was going to be rightfully upset about having to leave, but it was the safest thing to be done. I only ever wanted to keep Moana and Ella safe, and despite our last incident at the mountain estate, I felt confident that our new security guards would protect us while we were there. During that time, though, I decided that I would have to figure out what to do about my father. I knew that he was going to come after us, but I had no real evidence. He hadn’t made any real threats yet, at least not anything that we could prove, so we couldn’t turn him in to the police. As of that moment, I was at a loss as to what to do about him. And my mother wasn’t picking up her phone when I called, either. I was beginning to get worried, to say the least.

The next few days went by too quickly. I hired a moving company to get everything that we would need; mostly clothes, kitchenware, and sentimental items since the mountain estate was already fully furnished. I wanted Moana to feel at home there, so without her knowledge I hired an interior designer to go to the estate and furnish one of the rooms to make it a nice art studio for her. I figured that this would cheer Moana up and maybe make her not hate being there and being away from her job so much.

By the middle of the week, however, I started to feel a bit sad too.

I liked the penthouse. I had never really cared too much about the place, but ever since Moana had begun to call the penthouse her home, it had become more special to me. What was once just an expensive and luxurious place to live now felt entirely different. As we went around and prepared to move, I began to notice little things that I hadn’t noticed before, too. Moana had placed flowers around the apartment. She had left various throw blankets and comfortable pillows on the furniture. Her sketchbook lay on the table by the armchair in the sun. Even in my bedroom, she had placed a little dish for her jewelry and a stack of books on the bedside table, and had a tray of lotions and serums for her skin and hair on the bathroom sink. I used to keep my bedroom curtains closed, as I needed complete darkness to try to sleep, but lately they had been open and my bedroom was filled with sunlight during the afternoons. I hadn’t noticed, but apparently at one point Moana had replaced the boring black comforter on my bed with a lighter colored one that brightened up the room.

that we had

event in the warehouse, so she really didn’t understand why I was making them move, and she was furious with me. She spent the next few days fuming at me and refusing to speak because she didn’t want to leave her new friends that she

following us to the mountain estate along with our caravan of security vans. We would be leaving out the back, where

things. Moana eventually came out and helped Ella

besides, the mountain estate was beautiful. For all I knew, she might even want to stay there; maybe eventually we would sell the

one point with a box in

late morning sunlight, it looked tempting. So, setting the box down

me oddly nervous. Despite my public speaking abilities, I couldn’t stand playing the piano in front of people. But as I played a little more, I soon got lost in the song. I started playing more fluidly, closing my eyes as I

have been minutes or even hours. All I knew was that when I opened my eyes,

never would have admitted it, but I couldn’t