His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

“I think you handled that quite well,” Ema said, her voice soothing. “You’re stronger than you think, Ella.

You’re handling everything well.”

I closed my eyes, leaning into the support and strength Ema lent me. “I don’t know, Ema. This world…

it’s so different from anything I’ve known. I feel like I’m out of my depth.”

“You’re doing just fine,” she reassured me, her presence comforting. “You’re strong, Ella, and you have

what it takes to get through this night. Like we said, it’s not all that different from your dad’s awful

business parties.”

I let out an involuntary, wry chuckle. “Yeah,” I replied. “Except people don’t typically have the threat of

being murdered on their minds when they’re at my dad’s business parties.”

Despite my worries, though, Ema was right. I was strong, and I could handle this. I took another deep

breath, feeling a little stronger, a little more in control.

“I need some fresh air,” I whispered to myself, making my way towards the balcony. As I stood on the

balcony, the cool air enveloped me, feeling like a soothing balm against my heated skin. It was a gentle

caress, filled with the fragrance of night-blooming flowers and a hint of the distant sea.

The crisp breeze rustled through the nearby trees, whispering secrets and creating a melody that

seemed to harmonize with my restless soul. It had a purity to it, untouched by the chaos and pretense

of the evening, and I took a deep breath, letting it fill my lungs and calm my anxious heart.

Below me, the city lights stretched out like a glittering sea, a myriad of colors dancing and reflecting off

the buildings’ glass facades. Skyscrapers reached for the heavens, their peaks lost in the soft embrace

of low-hanging clouds, while streetlights created glowing veins that pulsed with life through the city’s

arteries.

The distant hum of traffic melded with the occasional laughter and music drifting from nearby homes,

creating a symphony of urban life that was both exhilarating and soothing.

I leaned against the railing, my eyes wandering over the breathtaking view. The lights shimmered and

shifted, creating patterns that told a story of life, love, ambition, and dreams. Each flicker seemed to

represent a heartbeat, a moment captured in time, a connection to something greater. I felt a sense of

unity with the city, a feeling that I was part of something vast and complex, yet intimately personal.

The horizon held a soft glow, where the city’s illumination met the dark embrace of the night. Stars

peeked through the veil of lights, twinkling like distant dreams, and the moon hung low, casting a silvery

reflection that seemed to dance on the rooftops.

I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the cool air on my face, listening to the sounds of the city, and

allowing the sensations to wash over me. For a moment, if I really focused, I could imagine that I was

back home in our penthouse. But only for a moment.

Because just then, I heard footsteps, and my reverie was broken. I turned to see Logan approaching.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. I looked over at him, my eyes meeting his.

“My parents are bound to find out about our ‘relationship’ eventually,” I admitted, my voice tinged with

worry. “I wonder if they’ll disown me for being with a Mafia guy. Even if it is all fake.”

Logan sighed. “I know you’re worried,” he said. “But I promise I’ll try not to let your parents know about

the Mafia ties, at least until our cooperation ends. Or until you fall in love with me.”

I frowned, punching Logan in the shoulder. He chuckled and leaned on the railing next to me.

“Besides,” he continued, “if they do find out someday for whatever reason, I’ll make them like me so

much they’ll hardly even notice the Mafia part.”

I had to laugh. “You’re full of yourself, Logan Barrett.”

Logan grinned. “I know. It’s one of my better traits.” Logan’s words offered me a semblance of

reassurance. But I still wasn’t so sure, and I let my doubts show.

“My father hates illegal dealings, Logan,” I let out along with a sigh. “He has built his reputation on

integrity and honesty. I can’t help but wonder if this is even all worth it. He probably won’t want to work

with you if he finds out.”

“Well, if that happens, I’ll just have to deal with it, won’t I?” Logan asked, looking out over the city. “And,

no, before you ask: not in a ‘sleeping with the fishes’ sort of way. I’m aware of the consequences of my

upbringing and business dealings. I’ll be willing to face those consequences.”

Logan’s response took me by surprise. It was shockingly cool and mature, much unlike some of the

other things that I had heard him utter before.

I looked over at Logan, and found that my eyes were drawn to the outline of his stitches through his

shirt. He was leaning on the railing, looking out over the city, his sharp jawline reflecting the city lights.

He had left his jacket somewhere inside, and now wore only his white button-down shirt, his sleeves

rolled up slightly.

I hated to admit it, but… He was handsome. Incredibly handsome. Despite my concerns, I couldn’t help

but feel attracted to him in that moment. There was something about his strength, his confidence, his

scars that drew me to him.

He looked up at me, and there was a slight smile playing on his lips. “What is it, princess?” he asked,

studying my face. “Cat got your tongue?”