His Nanny Mate - Season 3 Episode 59

Ella

Logan said nothing. The ambiance of the room was thick with tension, so much so that it felt almost palpable. I understood now what this man’s true intentions were. With my heart pounding wildly against my chest, I stood, grabbing my purse.

“Well, like I said, I’ll be forwarding your case to one of the other lawyers in the firm,” I said, taking a step back. “Dinner was a pleasure, but I don’t believe it’s appropriate for this to continue.”

I turned to leave, but immediately stopped in my tracks. Before, there had been one man standing by the elevator, and now there were four. And I could tell that they weren’t going to let me leave.

The dim lighting, the bodyguards blocking my exit, and Logan’s intense gaze felt intimidating and suffocating.

There was silence. The room felt palpable with tension. All at once, I wanted to both rush forward and kiss him again as his scent overwhelmed me and I wanted to leap out of the window to get away from him.

“Let me out,” I said, my voice shaky but defiant.

“What do you mean?” Logan asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I looked from Logan to the men in black suits and back again. Why were they with him all of the time? And why did he feel the need to have so many bodyguards for just a dinner with me?

Logan sighed, gesturing to his men, who reluctantly stepped aside.

“Fine,” he said, his voice dripping with annoyance. “I won’t hold a lady here against her will,” I huffed and turned back to the elevator, which was now free, and began insistently pressing the button to go down. Logan’s voice suddenly came from behind me again, this time closer.

“Ella, are you really going to pass up an opportunity?” he asked, his intoxicating scent wafting toward me from across the room. “I couldn’t force anyone to be my girlfriend, but I could provide you with easy cases. I can help you build a reputation in this city.”

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I whipped back around while the elevator took its sweet time to come back to the top and glared at Logan.

“You should decide whether you really want to be with me after you spent enough time with me.” Logan continued.

“First of all, I’m not interested in ‘easy’ cases handed to me out of pity,” I retorted, my voice quivering with a mix of anger and uncertainty. “I came here to make a difference, not to be handed charity.”

His lips curled into a smirk. “What if I said I could help you take on the most challenging cases this city has to offer?”

“You don’t get it,” I snapped. “It’s not about the cases, Logan. It’s about your behavior, your attitude. No matter if it was marriage or work, I don’t want to be associated with someone who sees women as commodities. Someone who throws money at random women, hoping they’ll be his mistress. I have self-respect.”

His expression softened for a brief moment, the playboy facade slipping. “I can see that,” he said. “I gathered that last night, trust me. But I can guarantee that my attitude is the least of what you should hate about me.”

I could feel my frustration growing, mirrored by the simmering anger within my wolf. I didn’t understand him, didn’t know what game he was playing.

Just then, the elevator finally dinged, and the doors slid open. I rushed inside, clutching my purse tightly beneath the cold gazes of Logan and his stoic bodyguards.

“This is the last time we’ll meet like this,” I said, trying to sound resolute. “We’ll see about that,” he replied cryptically. “Join me for dinner tomorrow. A place I truly cherish.”

“Goodbye, Logan.”

“Not goodbye, Miss Morgan. Just… see you soon.” His words sent shivers down my spine. With that, the elevator doors shut in front of me, blocking my view of the arrogant bastard.

I exited the building with as much dignity as I could muster, but my insides were churning with confusion and anger.

“How could our mate be such a… a…”

Ema’s voice echoed in my mind, full of anger. “A bastard?” I asked.

“Something like that.” That night, sleep eluded me. Logan’s piercing eyes, the ominous atmosphere, the hidden meanings behind his words-they all haunted my thoughts.

My alarm startled me out of a restless doze. With a groan, I got ready for work, hoping the office routine would serve as a distraction. Yet as soon as I walked in, I noticed a change in my colleagues’ behavior.

They approached me cautiously, with a newfound respect, asking politely if I had the time for a few tasks. Bemused, I accepted some, eager to bury myself in work.

The hours ticked by slowly, each passing moment weighed down by my earlier encounter with Logan and the looming decision about taking on his case.

How could I explain to my boss, Mr. Henderson, my reluctance to accept a case from this man? He would never accept an excuse in regard to Logan being my fated mate. He would laugh me out of the room if I tried to tell him that.

My thoughts were interrupted by Sarah’s sharp voice. “Mr. Henderson wants to see you in his office. Now.”

“Um… did he say why?” I asked, pushing my chair back. Sarah simply shrugged and folded her arms across her chest, pursing her lips. “I’m not your messenger,” she growled.

Trepidation coiled in my stomach as I approached Mr. Henderson’s office. A million possibilities floated through my mind, with one at the forefront: Logan, in all of his nastiness and abhorrent nature, told Mr. Henderson about my reaction yesterday and I was now going to be fired for embarrassing the entire firm.

I could picture it now: within a week, I would be groveling at my parents’ doorstep, bags in hand. They would, of course, welcome me back with open arms.

“Now that you’ve had your adventure, come shadow me at WereCorp,” my dad would say. “Don’t worry, Princess. You want privacy and freedom? Here, here’s a giant check to buy whichever fancy penthouse or mansion you want. No, you don’t need to pay me back. I’m your daddy, and you’re my Princess. It’s my job to take good care of you.”

The thought of it made me sick. I loved my dad, but I wanted to pave my own way. However, as I reached the door, the sound of laughter caught my attention. I furrowed my brow, pausing for a moment. I heard two voices. My breath caught in my throat.

As the door swung open, the sound of laughter ceased. “Ah! There she is!” Mr. Henderson said, standing from his chair with a jovial expression on his face.

My eyes widened. The last person I wanted to see was lounging on the couch, looking every bit the confident CEO.

He wore a tailored black suit, with his jet black hair slicked to one side and his clear blue eyes gazing out at me from beneath two stern eyebrows. He sat confidently, his arm draped across the back of the sofa while his legs were crossed in a wide, powerful position.

“Miss Morgan,” Logan drawled, a smirk playing on his lips. “Good to see you again.”