His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 203: The Watcher

Moana

A little while after I caught the bodyguard that Edrick sent with me watching me through the window

with binoculars, I calmed down a bit and didn’t feel quite as mad about it. I decided against talking to

Edrick about it later, and figured that I should just give it some time before I started any arguments.

After all, Edrick was just trying to keep me safe by sending the bodyguard with me. The fact alone that

he was even okay with me returning to work and with Ella returning to school was already a miracle. I

didn’t want to accidentally rock the boat and make Edrick change his mind, because I knew that the

Alpha billionaire would be too stubborn if he suddenly decided that it was a bad idea for either of us to

return to our normal lives.

However, on my lunch break I started to notice that something was off when one of the other teachers

came in and knocked on my door with a somewhat angry expression on her face.

“Hi,” I said, setting down my sandwich with surprise, seeing as how no one ever came to my classroom

during my break. “Can I help you with anything?”

The teacher, a young woman about my age who was one of the kindergarten teachers, stood in my

doorway and folded her arms across her chest. Like me, she also had long red hair. “Some man has

been staring through my window, and I know it has something to do with you,” she growled. One of my

kids said that he was staring through your window earlier, and she’s very upset about it.”

I felt my face go pale and my blood run cold. “I-I’m so sorry,” I replied nervously, standing and wringing

my hands. “He’s not bad or anything of the sort, it’s just that—”

“I don’t care what your excuse is,” the teacher interrupted, her voice sharp and grating. “You either

need to take care of it, or I’m going to tell the headmistress. It’s already bad enough that we have to

deal with your bad luck, and now you’re bringing strange, intimidating men on school property? What

the hell is wrong with you?”

As the teacher spoke, I felt as though my body had officially drained itself of all blood, leaving me

standing there as nothing but a cold, empty husk of the woman who I once was. I opened my mouth to

speak, but before I could stammer anything out, she whirled around and stormed off.

I felt sick. The bodyguard must have mistaken her for me. He probably saw her red hair through the

window and was watching her, not realizing that he was watching entirely the wrong person. She was

right, though, despite the fact that she felt the need to get a little dig in about my supposed “bad luck”

as a late bloomer; he needed to be taken care of. He was making children and teachers alike

uncomfortable.

Grumbling to myself under my breath, I stormed out of my classroom with my fists clenched and ran

down the hallway. I ran past teachers, students, and classrooms, past the confused elderly security

guard, and stormed out of the building and into the sunshine.

Just as I suspected, the bodyguard was leaning against the side of his car with a pair of binoculars in

his hand. As I stormed up to him, I saw him push a button on his headset and say something before he

straightened himself and put the binoculars behind his back.

“Afternoon, Miss,” he said politely, his sharp jawline jutting out as he towered over me. “Is everything

alright?”

“Alright?” I asked. “Alright? You’re practically terrorizing the students and the teachers at this school!”

The security guard furrowed his brow and looked down at me through his dark sunglasses. “Um… I’m

not sure what you’re referring to, Miss,” he said. “I’m just doing my job.”

Suddenly, I lurched forward and reached around his back. I grabbed the binoculars that were in his

hand and yanked them away before he had a chance to stop me, then waved them in his face.

“Binoculars?” I growled. “For goodness’ sake, this is ridiculous! Your job was to drive me here, keep an

eye on the property in case anyone suspicious shows up, and drive me home. That’s it. And now you’re

acting like the suspicious one, looking through windows with bloody BINOCULARS!”

After I finished speaking, the air fell silent. Through his dark sunglasses, I could see that his eyes were

wide. My own eyes were wide, too, because without realizing it I had raised my voice and was now

shouting at him. Even passersby were giving us odd looks, and some of the children on the playground

were standing by the fence and staring at us with open mouths while the recess attendants were trying

— and failing — to usher them away.

“Miss, I’m just doing what Mr. Morgan—”

“You’re my employee, too,” I said, lowering my voice so as not to be heard. “And I’m telling you to tone

it back, or… or… I’ll call the police and have you escorted off of the school’s property.”

The security guard looked at me for a moment in a state of shock before he finally nodded and hung

his head slightly. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, sounding rather much like one of the children who I had to

scold for being unruly in the classroom. “I’ll tone it back.”

“Thank you,” I muttered. I watched with my arms folded across my chest as he circled around the car

and got into the driver’s seat. Then, whirling around, I stormed past the playground, ignoring the

shocked students and recess attendants, and ran back inside. I walked past the still-confused security

guard, past the classrooms and students and teachers, and back into my classroom. Once I was

inside, I closed the door behind me as calmly as I could.

And once I was concealed inside of my classroom, I angrily chucked the binoculars as hard as I could

into the trash can by my desk. I relished in the sound of the plastic and glass breaking for a moment

before I dusted my hands off and sat back down to finish my sandwich.

Thankfully, the bodyguard wasn’t an issue for the remainder of the day. However, it seemed as though

everyone saw my little display earlier, and by the end of the day I felt as though even more people were

staring at me and whispering as I locked up my classroom and headed out.

I kept my head down, ignoring the nasty whispers from fellow teachers as I passed by their classrooms.

But when I passed by the headmistress’s office, I felt my face flush red as I saw her annoyed

expression looking up at me from behind her desk through the open door. Swallowing, I bowed my

head and scurried past.

Hopefully, I thought to myself as I rushed out and down the pathway, then climbed into the back of the

car, tomorrow would be better.

And if not, Edrick was going to have to settle for an alternative to the bodyguard.