Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

When I came down the stairs with the woman, I felt my heart start to race as I noticed Edrick look up

from his table. His eyes lingered on me for a few long moments that felt like an eternity before he

looked back to continue his conversation with the other man who was sitting with him.

“To compensate for the accident earlier on the street, Mr. Morgan has agreed to cover the expenses of

the evening,” the woman said. “That includes any drinks and food you order, as well as the clothes.

Please feel free to take a seat at the bar.”

I looked down at my dress, feeling my face go a bit hot. Something like this was so far from what I

normally wore, and now it was mine? I glanced up to ask the woman if she was sure I could keep the

dress, but she was already gone.

Swallowing, I walked into the main area and slid up onto one of the barstools.

“What would you like to drink?” the bartender said.

“Um… Gin and tonic, please,” I replied, fiddling with the clasp on my purse as I glanced around at all of

the other bar patrons. Most of them seemed too preoccupied with their drinks and their conversations

as a woman in a red gown softly played the piano on a small stage.

The bartender returned with my drink a few moments later. I muttered some words of thanks and

swirled the liquid around in my glass as I attempted to settle into my seat and try not to act too out of

place.

“What’s a beautiful girl like you doing sitting all alone?” a male voice suddenly said from beside me. I

jumped a bit and turned to see a middle-aged man in a suit leaning on the bar next to me with a drink in

his hand. He had salt-and-pepper hair, a somewhat stocky build, and smelled strongly of whiskey.

I couldn’t come up with an answer, so I awkwardly laughed and took a sip of my drink in the hopes that

the man would get the hint and leave me alone, but he persisted. Despite Edrick Morgan’s burst of

kindness in letting me into this bar and paying for everything, I was still uninterested in doing much

more than having a drink or two and going home for the night. After finding my boyfriend with another

woman, I wasn’t interested in conversation.

“Let me buy you another drink,” the man said, leaning closer to me. “Something better than gin and

tonic. I’ve got plenty of money, being a beta and all; you can have anything you want…”

“Oh, I’m fine with this,” I said with a weak smile, trying to hide my disgust overhearing the word ‘beta’.

“Thanks anyway.”

“Nonsense,” the man said, either not noticing or not caring that I wasn’t interested as he sat on the

stool next to me, his body uncomfortably close to mine. “I’m Mark, by the way. Mark Schaffer.” He stuck

out his hand for me to shake, and when I did, his palm was a bit sweaty.

“Moana,” I muttered, pulling my hand away as soon as possible.

“Interesting name,” he said. “You know, I’m the Beta of…”

My mind went blank as Mark continued to prattle on about his money, his lineage, his multiple vacation

homes, this and that… I tried my best to appear polite, but eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“So that’s why I prefer the gulet yacht–”

“I’ve got to use the restroom,” I said suddenly, interrupting his spiel about which type of yacht was the

best. He frowned as I abruptly stood and gathered my purse, clearly annoyed that I cut him off, but I

didn’t care. Without another word, I walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind me, taking a few

deep breaths as I leaned on the sink.

I stayed in there for a few minutes, splashing some cold water on my face and checking my phone,

until I was certain that Mark had gotten bored of waiting for me at the bar, then headed back out.

Thankfully, he was gone when I walked back to my seat. I let out a small sigh of relief as I sat back

down, but that relief turned to annoyance when the bartender approached me and handed me a red

drink in a c*cktail glass, informing me that Mark had paid for it.

Sighing, I picked up the glass and looked over my shoulder. Mark was sitting at a corner table,

watching me like a hawk; not wanting to cause any sort of fuss, I raised my glass and mouthed the

words “Thank you” before turning back and sipping on the drink.

As my head started to get light and the room started to swim around me a few minutes later, I realized

that taking a drink offered to me by a strange man at the bar was a horrible idea… but I was too far

gone already, and as I tried to get up from the bar, I felt myself stumble into a man’s body.

“Whoa there,” Mark’s voice said as his arms wrapped around me. “Looks like I need to get you home.”

I felt my heart start to race as Mark began to guide me away, too weak and disoriented to tell him no.

Just then, as my vision began to fade completely, I felt another hand on my shoulder; cool, and not

sweaty like Mark’s.

“Where are you taking her?” Edrick’s stern voice said, so low it was almost a growl.

“Oh, I’m just taking her home,” Mark stuttered. “S-She had too much to drink. We’re old friends.”

“Is this true?” Edrick said, leaning down and coming into view. As his gray eyes locked on mine, all I

could do was shake my head.

I wasn’t sure what happened after that, but the next thing I knew, I was in Edrick Morgan’s warm

embrace in the back of a car.

“Where do you live?” he asked.

I tried to answer but he stopped me after I mumbled a few unclear words. “I’m taking you to a hotel

then.”

In my semi-conscious state, the feeling of Edrick’s warm arms around me made my body tingle.

“Stay…” I slurred, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Edrick jolted away, muttering something about my

state of mind, but something about the smell of his cologne made me persist…

And soon, I felt Edrick Morgan, the wealthy and handsome CEO of WereCorp, relax into my touch.