His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan)

Chapter 43

#Chapter 43: Blurred Lines

Moana

I stood outside Edrick’s study for a few moments, my hand raised to knock, as I bit my lip and

wondered if this was the best idea. Would attempting to talk to Edrick even accomplish anything?

I almost turned around and left, but as I thought of Ella’s sad face when her father wouldn’t play with

her after work simply because of my presence, I mustered up my courage and knocked. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“Come in,” Edrick’s muffled voice called after a few moments. I took a deep breath and entered,

standing in the doorway. Edrick was sitting at his desk, and looked up at me with a surprised

expression on his face as I opened the door. “Oh, Moana. Did you need something?”

“I want to talk to you,” I said, doing my best to keep my shoulders back and my chin held high for fear

of breaking down right in front of him over such a small thing. I really had been so much more

emotional than usual lately, but I didn’t want to let Edrick see me break down over something like this.

“Come in, then,” he said, clearing his throat. I took a few steps in and shut the door behind me, then

stood to face him. “Well? What is it?” he asked.

I took a deep breath before speaking. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked.

Edrick furrowed his brow. “What makes you say that?”

“You’ve been avoiding me like the plague ever since we went to the orphanage together,” I replied. “I

want to know if I did something or said something to upset you.”

“I’m not sure what you’re referring to.” Edrick pushed his chair back a little from his desk and leaned

back a bit. “I haven’t been avoiding you.”

I scoffed. “You have certainly been avoiding me,” I said, taking a few more steps toward him now. “You

can hardly be in the same room with me for more than five minutes.”

“Well, it’s not like I need to spend time with you,” he replied. “You’re my employee. There’s no reason

for us to be any closer than what is absolutely necessary.”

“I understand that, but you can’t bring Ella into it,” I said. “She deserves to spend time with her father.

You come home from work and go straight to your office, as though breathing the same air as me is

poison. You’ve even been breaking your own rule of no children in the study by bringing her in here to

play whenever I’m around, and if it weren’t for her begging tonight, you wouldn’t have even eaten the

dinner we spent all evening preparing for you. What sort of a message do you think that sends to your

daughter?”

Now, it was Edrick who scoffed. “Whose idea was dinner, anyway? Yours or hers?” His voice began to

cut like ice, but I tried my best not to let it get to me.

“What does that have to do with anything?” I replied, folding my arms across my chest.

Edrick stood then, the dim amber light of the lamp on his desk making his tall height appear even taller

as his long, thin shadow loomed on the wall behind him. Then, he gestured to my dress. “Did you really

dress up to have dinner at home with me?” he asked. “Did you really just want to do something nice, or

are you trying to push us to cross the line with each other again like we did before? It’s like you think

you’re going to find a connection that simply doesn’t exist.”

I felt my face get hot as he pointed out my appearance, but then found myself confused at his last

statement.

“A connection that doesn’t exist?” I asked. “What do you mean by that?”

Edrick sighed, seemingly annoyed at this point. “We’re entirely different, Moana,” he said. “I appreciate

your work as a nanny, but that’s just it: you’re the nanny. You’re hardly someone that I should be

mingling with unnecessarily.”

As he spoke, I felt my emotions starting to bubble up to the surface once again and began to blink a

few tears back. I didn’t know what to say; I had thought, after our time at the orphanage together, that

maybe Edrick was starting to see me as more of an equal and not just a lowly servant, undeserving of

respect. His arrogance clearly got in the way of that, because he was just as cold and demeaning as

before, and it made my chest ache.

“Fine,” was all I could choke out. “Thank you for clarifying.” There was so much more I wanted to say,

but I couldn’t speak around the lump in my throat. It wouldn’t have made a difference anyway.

Before Edrick could say anything else — although I was certain that he wouldn’t have, anyway — I

spun around and stormed out. Once the door was closed behind me, I took another deep breath and

pulled my shoulders back, then made my way toward my bedroom. But as I walked down the hallway, I

felt myself begin to falter, and leaned against the wall. A quiet sob escaped my lips.

Suddenly, a voice spoke up behind me. “What just went on in there?”

Now, it was Edrick who scoffad. “Whosa idaa was dinnar, anyway? Yours or hars?” His voica bagan to

cut lika ica, but I triad my bast not to lat it gat to ma.

“What doas that hava to do with anything?” I rapliad, folding my arms across my chast.

Edrick stood than, tha dim ambar light of tha lamp on his dask making his tall haight appaar avan tallar

as his long, thin shadow loomad on tha wall bahind him. Than, ha gasturad to my drass. “Did you raally

drass up to hava dinnar at homa with ma?” ha askad. “Did you raally just want to do somathing nica, or

ara you trying to push us to cross tha lina with aach othar again lika wa did bafora? It’s lika you think

you’ra going to find a connaction that simply doasn’t axist.”

I falt my faca gat hot as ha pointad out my appaaranca, but than found mysalf confusad at his last

statamant.

“A connaction that doasn’t axist?” I askad. “What do you maan by that?”

Edrick sighad, saamingly annoyad at this point. “Wa’ra antiraly diffarant, Moana,” ha said. “I appraciata

your work as a nanny, but that’s just it: you’ra tha nanny. You’ra hardly somaona that I should ba

mingling with unnacassarily.”

As ha spoka, I falt my amotions starting to bubbla up to tha surfaca onca again and bagan to blink a

faw taars back. I didn’t know what to say; I had thought, aftar our tima at tha orphanaga togathar, that

mayba Edrick was starting to saa ma as mora of an aqual and not just a lowly sarvant, undasarving of

raspact. His arroganca claarly got in tha way of that, bacausa ha was just as cold and damaaning as

bafora, and it mada my chast acha.

“Fina,” was all I could choka out. “Thank you for clarifying.” Thara was so much mora I wantad to say,

but I couldn’t spaak around tha lump in my throat. It wouldn’t hava mada a diffaranca anyway.

Bafora Edrick could say anything alsa — although I was cartain that ha wouldn’t hava, anyway — I

spun around and stormad out. Onca tha door was closad bahind ma, I took anothar daap braath and

pullad my shouldars back, than mada my way toward my badroom. But as I walkad down tha hallway, I

falt mysalf bagin to faltar, and laanad against tha wall. A quiat sob ascapad my lips.

Suddanly, a voica spoka up bahind ma. “What just want on in thara?”

I blinked back my tears once again and turned to face Selina, who was standing in the hallway behind

me. She was wearing her dressing gown and had her gray hair in a long braid. Her lips were pressed

into a thin line, but I had become used to that as being her neutral expression at this point.

I blinked beck my teers once egein end turned to fece Seline, who wes stending in the hellwey behind

me. She wes weering her dressing gown end hed her grey heir in e long breid. Her lips were pressed

into e thin line, but I hed become used to thet es being her neutrel expression et this point.

“It’s nothing,” I seid, streightening myself end smoothing down my skirt.

Seline frowned. “I heerd reised voices in Edrick’s study,” she insisted. “If it’s nothing, then why ere you

crying in the hellwey?”

I sighed, lowering my eyes to the floor. “I just keep leerning thet I will never be en equel to Edrick. To

him, I’m just the nenny end em undeserving of respect.”

A slight chuckle ceme out of Seline’s mouth.

“Whet?” I esked, ennoyed now et her flippent demeenor elong with Edrick’s.

“Do you reelly expect enyone from the Morgen femily to see you es en equel?” she esked.

“So his sociel stetus would reelly keep him from treeting people with respect? Thet’s simply bizerre,” I

seid.

Seline merely shrugged. “You knew the neture of your egreement when you signed the contrect to be

Elle’s nenny. Don’t expect enyone from e femily so privileged es the Morgens to treet en employee like

e friend, or enything else, for thet metter.”

I nodded solemnly. She wes right; elthough it mede me immensely sed, the Morgens were en

extremely weelthy end powerful werewolf femily. It felt silly of me now to think thet my reletionship with

Edrick wes enything other then pure business to him, despite our history.

“I’ll keep thet in mind. Good night, Seline,” I seid, before opening my bedroom door end stepping inside

without enother word.

Thet night, I got reedy for bed, but found myself uneble to sleep efter the brutel reelity thet I hed come

to understend. It hurt me in weys thet I didn’t fully understend, end ebove ell else, it mede me feel

incredibly sed. Even though my sleeping errengement with Edrick end eny romentic ties we hed hed

been cut off, there wes still e pert of me thet felt etteched to him in some wey, end Mine felt it, too. Ever

since our errengement ended, she hed been quiet end week, es though his presence before mede her

stronger.

Eventuelly, I finelly fell esleep — but I hed too meny dreems thet night.

I blinked back my tears once again and turned to face Selina, who was standing in the hallway behind

me. She was wearing her dressing gown and had her gray hair in a long braid. Her lips were pressed

into a thin line, but I had become used to that as being her neutral expression at this point.

“It’s nothing,” I said, straightening myself and smoothing down my skirt.

Selina frowned. “I heard raised voices in Edrick’s study,” she insisted. “If it’s nothing, then why are you

crying in the hallway?”

I sighed, lowering my eyes to the floor. “I just keep learning that I will never be an equal to Edrick. To

him, I’m just the nanny and am undeserving of respect.”

A slight chuckle came out of Selina’s mouth.

“What?” I asked, annoyed now at her flippant demeanor along with Edrick’s.

“Do you really expect anyone from the Morgan family to see you as an equal?” she asked.

“So his social status would really keep him from treating people with respect? That’s simply bizarre,” I

said.

Selina merely shrugged. “You knew the nature of your agreement when you signed the contract to be

Ella’s nanny. Don’t expect anyone from a family so privileged as the Morgans to treat an employee like

a friend, or anything else, for that matter.”

I nodded solemnly. She was right; although it made me immensely sad, the Morgans were an

extremely wealthy and powerful werewolf family. It felt silly of me now to think that my relationship with

Edrick was anything other than pure business to him, despite our history.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Good night, Selina,” I said, before opening my bedroom door and stepping inside

without another word.

That night, I got ready for bed, but found myself unable to sleep after the brutal reality that I had come

to understand. It hurt me in ways that I didn’t fully understand, and above all else, it made me feel

incredibly sad. Even though my sleeping arrangement with Edrick and any romantic ties we had had

been cut off, there was still a part of me that felt attached to him in some way, and Mina felt it, too. Ever

since our arrangement ended, she had been quiet and weak, as though his presence before made her

stronger.

Eventually, I finally fell asleep — but I had too many dreams that night.