Chapter 3


    Chapter 3 One Night Stand


    Moana


    I woke up to sunlight and a fresh, warm summer breeze streaming in through arge set of open


    French doors. As I cracked my eyes open, the sound of the city street below filled my ears, and the


    feeling of my throbbing head on a plush pillow alerted me to the fact that I was not in my own bed.


    Groaning, I slowly pushed myself up onto my elbows and scanned the room as shes of what


    happened the night before began to flood my mind. I remembered being at the bar, in the silky ck


    dress that I had picked out… I remembered drinking a gin and tonic, and being osted by a middle-


    aged man with sinister intentions…


    Other memories came flooding back, too.


    I remembered being in the back of a car with a handsome man. His neck was warm and soft as I


    pressed my lips to it. He tried to hide his arousal at first, but he eventually gave in to his desires as he


    led me to the elevator that led up to the expensive hotel room he had booked. We made our way to the


    room, stopping periodically to press our lips together and touch each other’s bodies in the hallway. I


    remembered how electric his hands felt on my body as he gripped my waist through the silky ck


    dress, and how quickly he removed that dress once we were safely inside the hotel room.


    He carried me over to the bed while I kissed his neck and nibbled at his ears, his body pressing into


    mine as heid me down on the soft nkets. I clung onto his chest like my life depended on it,


    fumbling to unbutton his shirt; he eventually became tired of waiting for my clumsy fingers to undo the


    buttons and did it himself, revealing thick, toned muscles as he pulled his shirt off.


    We spent the night in ecstasy, moving as one in the moonlit hotel room.


    As I came to the realization of what happenedst night, I slowly turned my head to face the man who


    laid asleep next to me. Even asleep, the man was still as handsome and sexy as ever, with the sheets


    pulled down around his waist to reveal his chiseled torso and the top of his groin, making my face get


    hot and turn red.


    But… He was Edrick Morgan. He was my cheating ex boyfriend’s new boss.


    I bit my lip and quietly climbed out of bed, searching for my panties.


    “Ahem.”


    I spun around with my panties in my hand to see Edrick sitting up in bed, his cold gray eyes fixed on


    me. Without a word, he stood — making me blush as hepletely revealed his nude body — and


    walked over to where his pantsy on the floor. I quickly pulled my panties and my bra on as he put on


    his boxer briefs, then watched as he picked up his pants and dug into his pocket for his wallet.


    “Here,” he said darkly, digging into his wallet and pulling out a thick wad of cash. He walked over to me


    and thrust it toward me. “Take it, but keep in mind that this is a one-time deal.”


    I took a few steps back, my sheepish expression turning to one of anger and resentment.


    “You… think I’m a prostitute?” I snarled.


    Edrick merely shrugged and tossed the cash at my feet. “It doesn’t matter if you are or you aren’t,” he


    said coldly, walking away and pulling his pants on with his back turned to me. “No one sleeps with me


    without the expectation of getting something extra in return. Your aloof demeanorst night faded away


    pretty quickly as soon as I dressed you up and paid for your drinks, so I know what you’re after. Just


    take the money and leave.”


    I frowned, narrowing my eyes. “I never wanted your money,” I said, my voice shaking out of anger as I


    picked the dress up off the ground and put it on. If I still had my own clothes, I would’ve left the dress


    on the floor, but I had no idea what happened to my stained outfit at this point.


    “By the way,” Edrick muttered, ignoring what I said and buttoning his shirt with his back still turned to


    me, “you should learn not to take drinks from strangers. You’re lucky I was there to save you from that


    guy. Learn from basicmon sense next time.”


    I paused, gritting my teeth, and pulled the dress on the rest of the way before answering.


    “You’re just as cold and heartless as they say.”


    Edrick didn’t answer, and I didn’t care to stick around to see if he woulde up with one. With a


    hmph, I grabbed the strappy heels from the night before and stomped barefoot over to the door. My


    hand rested on the doorknob for a moment as I fumed, and when I swung the door open, I called over


    my shoulder onest time.


    “You can’t just throw money at everyone when you have a guilty conscience,” I growled before walking


    out and mming the door behind me.


    …


    As soon as I got home, I tore off the dress and the heels and threw them in the corner as the anger


    over both Sam and Edrick bubbled up inside of me. Frowning and muttering to myself, I stomped over


    to the fridge in my underwear and pulled out the milk to pour myself a bowl of cereal. Cereal was just


    about all I had to eat, but the thought of taking Edrick Morgan’s money after a one night stand made


    me feel worse than going hungry.


    As I was just about to take my first bite of cereal, my phone started ringing. I rolled my eyes,


    anticipating for it to be Sam trying to beg for me toe back, but squinted when I noticed that it was


    an unknown number.


    “Hello?” I said, stirring my cereal with my spoon, half expecting a spam caller to be on the other end.


    “Good morning. Is this Moana Fowler?”


    “Yes,” I replied.


    “My name is Nancy Grace. I’m calling from the Au Pair Agency.”


    My eyes widened, and I dropped my spoon, not caring as it sank down all the way into the milk. I had


    been trying to find a nanny job through the Au Pair Agency for months now, but they hadn’t found any


    suitable work for me yet. It had been so long that I hadpletely lost hope at this point.


    “We found an assignment for you,” Nancy said in a sing-song voice. “It’s a full time, live-in position with


    a single Alpha father. Are you avable to make a house callter today to meet the family and


    complete an interview?”


    “Y-Yes,” I said, using all of my energy to keep myposure. “I’d be happy to.”


    “Great,” Nancy replied. “You’re expected at two o’clock today. I’ll text you the address once we end the


    call.”


    “Thank you so much,” I replied.


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    “You’re wee. Oh, and Moana — you should know that you’re not going to be the only candidate for


    this position. I would rmend taking extra care to make a good first impression; working for this


    family is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and the pay is unparalleled.”


    I felt my heart sink at Nancy’s words and opened my mouth to ask who the family was, but before I


    could, Nancy hung up and I was met with silence on the other end.


    Furrowing my brow at the abrupt end to the call, I set down my phone and stared at it as the notification


    with the address details popped up on my screen.


    What sort of family would be paying a nanny so well like this?