His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 203

#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!”