His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 37

Nanny and the Alpha Daddy
#Chapter 37: The Heat of the Moment
Moana

When I opened my door, all I could smell was alcohol.

Edrick was standing in the hallway. He was swaying slightly back and forth, his steely eyes unfocused in front of me. Even though it seemed he only just got home, he already had a glass of whiskey in his hand — he must have filled it as soon as he came in the door.

“Why aren’t you in my room?” he grumbled, his breath reeking of whiskey.

I took a step back, scrunching up my nose from the smell. “I waited for you for two hours, but you never came,” I replied. “I assumed you wouldn’t be home tonight.”

Edrick was silent for several moments before speaking: “Well, I’ll sleep in here, then.” Before I could stop him, he pushed past me and into my room.

“How much have you had to drink?” I asked, closing the door quietly.

Edrick chuckled sardonically and turned around to face me with a shrug. “What does it matter to you?” he asked. As he stared at me, I wondered to myself if he even knew or if he had lost count of how many times he’d refilled his glass tonight.

I shrugged. “I’d like to know if I’m getting into bed with someone who’s going to vomit all over himself in the middle of the night. I’ll get you some medicine and a trash can, if you think you might need it.”

Edrick mere scoffed. He plopped down onto the armchair across from my bed and began to work at his shoelaces, but his fingers were clumsy from the alcohol.

“I’ll help you,” I said, walking up to him and crouching to untie his shoes; before I could do that, however, he yanked his foot away.

“I can do it myself.” His voice was low, almost a growl.

“Listen,” I said, standing and folding my arms again as I looked down at Edrick and watched him struggle with his shoes. He was fumbling with his shoelaces with one hand and was still holding the glass of whiskey in his other, and was somehow getting away with not spilling any of the whiskey on himself or my chair. “I’m sorry that I lied earlier, and I know it wasn’t right of me to worry Ella or anyone else for the sake of going to Ethan’s exhibition. But you have to understand that I only feel obligated to lie because of how much you overreact whenever you see Ethan. Your relationship with him is concerning to say the least.”