Chapter 286
His Nanny Mate
Chapter 286 Lone Wolf
Ella
The streets had settled into that dusky, purplish hue that heralded the onset of evening when I
recognized the low purr of an engine behind me. The sleek black car pulled up to the curb, and from it
emerged Logan, his tall frame poised with that unmistakable confident swagger. âYouâve gotta be
kidding me,â I whispered to myself, whipping around and picking up my pace.
âElla!â Logan called, followed by the sound of his footsteps pounding on the pavement as he jogged
after me. Without so much as giving him a glance, I quickened my steps, hoping to put distance.
between us.
But, with each step I took, I heard the rhythmic footfalls of Loganâs shoes against the pavement
growing louder. He jogged after me, his long-legged strides easily bridging the gap I had worked so
hard to put between us.
âDid you get my flowers?â he asked. I had to resist the urge to growl. âYes,â I replied, not looking at him,
âand I threw them away.â âThrew them away? I thought you would like them, or are you not a âroseâ
girl?â
âIâm not a âtaking bribes from my client to feel better about his shady dealings kind of girl.â1 hissed.
Logan stopped for a moment, but I kept going. I heard him chuckling behind me, followed by the sound
of him jogging after me again. âWhat, are you playing hard to get, Ella?â Logan called out playfully,
maneuvering in front of me with at smirk.
I stopped abruptly, facing him with a fiery glare. âHard to get? Logan, Iâve never been âeasyâ to get, and
you?â I scoffed. âYouâll never âgetâ me, especially if youâre just a double-dealing criminal.â He chuckled,
though there was a hint of exasperation in his eyes. âYou always have a way with words.â
I rolled my eyes and attempted to walk past him, but he shifted, walking alongside me. His tall form
towered over me, his scent assaulting my senses like a half-enticing, half-sickening love potion that
took all of my energy to resist.
âGo away, Logan,â I growled, ignoring my wolfâs urges to be closer to him. âCome on, donât be like this,â
he implored. âIâm sorry about earlier, okay? It had to be done.â
His voice, that velvety tone that once was endearing, was now grating on my nerves. âSo, youâre trying
to make up for it by taking me out? Thatâs your grand plan?â
Logan, looking a bit put off, shook his head. âIâm not trying to do anything shady here, Ella,â he said. âI
just want to talk a bit. And yeah, maybe I do want to make it up to you, at least a little. My bar-itâs cozy,
low-key. Great drinks. Really, itâs perfect for you.â
A strange cocktail of emotions swirled within me. There was anger, of course, but also curiosity and an
inexplicable pull towards him. I hated to admit it, but for a split second, I almost considered it.
But the moment passed, and I set my jaw hard with conviction. âNo. Weâre working together, thatâs it.
Nothing more.â
He ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. âElla, we completed our first case together. I thought,
you know, maybe we could celebrate that.â
âCelebrate?â I echoed. âLogan, thereâs nothing to celebrate. You might have conveniently forgotten, but
you broke your word. Not much of a cause for champagne, donât you think? Besides, you handled the
whole case without me today.â
Logan cocked his head to the side. âWhat do you mean?â
I huffed angrily, appalled by his stupidity. âWhat do you mean? If I hadnât practically forced you to talk to
me earlier, you would have taken the Ideal in an instant. What was I even there for? To look pretty while
you handle everything? Iâm not that type of woman, Logan.â
At my words, Loganâs face blanched. âI didnât mean to make you feel that way.â He sighed, looking both
defeated and hopeful at the same time. âLook, Iâm sorry. Letâs just have a fresh start tonight. You, me, a
drink.â
In the recesses of my mind, I pondered over the stark change in Loganâs demeanor. Just last night, his
fury over a mere question about his mother had been palpable. Yet now, he seemed almost desperate
for my company.
The inconsistency troubled me, though I chose to hold my tongue on the subject for the time being
Finally, I softened a touch. âLogan, weâre colleagues. And for the remainder of our arrangement, thatâs
where I want to draw the line. I canât mix business with whatever this is.â
The two of us paused, standing face-to-face in the middle of the sidewalk. The distant hum of the city
surrounded us. As I turned to leave, Loganâs voice, more earnest than ever, rang out.
âJust one drink?â he pleaded.
âJust screw off, Logan!â I snapped without turning to face him.
Yet, he trailed behind, ever persistent. âCanât you at least let me explain?â he asked, still walking behind
me. âCome on. Iâll buy you a drink, even dinner if you want. And we can talk.â
âNo.â I frowned deeply, knitting my brows together. âLeave me alone, Logan.â
Behind me, I heard Logan stop along with a heavy sigh escaping his lips. âWhy do you hate me so
much?â he asked.
Stopping, I whirled on him. âYou were not only immature today but blatantly stupid! If you want to
continue dipping your toes in illegal dealings, you shouldnât have paraded around claiming otherwise.â
âItâs not my illegal business. Itâs my tenantâs,â he defended. âDonât play games with me, Logan. All of
that could easily be pinned on you. Why would you willingly tangle yourself with someone like that? You
had every power to sever ties with that tenant.â
Logan exhaled heavily, raking his fingers. through his hair. âElla, itâs not as simple as your make it out
to be. This isnât about one guy, one tenant. Thereâs a web, a hierarchy. This tenant might be small, but
heâs linked to bigger sharks. If I cut him off, Iâd antagonize people who can make life very unpleasant
for me.â
âSo what?!â My voice rose, echoing off the surrounding buildings. âYou just turn the other cheek,
become a puppet?â
âItâs about keeping the peace, Ella,â he murmured, almost pleadingly. I laughed bitterly. âYou mean
being a coward.â
Loganâs jaw tightened. âWas I a coward when I jumped in front of that falling billboard for you?â He lifted
his shirt sleeve slightly, exposing the still raw, healing scar, marked with stitches. âThis hasnât healed,
Ella.â
I took a step closer, anger flaring in me. âThank you for that, truly. But one heroic act doesnât make up
for a pattern of cowardice. Your bravery then doesnât grant you a free pass to bow to every thug with a
threat.â
His eyes widened, a mixture of hurt and disbelief. âYou think I enjoy this? Living in this limbo? Itâs not
just about me. There are other people involved, people I care about.â
âAnd what about me, Logan?â My voice trembled with emotion. âWhere do I fit in this grand scheme of
yours? Or am I still just a trophy to you, a way to one-up your brute of a brother?â
For a moment, he was silent, gazing at me with those deep, conflicted eyes. âElla, I-â
âSave it.â With a final, scathing look, I turned on my heel, leaving him standing there, a lone figure
against the backdrop of the dimming city.