FIANCÉE

Aiden’s POV

"Damn," I muttered under my breath as I let the warm water flow over me. What was I even thinking. I was scolding myself, questioning what had almost happened. How could I have let it get to that point? The way Lara's soft lips felt against my fingers lingered in my mind, refusing to leave. I couldn’t help but wondered how would her lips feel on mine.

"Damn, what the fuck are you thinking Aiden. She was my niece and I had to remember that. Now, how would I face her? what would she think of me?

I took a deep breath and finally stepped out of the bathroom, with towel wrapped around my waist.

Lara's POV

I cursed softly under my breath, trying to contain my thoughts. My uncle, standing in front of me, his hair wet, his abs perfectly defined... He looked so good, and I found myself staring. I bit my lips to suppress the unholy thoughts swirling in my mind, I could feel my pussy leaking. I wanted him to touch me, I wanted him to do something really bad and unholy to my leaking pussy.

I snapped back to reality when I heard my uncle call my name. By then, he was fully dressed.

Wait, did he strip naked in front of me? I wondered. I must have been too distracted to notice.

He offered to show me to my room, but I gave him my best puppy-dog eyes and said, "I'll stay in your room tonight, and that's final."

Softening my voice, I added, " Don’t you miss me, Uncle Aiden?" I wanted to play on his emotions, to get him to let me stay.

He signed. "I just want you to have a good rest, Princess. But if you want to sleep here, I have no problem with that."

As soon as he agreed, I jumped on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. "You’re the best, Uncle Aiden!" He caught me, holding me steady. "Careful, sweetheart," he said, his voice warm.

He carried me straight to the bathroom and set me down gently. "Now go take a bath," he told me.

When I was done, I stepped out to find him already lying on the bed. I quickly got dressed and climbed onto the bed with him. Snuggling close, I tucked myself into his embrace, feeling his warmth envelope me. It felt perfect, like it always should.

The next morning, I woke up, stretching lazily. After freshening up, I went to the kitchen and found my uncle busy with breakfast. "Why aren’t you at work?" I asked, curious.

He looked at me and smiled. "I'm not going in today. I want to be here with you to make sure you rest well."

This was what I always wanted, his concern, his care, and his worry. I couldn’t help but smile.

The doorbell suddenly rang, which brought me back to reality. "Baby, can you get that for me, please?"

I nodded and went to open the door. Standing there was a young woman, beautiful and elegant. Her eyes scanned me with clear disgust, and her frown deepened. "Who are you?" I asked, confused.

Instead of answering, she said, "That's my question to ask, and not yours." Without waiting for an invitation, she barged in, clearly looking for someone.

I followed her as she made her way to the living room. When my uncle saw her, he immediately walked over. She reached out to him, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I miss you, my love. Why haven’t you called? Don't you care about me?" She asked, her fingers lightly touching his arm.

My uncle's expression softened, and he tried to explain, his tone gentle. "Elena, it's not what you think. I've just been busy."

"Busy?" She said, raising her eyebrow. "Too busy to even call me?" Her tone accusing but still gentle.

I stood there, feeling like I was air, unnoticed by any of them. Was this how it had always been? The way she touched him, the way he responded, the way she spoke to him, the familiarity - It hurt. It hurt as fuck.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. "Excuse me," I spoke up, my voice almost trembling with anger. How could he possibly allow some other woman touch him in that way. "Is this a family reunion I wasn’t aware of?"

She finally turned to me. She looked me up and down, her expression changing to one of disgust."And who's this?" She asked, her voice sharper.

Aiden cleared his throat, stepping slightly away from her touch. "Lara, this is Elena," he began. "And Elena, this is Lara, my niece." He glanced at me, his eyes briefly meeting mine.

Elena glanced at me, a pleasing smile spread across her lips. "His Fiancée." She added proudly.

My heart skipped a beat. "Fiancée?" Uncle Aiden was engaged? I couldn’t believe it. Anger and pain twisted inside me. How could this be happening? How could he do this to me?