One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle

Anna's POV I tilted my neck back, giving in to the delicious feeling of weightlessness as my body was lifted and dropped in a rhythm so fierce it almost felt violent. Amid the haze of pleasure, a sobering thought sliced through my mind: I, Anna Shaw, who once swore Jack Simpson would be my first and only man, was now tangled in the hotel with a total stranger. What shocked me even more? I fucking loved every second of it. His technique was flawless-skilled, confident. His cock thrust into me, each stroke carrying a raw power, hard and thick like he was trying to break me apart and piece me back together as someone new. My mind started to blur, but one thought stayed sharp: next time, I'd pick someone gentler to fuck me. My nails dug into his shoulders, muscles shifting under my fingertips like colliding plates. The room spun as I closed my eyes, letting myself drown in the tidal wave of pleasure I'd denied myself for too long. His dick pounded me deep and fast, my pussy clenching

Anna's POV: I was still in bed when Rachel's voice cut through my morning haze. "Ms. Shaw, your mother requests your immediate presence at home." She paused, then added with careful neutrality, "Mr. Simpson is there." My good mood evaporated instantly. "Jack?" I pushed myself up, irritation creeping into my voice. "Let me guess - he's there to dump his mess on my doorstep?" "Should I arrange the car?" "Yes." I swung my legs over the side of the bed. "And Rachel? Clear my afternoon schedule. I have a feeling this won't be quick." It makes me angry. When Jack and I were still married, he hardly ever visited my mother. Now that I'm divorced, he deigns to go to my house for his lover. The drive to my family home gave me time to compose myself. I reminded myself that no matter what Jack wanted, I wasn't his cleanup crew anymore. My mother was waiting in the foyer when I arrived, her expression a mix of hope and worry that I knew all too well. "Anna, darling—" My mother and

Anna's POV"Rachel, give him some new outfits," I added casually, glancing at Sean without much expression. "If he’s going to accompany me in public, he needs a proper formal suit. Make sure it’s tailored."I wasn’t planning to keep him around forever, but for now, he was under my roof, and I wouldn’t mistreat someone I’d brought in myself even if it had all been a mistake.Pulling a sleek black bank card from my purse, I held it out to Sean. He hesitated before accepting it with both hands."This is for your living expenses. The password is written on the back. I’ve been busy lately, so you’ll have to arrange your schedule freely. But remember one thing stay clean. No trouble. Use this time to learn how to behave in society. There’s more to life than simply following orders."Without waiting for his response, I turned on my heels and left.I had an auction to attend. A significant one, in fact. It was whispered that several rare and priceless items would be featured tonight. The kind

Jack's POVI stormed out of Rosa Villa, my blood still boiling. The steering wheel creaked under my white-knuckled grip as I navigated through evening traffic.The call from Calvin came just in time I needed a drink.The usual crowd at Murphy's Bar parted before me like the Red Sea. One look at my face and they knew to keep their distance. Calvin and Luke had already secured our regular booth, and mercifully, they'd cleared out the usual hangers-on."Rough day?" Calvin pushed a glass of whiskey toward me.I downed it in one go. "You could say that."Luke leaned forward, lowering his voice. "So... is it true? About Anna and that guy from Olympus Club?"The glass slammed onto the table harder than I intended. "You want to repeat that?""Easy," Calvin raised his hands. "We're just concerned. The whole city's talking about it.""The whole city needs to shut their damn mouths," I growled. "She's still my—" I caught myself, but not fast enough."Your what?" Luke's eyebrows shot up. "Your ex

Anna’s POVAs we stepped into the grand hall of the Murphy Estate, the buzz of conversation dulled beneath William Murphy’s booming voice.“Come, come! You must meet Marcus!”The crowd parted like a curtain, revealing a man standing tall, his gaze cutting through the air like a blade. His eyes landed on me for a single, electric moment then flicked away just as quickly, as if I were insignificant.Something about him made the room feel smaller. Marcus Murphy was striking, yes but it was more than looks. He carried himself like a man who owned every room he walked into.He couldn’t have been older than thirty-two, but the aura he exuded was heavy with experience. His tailored suit fit with the effortless precision of someone who'd worn power like a second skin for most of his life. He wasn’t like Jack. Jack had polish, but Marcus had presence.“Anna, my dear!” William’s warm tone pulled me back. He took both my hands in his, his eyes crinkling with affection.“Marcus, this is Anna Shaw