Chapter 14

Paul Pov

"Uncle Paul... eughh...."

"Om... hhh...."

Maybe because I was too excited to explore Grace's body, I didn't realize that the woman kept calling me amidst her soft sighs.

"Uncle Paul?" And finally the woman made me realize by slightly pushing my body.

"What is it, honey?" I asked in a hoarse voice. My breath is also gasping because of our hot activity. I looked at Grace who was messed up with her shirt button partially unbuttoned so I could see the color of the underwear she was wearing.

Black.

"What are you doing Uncle?" she asked.

I frowned in understanding. "What do you mean?"

"You brought me here to do this?" There is no answer, just a question. Even so, seeing the look on Grace's face that looked like she was scared, I understood what was in that woman's mind.

"Grace, listen... that's not what I meant. I just---"

"Just what?" Grace quickly interrupted my words that were already incoherent. Exactly I don't know what to explain because that woman has already misunderstood.

The passion that was already at the top of the head instantly dimmed seeing Grace's teary eyes.

Oh no! Does she think I intend to harass her? If it's done when both parties want it isn't harassment?

"At first I thought Uncle would help me but it turned out to be like this... sob."

Wait!

Grace is crying?

"Grace---"

"You just the same as the perverted fat man earlier!" screamed Grace covering her body by bringing her shirt together while hugging her own body.

"Grace! It's not like that! I didn't mean it like that at all," I said trying to defend myself.

"Then what did Uncle do earlier? If it's true that Uncle didn't mean it like that Uncle would not kiss and fondle me," Grace said with tears already flooding her blushing cheeks.

Good grief! why even be like this?

I groaned in frustration with the feeling of guilt running through my body.

However I explain what I did earlier will definitely be misunderstood. Because basically I did imagine that tonight me and Grace would have a hot night. After all I thought that Grace would like her like that day.

Turns out my guess was right. At that time Grace agreed because she was enveloped in passion. But now the situation is different.

But there is still one thing stuck in my mind. I looked at Grace who was hiccuping in a position still embracing her body. The distance is also getting further away as if the woman is so afraid if I touch her again.

"Then what did you mean earlier? Didn't you also agree not to forget what happened that day?"

I'm a coward trying to find self-defense.

"No!" Grace answered quickly. "I want to say that I can't forget it but that doesn't mean I still want to do it. I haven't had the chance to say that yet but Uncle has already kissed me."

Hearing Grace's explanation, my body felt weak and boneless. So I misunderstood here. I closed my eyes contemplating my stupidity.

You're such an asshole Paul!

I opened my eyes staring at Grace's nanar, who was still sobbing. she sat down on one of the chairs at the kitchen table. grace seems to be neutralizing her feelings. she must have been really shocked. And I'm thankful that he didn't hit me with a bottle like that guy in the club.

I took a seat beside Grace. I saw hastily buttoned her shirt which had been opened by me.

" I'm sorry, Grace. I really lost control earlier," I said, taking all the regret in my heart.

The woman did not heed what I said nor raised her head to look at me. I understand now that Grace

hates me.

"Maybe it's better now I to take you home," I said getting up from the chair. I don't want something like that to happen again, I should just take Grace home.

Grace looked up and stood up too. We were facing each other now but Grace still didn't want to make a sound. I chose to turn around intending to leave it in order to calm down. Not only Grace, I also needed some time to calm down before dropping her off at

home.

"Uncle Paul!" call Grace. I was so happy because Grace called me and immediately turned around.

Plaque!!!

One slap landed perfectly on my left cheek. Actions that also finally made me wake up from a long dream filled with drama.

"Gosh! Why did I dream like that?" I muttered pulling my wet hair.

Earlier when I wanted to clean myself I decided to take a bath for a while. Little did I know I fell asleep and had a strange dream. I laughed so much myself. Laughing at myself. I don't know whether to be happy or sad because all that happened was just a dream.

The water that was warm was cold. i don't know how long i was asleep. I got out of the bathtub, dried my body and hair and headed to the kitchen. Everything is like a de javu. I wear the same clothes. The activities I did were the same, the only difference was that Grace didn't come with her oversized shirt.

I turned towards the second floor where Grace was. I decided to see the woman. I knocked on her closed door several times but there was no answer. Slowly I opened the door which was not locked.

I smiled warmly as I leaned my body against the door frame. Turns out Grace was asleep. Only her head can be seen from here because her body has completely sunk under the thick blanket.

Taking a deep breath I chuckled to myself. Even the woman I dreamed of was sleeping soundly, so why did I even think she would come in her sexy clothes to seduce me? It just crossed Grace's mind that maybe there wasn't anything at all to do that.

It sucks.

My mind seems to have been completely messed up by Grace. And the best way to stop all this madness is for me to stay away from Grace. Carry out what I

have said to forget everything. Because even that woman seems to have done what I asked. I just hope that fate will no longer play tricks on us. It's really

torturous.

"Fine. Just stay for the night Paul. Then you take her home and forget about everything," I muttered to myself. in fact I thought maybe I should be out of

town for a few days or even a few weeks so I wouldn't see Grace again.

I don't want to be a jerk who will force my will on a woman. grace has a better future than just being an old man's lover.

Yes. I'm also aware of my age. Grace is more appropriate to be my daughter-in-law. Ah, I should talk about this with Al. they have been friends for a

very long time, it's impossible if one of them doesn't like each other.

Maybe this is for the best. I smirked before closing the door. But like fate did not want to make me calm.

Delirium from Grace instantly made my body and mind rage again.

"Uncle Paul..."

Oh Lord! Grace dreamed of me?

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