Chapter 9

Grace POV

My heart almost stopped when I heard Al's voice calling me from behind. Luckily I followed Uncle Paul's advice to immediately fix my messy appearance. At least I'm safe for now.

Wait!

What?

Now?

Like this will happen again in the future. Even though I don't deny that if I wanted something like that it could still happen.

Wake up, Grace! You're just lucky. I'm sure Uncle Paul won't want to touch me more than that. Even though if we were at the right time and place, I would love to feel proof of Uncle Paul's passion in my body.

Oh, damn it! Just thinking about it makes me excited again. Even though Uncle Paul just satisfied me. But, hey! indeed reaching the top once can make me satisfied. The answer is no.

"You want to go home now?" asked Al after looking at the clock that circled in his hand.

"Yeah... I think so," I replied nodding slowly.

"But, I can not accompany you," he said pinching the bridge of the nose. "I think I drank too much," he continued.

"Then how do I get home?" I asked confused. Besides, it's late at night, it's very difficult to get a vehicle.

"You stay the night. How?" Al suggested later. Actually I could have stayed the night but tomorrow I have to go in early and also have to change my clothes so I can't immediately say yes to Al's suggestion.

"What if Om drives you, Grace?"

I don't know since when Uncle Paul was there. Standing on the door frame looking at me and Al. moreover he was neat with his shirt and trousers. In such home clothes he looked nothing like a 48-year-old man. Uncle Paul even looks more like a 30 year old man in my eyes.

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea" Al said then looked at me. "What do you think, Grace?" he asked me later.

"If it's not troublesome," I replied smiling sweetly.

"All right. Come on!"

Me and Uncle Paul are now in the car. I glanced at him. even though Uncle Paul only added a jacket in his appearance but that made him even more enchanting.

Oh Lord! Actually what happened to me. Remember Grace! He is the father of your friend. I screamed in my heart when my mind was now full of all the charms of the man who was driving with one hand.

"Grace?" Uncle Paul's deep voice calling me made me jump.

"Yes uncle?" I replied a bit clumsy.

The man showed signs of doubt by stroking his own neck. took a deep breath before speaking up. "I'am sorry for what happened earlier," said Uncle Paul.

My smile faded. My forehead formed many confused lines.

"I didn't mean to treat you like that. Really, Grace! I feels very ashamed and guilty about what Uncle has done."

From the tone of his voice, I could already feel what Uncle Paul said was really sincere from the bottom of his heart. To be honest, it's like I'm getting rejected without having the chance to tell her how I feel. I chuckled a little. sad about myself. I have mixed feelings. Angry, disappointed and embarrassed. I was expecting too much but it ended sadly.

I closed my eyes for a moment took a deep breath to control my emotions. "I also want to apologize, Uncle," I whispered, hiding my face by looking down. I'm really very embarrassed. Remembering a few moments ago the man was fondling me hotly. Then now he seemed so sorry for touching me.

Until I felt a big hand touch my head. gently ruffle my hair until it's a little messy. I looked up, turned to him. Uncle Paul smiled gently.

"You don't need to feel guilty like that. Let's just say what we did never happened. Don't make it a burden on your mind," said Uncle Paul.

Uncle Paul and I are very different. Not only in terms of age but also mindset and attitude. He can face everything calmly and just forget about it. while I, if I didn't remember I was with him I might have gone berserk and I also couldn't just forget what happened just now.

"Yes, Uncle." But in the end I had to agree. yes, pretend everything never happened and still think of Uncle Paul as a father of my best friend.

There was no more talk after that. We were so lost in each other's thoughts. I will only open my voice when telling which direction the man must go through to get to my house.

Unlucky! Why are we even more awkward? I should have been able to joke or discuss anything, like when we first met but it felt like my tongue was stiff to start a conversation. Uncle Paul himself chose to stay silent and focus on driving.

I took a deep breath. I don't think our relationship will be like it used to be after this. It's like there's a wall between them. Keep the incident that you really want but don't let it happen again.

Unknowingly Uncle Paul's car had arrived at my modest rental house. I thought Uncle Paul would immediately say goodbye, it turns out that the man came down to see where I live.

"You live here?" Uncle Paul asked without taking his eyes off my rental house.

"Yes." I gave such a short answer.

"You don't live with your parents anymore?" this time Uncle Paul asked while looking at me.

I shook my head slightly. "It's been a long time since I lived with them. Did Al ever tell Uncle?" I asked.

"No," said Uncle Paul. I just nodded with a laugh.

"Want to stop by first, uncle?" I asked reflex. maybe my rented house is not as big as his house but for comfort, that simple place is also quite comfortable.

"Maybe later," said Uncle Paul. "Then Uncle goodbye!"

he continued then got into the car after I nodded. I rushed into the house after seeing Uncle Paul's car disappear at the corner of the road.

I took off all my clothes then walked to the bathroom.

My body feels so sticky and hot. It doesn't matter if it's almost midnight. I closed my eyes enjoying every splash of warm water began to spread from the top of my head to the tips of my feet. My hands never stop giving soft touches all over my body.

"You take it easy, honey."

Instantly I widened my eyes when the image of Uncle Paul crossed. his deep voice still ringing in my ears. Actually what happened to me?

Just because of a touch I seemed crazy by his figure. Even though Uncle Paul himself had emphasized that I had to forget everything. What happened earlier was just a small accident that was difficult to avoid. then why when I try to forget it the memory actually attacks me strongly.

Unfortunately, every time I think about Uncle Paul, the center of my body will definitely throb strongly wanting to be released.

"Hah...." My breath sounded so heavy. I stopped my

shower and went to my room. Changed clothes and dried my hair until it was half dry. After that I lay on the bed. Maybe just by sleeping I can get rid of Uncle Paul in my mind.

Come on, Grace! Forget everything!

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