All Chapters of In Bed With My Step-uncle : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

111 ROSE'S POV Why is she crying now? The damn victim expert. "Please leave!" I snap with tears in my eyes. "Stay at the institution. You need help Mom and that's what we're helping you with.' Ryan steps out and return with the guard who turns to me and asks. "Is she bothering you?" I nod, and rest my aching head on Ryan's shoulders. "Ma'am?" The guard calls out to her and she finally behaves herself and leave. The event is slowing reaching it's end with the elderly and kids already leaving. I can stay in here until it's time for the after party. He holds me against his chest until my breathing has calmed and my body stopped shaking. "You want to go back in there?" He asks against my hair. I nod and step out of his arms. My tears are dried up but I can still tell how red my eyes must be . I wait for him by the door. "You go ahead, I want to get a drink." I return back to the hall, all set and giving the vibes of ab after party. Not much was modified actually, the or

MONIQUE'S POVI knot the muffler around my neck properly, put on my four-inch heels strapped around the ankle, run my hands over the white blazer gown I have on, fix a pin to hold my hair back, and blow a kiss at my reflection as I step out of my apartment.It's Monday morning. It's New Year's Day, and I'm so excited to go to the office.The receptionist at the front desk is the first person I see when I get there. "Happy new year." I greet and rush to take the lift.Her reply is low, unlike her usual energized self, but I ignore it. Maybe she was too tired or hungover from New Year's Eve.But when I step into the elevator and make it to my floor. The hall is weirdly empty. I check the time on my watch and call to Vicky, my coworker in the next office. "Did everyone just oversleep, or is there something I'm missing?"I walk over and peep in through her window; she's packing. What's going on?I return to my office, about to open the door, when a call from our director stops me. "Moniqu

MONIQUE'S POVHe notices my clenched fist and he smirks, muttering something to himself as he takes his seat behind the desk. He doesn't bother to pull down his sleeves or button up properly; no attempt at being professional. He looks at me, all smug and arrogant. He's not happy I'm here either. "Sit," he says. No, he orders.I scoff. "Why should I sit?"He exhales like I'm already stepping on his nerves. "Monique, this isn't a bar where you storm in and warn me to stay off your friend. This is my enterprise, and you're under me. So if I say sit, you sit without even blinking."I laugh, like really laugh. I like how stupid I make him look. I press my fingers on the polished surface and lean in. "I'll never be under you. If anything, I'll always be on top of you."He narrows his eyes at me, then relaxes into the chair and stares at me with amusement. "You want to be on top of me?""What? Ew... no. I meant on top of you at work... and every other thing." Every other thing? Seriously, Mo

MONIQUE'S POV I sluggishly drag myself back to the board office, where Jane is waiting for me by the door. "I groan. Thanks for the heads-up. I got the trial creative director role. Yey!" I say sarcastically, throwing my hands up in the air."Umm... congrats. I understand you were looking forward to ab actual job, not a trial run. But... about that, you actually got a trial job for the position of office services coordinator, not creative director.""What?" I raise my voice and turn around, moving back in the direction of Desmond's office.She grabs my arms. "Wait."I stop. "That’s… ten levels below creative director," I sigh. "You can’t be serious.""I know." She says in that soft voice that makes me feel like everything is going to be okay. "But the boss is very particular about who succeeds him as creative director. He insists every external hire starts from the ground up. The CEO is paranoid after a couple of bad hires.""My qualifications and experience speak for me; even my fir

MONIQUE'S POV I sit for a while, trying to study a few more stuffs in magazine ads but when it seems like I'm forgetting more than I'm supposed to be remembering I call it a day. I hurriedly back my bags and head home being among the last people to leave. I take the bus home,I use my last strength to climb up the stairs and fall on my bed. I wake the morning, hungry and still in my clothes from last night. I groan and head to the kitchen, taking myself to make a special treat. It's still early in the morning. I hum to myself and steam water. I had drained the battery of my phone last night but didn't remember to charge it. I help myself to that and glance at the time on the process. "Fucking goodness!" I scream. It's past nine. And the office opens by eight. I hold my phone in my one hand and my plate in the other. I move towards my bedroom and back to the living room. Don't panic. Don't panic. "Ahhh." I scream once again, dumping everything in my hands on the couch and rushing i