All Chapters of In Bed With My Step-uncle : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

DESMOND'S POV After emptying my bladder, I return to the boardroom, but the pest I told to sit quietly and wait for me isn't sitting. I was gone for a few minutes, and she already got the entire board on her side? Monique is standing in the center of the room, throwing her hands about in the air, pointing to images on the projector, and she looks like she knows exactly what she's saying. I'm not the only one that thinks so because when I glance at the men and women sitting around the desk, they nod with their eyes glued to her. These are people not just old in age but well experienced in the business of marketing and creative advertising. "And that's how you run a magazine ad." She ends her speech with a pen flip. And my board members join their hands together in applause, some rising to their feet. They've been restless for months, whispering about finding new blood. I didn't think they'd quickly support her. I have no idea what she's said, but I feel bad for trying to

MONIQUE'S POVHis lips glide over my lips, so soft and sweet. I don't even think. I just react, parting my lips and letting out tongues thrust into each other's throats. He grabs my hair roughly with one hand while the other digs into my hips. I tug his tie, pulling him closer until our bodies are pressed together. I run my hands over his hard, toned muscles. His expensive cologne and mint breath are the only things my brain can make out now. The kiss isn't sweet or like those fairy tales you read in books. It's aggressive, rough, and it just feels right. He presses me against the hood of his car, but I struggle out, turning him over instead with our mouths still joined together. It seems we both still want to prove a point of dominance, with no one willing to be under the other. My knees buckle, and I grab his shirt, yanking it off with buttons falling everywhere. His hands go under my dress. We're like a fast-moving train that can't be stopped. Then suddenly, we stop; his grip ti

14. DESMOND'S POV It doesn't take long for Monique to stride into my office in that dress and heels. She steps in, and hold the door knob, looking between us unsure if to close it or leave it open. "You don't trust yourself alone in a room with me?" I tease. That one gets her, because she slams the door nosily and walk straight to my desk. She folds her arms across her chest and throws a leg out like she's posing for a model shoot. She doesn't sit. I don't offer her a sit. "I need the complete result of the task you were to work on yesterday." "You said it should be ready on Monday not before." "And what did I also say about clients calling in last minute because Moore Stone just did, and we're flying to newyork this weekend to sell his new clothing brand to the world." She clasp her hands together, jumps, parts her lips and she's about to shriek but she catch the mocking sneer on my face and compose herself. "That's great." She says baldly. "Wait,but about the samples..." "H

It's DS not RS 16. MONIQUE'S POV I'm so damn tired. The first thing I do when I reach my house is fall face first on my bed. It's too late so I know my plans to go clubbing are scrap out. Instead I dial Rose's number and when she asks about work, I lie to her again, not lie I omit. Because seriously there's nothing to tell. We chat for a little with me dozing off, and on. I tell her about my trip to newyork and as expected she's even more happier than me. But when she says she's in newyork too and would like to come around to support me this weekend, the sleep automatically clears from my eyes and I sit up. "You what now?" "I'm in New York, the extension of my art gallery we talked about, remember?" "Yeah. Congratulations. You're with Ryan or you came alone?" I'm doing everything to stop myself from panicking. "Nooo. I'm not that heavy." She laughs. "But I'm here with a few artists friends." "Uhm... Great, that's so great. So you want to come see me. We can hang some

18. MONIQUE'S POV "Okay, what just happened here?" I look at Desmond's retreating form. He's been acting distant today, but I mean that's what I wanted right? No, I didn't want us to get sexually involved but I didn't want us to stop our little fights either. He wouldn't even answer me. "Sir?" I follow him.Clark steps in front of me. "He's not in a good mood." He search through the small bag under his arm and cards a hotel card to me."Thanks." I take the card and read through it. "What about our luggages?'"You'll pick them at the hotel's reception." He turns to give others their cards.The annoying brunette from earlier on walks up to me. "It's interns like you who should embark on this ridiculous trips.""Excuse you?" She rolls her eyes. "What exactly did you sacrifice to be here? I lost my beauty sleep."I take a good look at her, model hair, model frame. She's really pretty, I can't think of an awful comeback. "It's really people like you that I'm here to supervise."She look