All Chapters of In Bed With My Step-uncle : Chapter 161 - Chapter 165

49. MONIQUE'S POV I stare at the screen of my phone, quickly regretting the message I just sent. I toss the phone aside and sigh, glancing at the load of work before me. I yawn, I doubt I can still get any work done, I should go home now. I stare at the door where Desmond just walked out through and not long ago Clark was in here too. Damn, I hope he keeps his big mouth shut. It was hard enough trying to get people to debunk the false rumors. How much now that it's real. I had still hear a few faint movements outside the hall, meaning Desmond and Clark hasn't left here. I don't think I can face either of them. So, I simply sit back behind my desk and carefully arrange each book. By the time, I'm halfway through the task, my phone beeps with an incoming call. My eyes flicker to the phone. It's Rose. Damn, why did she have to see the message so fast? I take deep breaths and rehearse what I'm going to say, but then it's stupid. So, I just answer the call. "Hey Rose, how is your healt

051. DESMOND'S POV Can a business related emergency make her leave her house by this time to meet me at the park? I sigh. Fuck it, there's only one way to find out. I call the first time. It rings but goes unanswered. I try again, and on the third ring she picks. "Are you home?"Her voice is low and drowsy when she answers the call. "Huh... who's this""Desmond Smith. Your boss." I tune my voice to sound as authoritative as possible."Holy crap." Her voice comes alive immediately, like she's finally woken from sleep."There's been some issues with Moore's payment." The line rolls out perfectly. I have no idea why I'm doing this."Shit!""Can you meet me at the park in 20.""It's night." She whines in protests."It's a work emergency." I counter."Expect me in 20." She says, mumbling something inaudibly before hanging up."I sit in the park alone for the next twenty minutes, staring at the skies and thinking of all the impossible decisions I've made. This one tops it I know how mad Mo

46. DESMOND'S POV She's blushing really hard. "Don't get too ahead if yourself. I still hate you." She whispers. "You say you hate me, but I don’t believe you." I tease. She snarls attempting to push herself from me, but then I press my body against hers and whispers, "you just proved you want me." "I hate everything in you Desmond Smith." She jabs get fingers in my chest. "You embody everything that's wrong with your gender." She stares at my lips and scream. "I hate you!" She's lucky the boardroom is soundproof, but I still catch a few employees who're standing outside by the glass window glancing at it. They can't see us though, but it still feels weird, like we're being watched. She bits her lips, trying to hide her smile. "Do you think they know what we're doing in here?" I can't help it, so I let the smirk out. "Depends on what version of you they believe. The one who hates me or the one who dreams about me." She leans in, our bodies still pressed together, eyes on my l