All Chapters of In Bed With My Step-uncle : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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

053 MONIQUE'S POV I wrap the jacket tightly around my frame as I unlock my door and step into the living room. I yawn slam the door angrily as I walk straight to my bedroom. I don't know why I'm mad. Desmond and I are nothing, absolutely nothing. Why do I get mad when he reminds me the truth? I was the one who accepted to just having fun I shouldn't ruin it now. I take off his jacket and toss it on the chair—his jacket? Oh shit, I pick it up with an audible sigh. I forgot to return Desmond's jacket. Just when I thought I could avoid him all through tomorrow and the next, now I have a reason to go look for him. It's been just one week at DS Groups, I wonder if I can cope for longer. I fold the jacket to drop on the nearest chair and a photo slips out the pocket. I pick it up and my eyes go wide, and my body skips. I stare at the photo of Rose in my hands. So, Desmond still carries her around? He's still into her? And I'm here having dirty thoughts about him? I rub my eyes and car

055. MONIQUE'S POV Desmond doesn't even wait a second. He's kissing me with so much vigour, kissing everything inside of me. His hands are on my face, in my body, under my dress. He gently push me against the wall, kissing and smoothing my body. I put my hands everywhere trying to hold onto him and keep my balance. My thighs are on fire. I'm leaning against the wall, and he's hovering I hope I'm not under him? Oh forget it! He probably doesn't remember either. I increase my kissing pace, literally pushing us off balance and pressing his back to the door as I moan deeper into his lips. His weight slightly pushes the door open and the voice calls from outside. Shit! We freeze, our hands hanging midair, tongue lost in each other lips and eyes wide open. I try to shift backwards into the room, but my elbow hits a metal object and it falls nosily to the ground. "Is anyone in there?" The voice calls again. Desmond holds my waist tightly, and places his finger on my lips signalling

057. MONIQUE'S POV He throws object over with a loud scream, scattering everything into piles of rubbles. He just goes on entertaining me by throwing tandrums until he's tired and stops. He fist his hands and stares at me, breathing heavily. I glance around, wondering why a waiter or someone has not come in despite all the noise. "Okay." Be calm. Relax. I tell myself and slowly rise to my feet. "Uhm...we should probably head back to the office now." I nod with an awkward smile."That's exactly what I've been saying." He says in a strained voice, before turning to leave."Okay." I move out with him, but pause for a second to glance at the mess. "Shouldn't we probably clean... who's going to clean this?"Desmond turns and glares at me."Oh, Sorry." I turn back and follow him. Why the hell am I fumbling? We both walk out of the VIP booth together. The waiter in charge of clearing our table walks up to us. Desmond passes a tip—a wad of cash. How can someone walk around with that much bu