All Chapters of In Bed With My Step-uncle : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

69. MONIQUE'S POV I stretch on my bed for a few minutes before jumping off to the bathroom. It's been two days since I got the mysterious text, two days since I won Mia into my good boo, two days since I gave my boss whom happens to be my bestfriend's ex a blowjob in his office.The two days in between has been nothing short of excitement with the videos and pictures coming in with no follow text. I've tried to reply or figure out who's email it is but it's not working and the sad part is he's sharing my nudes to my email so I can't even show my email to someone even if they have solutions. I haven't told Desmond anything besides the mysterious sense haven't requested for anything or made threats yet. So, he doesn't need to know how worried I am, or that I've starting discussing our situation ship with a friend online and I'm this close to sharing everything with him. Afterall, the only thing he cares about is his mother's spring festival, that's the reason he informed me he'll be h

071. MONIQUE'S POV "Are you okay ma'am? Should we move?" The chauffeur asks from the driver's seat. "Yes sure." I nod and quickly block the contact so that tomorrow whenever the online dude thinks he's going to come see me to talk tomorrow, he'll not be able to trace me. I lay my head on the edge of the window and slowly doze off throughout the rest of the trip back home. Someone taps my arm and I slowly part my eyes to find the chauffeur hovering over me. I yawn and look around. Oh, were at my place already. He pushes the door further open so I can easily step out of the car. I glance at the dead screen of my phone and Desmond cross my mind. Should I check up on him? I shake my head and step out of the car. I won't call him. He was the one who fixed today to take me out. He should have cleared his schedule first. I think in the proper sense, he owes me an apology. **** The first call that gets me up from bed the next day is Desmond's. I hurriedly jump off the bed and strug

73. MONIQUE’S POV The next morning, I stir on the bed and I can smell coffee. I open my eyes,but shut them fast as sunlight shines straight into my eyes. Fuck, who opened my window? I turn my head in the opposite direction and reopen my eyes. For a moment, I forget where I am.I glance at the other side of the ridiculous antique canopy bed That's when I realize I'm still at Desmond's family home. He's side of the bed is empty, but I can remember Desmond getting on the bed with me last night. I slip into the bedroom to tidy up. I tug on a simple sweater and jeans, telling myself not to overthink it. But the second I step into the hallway, Desmond’s mom is there, radiant as ever, holding two steaming mugs. "Good morning, sweetheart," she says joyfully. She hands me a cup before I can even respond. "Sleep well?" "Uh—yes. Thank you. The bed was amazing." "Of course it was. My son may act like a grump, but he makes sure guests are comfortable." She winks, her eyes gleaming with mischie

75. MONIQUE'S POV Two days later, I wake up to the sound of laughter echoing through the walls. I sigh and block my ears with my fingers it must be one of Desmond's lousy brothers. I sit up and as usual Desmond's sneaked out of bed again. Since we arrived at his parents home, he's made it a point of call to wake early and leave the bed before I even wake up. The laughter drifts to my ears again, and that's when I recognize that voice it's Desmond. No, Desmond doesn't laugh. At least, not the genuine, belly-deep kind. I quickly toss my slippers on and slip out of the room and down the hallway. There he was in the kitchen, coffee mug in hand, actually chuckling at something a little kid was saying to him. An involuntarily smile curls my lips as I lean against the counter to watch them. Desmond looks… different...more lovable. For a brief second, a crazy thought cross my mind. I wonder what it would be like to stand in a kitchen of my own, me, Desmond and our little boy— "Moniq

Chapter 77 – Cracks in the ArmorBy the time we left his family’s estate, I thought maybe things were shifting. Desmond was softer, at least with me. He didn’t say it, but I could feel it in the way he lingered when he touched me, in the way his eyes followed me when he thought I wasn’t looking.It scared me. Because this wasn’t supposed to be real.The drive back to Chicago was quiet at first, the city lights hours away. I sat against the window, replaying everything in my head—the bonfire, the kiss in the garden, the way his mom smiled at us like she’d already planned the wedding.Desmond broke the silence. “You didn’t have to do what you did back there.”I glanced at him. “You mean standing up to your dad?”He kept his eyes on the road. “That. Marcus. All of it. You keep throwing yourself in the line of fire, and one day, you’re going to get burned.”My lips curved faintly. “Maybe. But you’re worth the risk.”His hands tightened on the wheel. “You don’t even know what you’re saying