All Chapters of In Bed With My Step-uncle : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

NaomiI stared at my phone screen, the name "Dawson" flashing across it. My heart thudded loudly in my chest, and for a second, I wondered if I should just let it ring out. Maybe I should ignore it, once and for all. After all, I had made my choice.But then again, maybe I should just hear what he has to say. Inhaling a breath, I swiped the answer button. "Hello?"The voice on the other end was shaky. "Naomi, please, listen to me." It was Dawson, and this time, his voice was completely different, he sounded broken. "I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said. I’ve made mistakes, terrible mistakes, but I want to fix this. I need you, Naomi. I can’t lose you."I clenched my fists, as I held back the tears threatening to fall. I had no idea why I was suddenly feeling so emotional. Maybe it was because of Dawson apology, the words were all too familiar by now, especially as I had heard them numerous times, but each time, they meant less and less."You’ve lost me, Dawson," I said, my voi

Naomi I couldn’t believe it. What the hell was he even doing here? My hands shook as I tried to compose myself, but every instinct in me screamed to hide, to run, to avoid this confrontation.Micah, however, didn’t move, he didn’t seem scared at all. If anything, his expression was calm, almost protective. He looked at me, his eyes full of concern, but also something else... something that made me feel like maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t alone in this."Stay here," Micah said, his voice low but firm. "I’ll handle this."I didn't say anything, I simply nodded, my heart beating out of my chest as I stared down at myself to check if I was naked. But sadly, I wasn't. I was fully clothed, which meant all of this was actually happening. Dawson had no idea what was coming for him.I watched as Micah walked to the door and pulled it open, guilt forming in my chest. I caught sight of Dawson standing by the doorway, looking as confident as ever."I’m here to talk," Dawson said, his eyes flicking

NaomiThe door slammed shut behind Micah’s mom, leaving me standing there in total silence. I felt like everything I knew was falling apart. How could she do that to him? How could she just plan his life without even asking him?Micah didn’t say anything right away. His face was tight, his jaw clenched. I could tell he was angry, but he wasn’t showing it. He just stared at the door where his mom had left."I’m sorry about her," Micah said, his voice low. "She doesn’t know what she’s doing."I shook my head, feeling lost. "What does she mean by someone else? Who is she talking about?"Micah sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He was clearly frustrated, but there was nothing he could do about it now. His mom had already made up her mind."She’s talking about a woman she wants me to marry, someone she thinks is ‘perfect’ for me." He rolled his eyes. "But I don’t want to marry anyone she picks. I’ve made my own choices, and those don’t include her."I stood there, feeling more confu

NaomiThe air in the room suddenly seemed to decrease, after Micah said those words. "There’s something I need to tell you, Naomi."My heart raced, and for a second, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. His mother was standing behind him, her arms crossed, staring at me with that cold, judgmental look she always had. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be good."Micah, what’s going on?" I asked, my voice shaking a little. I was still weak from being sick, and the last thing I needed was more stress.He looked at his mom, and then back at me. His face was hard to read, but there was something in his eyes... something that made me feel like maybe I wasn’t ready for whatever he was about to say.His mom spoke first, her voice filled with disapproval. "Micah, I’ve been telling you for days that this was a mistake, but you never listen."I swallowed, trying to calm myself down. I didn’t want to fight, not right now, especially with my head still poundi

NaomiMy hands were shaking terribly as I stared at the screen, but I didn’t want Micah to see. I wasn’t ready to deal with Dawson right now, not after everything that had happened.Micah was watching me closely, his face full of concern. "Naomi," he said, his voice soft, "you don’t have to answer him."I felt my heart racing, I didn’t know what to do. Dawson’s call was pulling me in, but so was Micah’s voice. I couldn’t keep running away from things, but at the same time, I didn’t want to get pulled back into Dawson’s mess.I took a deep breath and pressed the decline button, silencing the phone. Micah watched me, but he didn’t say anything, and that only made my heart race louder."Are you okay?" Micah asked after a few seconds of silence. His voice was gentle, but I could tell he was worried.I nodded slowly, not sure if I was okay. "Yeah, I just... I don’t know what he wants. I don’t know if I can keep ignoring him."Micah stepped closer, his eyes softening. "You don’t have to do