Semua Bab In Bed With My Step-uncle : Bab 21 - Bab 30

ROSE'S POV For the first time in my entire life, I wake up wet—and not from a dream I can brush off. There's slick between my thighs, a raw ache in my core that I can't ignore. I slide my fingers down and—God—its me. It's real. It's him. Last night, I was fantasizing about Ryan and I came this close to touching myself.A loud knock on my door jerks me like I've been caught red-handed."Rose, it's Micah. Can you open the door?"I glance between my thighs, heart pounding at the mess. Panic takes hold of me. I bolt to the bathroom. Cold water—fast. I can’t face anyone like this, especially Ryan. "I'm in the shower!" I call out, the water pouring on me."Desmond's downstairs." Micah shouts through the door. "He came bearing gifts.""Gifts?" I turn off the shower. "What does he want?" "He wants to take his fiancee on a date." From his mocking tone, I can already picture him cringing his nose."Who else is up?" I ask, scrubbing my body in a hurry."The whole family.""Including Ryan?" I'

ROSE'S POV I force a smile as I knock on my mentor’s office door. I’ve been feeling restless all day—ever since I woke up craving my step-uncle. It’s wrong. So wrong. I felt sick with guilt just standing in front of my students this morning, trying to lecture as if everything was normal.I knock again, then turn the doorknob and step in. "Hi, Professor.""Miss Rose," Professor Sharma beams. "How nice to see you."I spot Mr. Dawson still in the room. He offers a polite nod. "Was just leaving." Then he slips out, leaving us alone.Her office is just the sanctuary I needed—walls painted a calming sea blue, incense rising to the heavens, and books stacked on every surface. Philosophy texts, mostly. It smells like clarity and quiet thought. I exhale slowly and take a seat across from her."What's wrong?" Sharma's eyes softens. She knows me too well."I'm fine." I manage to say.She doesn’t push, just watches with that still patience of hers. I notice a few more gray strands in her hair. S

ROSE'S POVI clench my weak thighs as the final thrust hit directly at my sex. I look down—Ryan does too. Then I look up, but he's still looking down with his three fingers buried deep into the... whatever that is. I breathe hard, rubbing my sweaty palms together. "Uhm..." "Don’t say anything, darling. I can tell you feel it too." Ryan's voice is seductively low. "The way the air shifts when we’re in the same room. There’s this pull… can't you feel it?"I look away, my throat dry. "I… don’t know what you mean." I turn toward the cabinet. "Let me go get the cucumber." Lord. Ryan's ruined me. How am I ever going to look at a chicken again without getting turned on? I bend down to grab the cucumber from the lower cabinet.Ryan says something about getting two, I barely register it but when I stand up, I hit something solid like a wall—Ryan's chest, he's behind me. My skirt rides up. I reach to adjust, but something thick presses against the light fabric of my panties, very real—long a

RYAN'S POV."What?" Rose looks startled.I push Rose off the bed, she stumbles and I'm a little worried she may have hurt herself. "Get into the bathroom." I move towards the bathroom, glancing at her, she follows me. I open the door wide for her to slip in, nudging her in gently. My eyes keep darting between the bathroom and the bedroom door. I watch her lock herself in before I open the door for Helen."Why are you in my room?" I step aside as she walks in. "Corey’s downstairs," I add, not bothering to mask my indifference. I once loved Helen, deeply. But now? That love feels like it belonged to someone else in another lifetime."You look pale. Is everything okay?" What is she trying to do?"I'm tired that's all. It's been a long week managing my businesses and financing Corey's.""Sorry." She tilts her head sideways, wearing her easy look of sympathy. "But it's more than just work stress, you seem... weird lately. You’ve been off. Distant. Not like how we used to be…" I quickly

I actually surprised myself and Ryan by going out on a date with Desmond last night. I think I just wanted to piss him off. But now that the awful date has up to end and I'm back home. I could have bailed at Desmond earlier in the night but I felt bad, considering I initiated the date. What's Ryan going to do? Is he going to yell? Is he going to be even angrier? I don’t know, but I don’t care either.”I step into the dimly lit living room. It's five minutes past 12 and Ryan is nowhere to be seen, either he's asleep or too mad to wait up on me while I'm having dinner with his rival, my fiance. I tietoe carefully to my room, not ready for a confrontation this night. But if I'm being honest, dinner with Desmond was horrible, like watching a movie twice but this time seeing the flaws you missed the first time. All night, Ryan was on my mind, him making dinner for me would have been more eventful than eating all night with Desmond. I'm a gone woman. To think I was once in love with Desmo