In Bed With My Step-uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

ROSE'S POV."I don't know babe. But we have to go back to that registrar and get answers.""I'm really tired Mon." I yawn, resting my head on the steering wheel. "I still have to reach college today. I just hope Desmond stays low because I don't think we can go back there today.""You look stressed.""Maybe it's because I am." I sigh. I don't check the time but professor Sharma hasn't called me yet, I can believe that I'm not late for the preselection rounds. I reverse and angrily drive out.It takes a few turns, stops and the evergreen enterprise comes into view. For the longest time, this place has reminded me of something bitter. Desmond's infedilty. But for the first time, it reminds me opf someone different. Someone I'd give anything to know where he is, and kiss and hold him forever.I must have stared off too long because it takes Monique snapping fingers noisily in my face to get my attention. "Why don't you just call him already?" She leans in on the half open window.."All my

ROSE'S POV Helen Hilton. Now Helen Williams, since she's operating at maximum power. I squeeze my hands, rage rising within me. My head's spinning, nose flaring. I squeeze my face, staring straight ahead like a woman about to manifest. Shock turning into anger. "No. Mom's gone too far meddling with my life!" I snap, opening the door and stomping back into the house in full rage. "Don't do anything crazy." Micah door locks as he runs after me. But it's already too late. I walk straight to the dining room, meeting them in the same position I left them. "Mom!" I snap, getting the attention of all three. I step in and stare into her eyes. "What did you do?" My voice cracks. I want to hear her say the truth. Maybe what I read wasn't true. She parts her lips quickly, about to deny it, but Micah interrupts her. "It's over, Mom. Evie from the marriage registry told our lawyer everything." "Did you do it?" I ask. She knots her fingers tensely. "Mom, did you do it!?" I a

HELEN'S POV. "This daughter of mine will not shame me for a second time." I pace around the living room, angrily tapping my phone screen and sending wild threats to her. I fall back on the couch, adjusting the sleeves of my designer dress. "Has she responded to your text yet?" I turn to Elias, who's sitting on the opposite couch from us. "No." He responds with his head buried in his system. "And it's almost time for the election." I sigh, checking the grandfather clock. "So, she didn't sleep last night." I chuckle. I don't know what plans that girl has up her sleeves, but she must reach the highest rank and become an ambassador. I turn to the ugly maids standing before me, heads bowed. "You pathetic things. What do I pay you for? You let her run away again." "We're sorry, ma'am." One of the maids starts speaking. "But she..." "Get out of my sight!" I snap. I'm losing it. They scurry out like scared rabbits. I take out my phone and call Professor Sharma. "How are you, Helen?

ROSE'S POV The church's building looks bigger and more intimidating than I imagined. There's no gate or fence, just a vast land of neatly trimmed grasses surrounding it. I rub my hands together and step in. I slowly walk down the hallway to where I see the confession box is mounted. The floors are too polished; I can almost see my reflection. It smells like incense and anointing; it takes my mind quickly back to Sharma, the smell of her office, and the image of her bent over... I shake my head and pause for a while, wondering why I'm here and what exactly I plan to say. I keep moving and stand in front of the box."Father, I have sinned." I say, voice low."Go on, child." A deep, croaking voice answers, probably that of an old priest. I chuckle. "I have sinned, Father, and I'd do it again." I say, staring at the box. "I don't feel guilty. Hell, I don't even think I care." I stand up, hearing his gasps loud and clear. "So, I thank the Lord for helping me realize I'm in love with thi

RYAN'S POV. My phone rings in the background; I grunt and ignore it. I'm preoccupied, and my mouth's too busy to speak. I'm very happy to see Rose here, to finally drop the baggage of religion and family and give in to our guilty pleasures. But the phone continues ringing in the background, irritating me and making it impossible to ignore it. Rose's moan fills my ears, drawing me back to her, but it's more than the sex-tuned sound, it's the memory from those nights ago when she cried in the kitchen, telling me how far short of her family's expectations she fell. I never want to be her secret, but if being her secret is the only way to have her, I'd gladly be a dirty secret. I lift my head from her pussy and look in the direction of my phone. "Damn! Who the hell is calling me?" "Answer it." She whispers, her voice strained from moaning. "Wait—" she freezes. But I'm already reaching for the phone on the table. I glance back, she looks worried. I should have ignored her plea. I ans