All Chapters of His Princess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

Hearing the front door click shut, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I can still smell Uncle Hunter’s cologne lingering in the air, feel the heat from his kiss on my forehead. My heart flutters as I think about how this is how I want to be treated by a man. Cared for, loved, and treated like a woman who was precious to someone. Who was told to buy whatever she wanted and to enjoy her day.Instead, I got treated like a maid, a trophy, something to show off at work dinners. In the end, I allowed a man I thought was the one to treat me like an option. And I was just that. An option for Jonathan.But with Uncle Hunter, I feel like a priority. Someone he would destroy the world for to protect. I know he wants me. Saw the way he moaned my name last night as he stroked that cock of his. Gods, I stayed up late into the night fantasizing what that cock could do to me while I fingered myself into oblivion last night.“Stop that, Jess.” I mutter, slapping both hands

Watching the light catch on the water droplets on the greenhouse, I find myself happy with the work I had put in. The outside no longer had an abandoned feel that it did this morning. I was lucky to have found the pressure washer when I did, or cleaning the glass would have been a nightmare. Now, I need to figure out how to organize inside and make the most out of the space.The pile of icy leaves off to the side will have to be bagged into the compost bags I bought, but I could have Uncle Hunter help me with that later. Right now, I need to use the dolly in the garage to unload the truck and bring everything into the back. Resigning to my fate, I tidy up the pressure washer and make my way down the path to the garage. Once it’s put away in the corner I found it in, I grab the dolly and walk through the open garage door towards the truck where everything I bought today, minus the tools already inside the greenhouse, waits to be unloaded.Lowering the tailgate, I