All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Ex’s Uncle : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Anna’s POVI tilted my head back, surrendering to the intoxicating rhythm of being lifted and dropped, over and over, in a frenzy that bordered on violent. The sensation was dizzying, decadent like falling without fear.In the haze of pleasure, a sharp truth sliced through me: I, Anna Shaw, who once swore Jack Simpson would be my first and only, was now tangled in sheets with a stranger I hadn’t even asked the name of.And the most shocking part? I loved every second of it.He moved with skill confident and unrelenting. Each thrust was deliberate, hard and thick, like he was trying to break me apart just to reconstruct someone new. My thoughts blurred, except one: next time, maybe I’ll pick someone gentler to fuck me.My nails sank into his shoulders, tracing the taut shift of muscle beneath his skin. The room spun as I let go, drowning in a tidal wave of pleasure I’d denied myself for far too long. He drove into me harder, deeper, and my body clenched around him like he was the only

Anna’s POV I was still in bed when Rachel’s voice sliced through the quiet. “Ms. Shaw, your mother requests your immediate presence at home.” She paused, her voice carefully neutral. “Mr. Simpson is there.” Just like that, my good mood evaporated. “Jack?” I sat up, irritation creeping into my voice. “Let me guess—he’s there to dump his mess on my doorstep?” “Should I arrange the car?” “Yes. And Rachel?” I swung my legs over the side of the bed. “Clear my afternoon schedule. I have a feeling this won’t be quick.” It infuriated me. When Jack and I were married, he barely visited my mother. Now that we were divorced, he suddenly felt entitled to show up uninvited likely for the sake of his lover, not my family. The drive to my family estate gave me just enough time to compose myself. No matter what Jack wanted, I was no longer his cleanup crew. My mother was already waiting in the foyer when I arrived, her expression a familiar blend of worry and fragile hope. My moth

Anna's POV"Rachel, give him some new outfits," I added casually, glancing at Sean without much expression. "If he’s going to accompany me in public, he needs a proper formal suit. Make sure it’s tailored."I wasn’t planning to keep him around forever, but for now, he was under my roof, and I wouldn’t mistreat someone I’d brought in myself even if it had all been a mistake.Pulling a sleek black bank card from my purse, I held it out to Sean. He hesitated before accepting it with both hands."This is for your living expenses. The password is written on the back. I’ve been busy lately, so you’ll have to arrange your schedule freely. But remember one thing stay clean. No trouble. Use this time to learn how to behave in society. There’s more to life than simply following orders."Without waiting for his response, I turned on my heels and left.I had an auction to attend. A significant one, in fact. It was whispered that several rare and priceless items would be featured tonight. The kind

Jack's POVI stormed out of Rosa Villa, my blood still boiling. The steering wheel creaked under my white-knuckled grip as I navigated through evening traffic.The call from Calvin came just in time I needed a drink.The usual crowd at Murphy's Bar parted before me like the Red Sea. One look at my face and they knew to keep their distance. Calvin and Luke had already secured our regular booth, and mercifully, they'd cleared out the usual hangers-on."Rough day?" Calvin pushed a glass of whiskey toward me.I downed it in one go. "You could say that."Luke leaned forward, lowering his voice. "So... is it true? About Anna and that guy from Olympus Club?"The glass slammed onto the table harder than I intended. "You want to repeat that?""Easy," Calvin raised his hands. "We're just concerned. The whole city's talking about it.""The whole city needs to shut their damn mouths," I growled. "She's still my—" I caught myself, but not fast enough."Your what?" Luke's eyebrows shot up. "Your ex

Anna’s POVAs we stepped into the grand hall of the Murphy Estate, the buzz of conversation dulled beneath William Murphy’s booming voice.“Come, come! You must meet Marcus!”The crowd parted like a curtain, revealing a man standing tall, his gaze cutting through the air like a blade. His eyes landed on me for a single, electric moment then flicked away just as quickly, as if I were insignificant.Something about him made the room feel smaller. Marcus Murphy was striking, yes but it was more than looks. He carried himself like a man who owned every room he walked into.He couldn’t have been older than thirty-two, but the aura he exuded was heavy with experience. His tailored suit fit with the effortless precision of someone who'd worn power like a second skin for most of his life. He wasn’t like Jack. Jack had polish, but Marcus had presence.“Anna, my dear!” William’s warm tone pulled me back. He took both my hands in his, his eyes crinkling with affection.“Marcus, this is Anna Shaw