Semua Bab In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Verena I woke up to butterflies swimming in my stomach, Daxton’s cock rock hard against my ass as he snuggled into me with his hands curling over my waist. I smiled and turned—taking in his long dark eyelashes, the slight rise and fall of his chest as I ran my fingers through his face before leaning forward to press a kiss on those soft–lips. “Good morning,” I whispered, his eyes fluttering open and his body tensing as I ran my hand down his chest, the muscled abs and ridges before going lower. Daxton groaned into my ears while I slipped my hand through the band of his boxers grabbing his semi-hard on in a firm grip, stroking him in my hands. “I love it when you wake me up like this,” he shifted to hovering over me as he leaned in for a passionate kiss. I hooked my leg around his waist, still fisting his cock until the ringing of the doorbell cut through the sexual tension building between us. Daxton jerked back, brows furrowing in confusion as he glanced at the

Verena It’s been two months since Jaden moved into the neighborhood, with Kian living with him and it was safe to say that Kian never approached me like Daxton and I thought. I hardly even saw him. Only seldom. One time when I went grocery shopping with Matilda and I met him there and he had offered to pay for the things I bought—which I declined. Another time, I was walking Daisy down the street and his car drove past me and he had only honked at me. The other time was when I went on a run and saw him on the other side of the street—running too. He crossed over to my side and for a second, fear almost clogged my throat, not until he slowed down by my side and asked me if I was willing to donate to an orphanage. He showed me pictures of the children there, told me how the orphanage was struggling, and how he would like more people to donate there. He even told me to ask Daxton if he was willing to. After I told him that I would think about it, he only gave me the soci

Kian Words weren’t enough to describe the butterflies swilling in my stomach just from Verena sitting so close to me with her head buried in her phone. I didn’t know if it came from the over excitement of having Verena by my side or that my plan had worked. No. Our plan. Thanks to Jaden and his doctor friend—Penelope. What would I have ever done without my secretary in my life? I gawked at Verena longer than I should. The worst part, she didn’t even notice. Unease slowly stirred in my gut because what could she be so busy with that she wouldn’t even raise her head to look at me even once? Could she be texting that nutcase uncle of mine? Anger fueled by jealousy burned in my chest as my fingers curled around the sheets. He was the reason she wasn’t giving me the full attention I wanted from her. What do I do to make her focus on me? My mind was spinning around for answers until my gaze landed on the apple sauce on the small overbed table right in front of me. Since

Kian Jaden had warned against pushing Verena too hard, that we should leave her alone until we figured out how to remove the caregiver who was overly serious about his duties. That was the plan until she uploaded a steamy picture on her private account of her lying on the bed wearing a lingerie top while my uncle was positioned above her—shirtless— his forearms placed on either side of her with his head lowered down her neck. That had riled me up so bad that I crashed out. Here I was, desperate to hear from her, waiting for her call, endlessly stalking her social media through my secret account—my mind teetering on the edge, convinced something terrible had happened to her, that’s why she hadn’t even thought to text me. And then I saw that picture and my entire world tilted. No. It stopped. She was so mean. Cruel. Heartless. Why would she even post something like that? As if she was messing with my mind, she deleted the picture after a few minutes. That was when

Daxton Verena’s stifled gasps reached my ears, her breath slow and heavy as she stopped next to me with both hands covering her mouth—her eyes darting from the wheelchair lying idly on the road and my crippled nephew who was miraculously standing on his feet. Even the truck driver was too stunned to speak. A wicked excitement bubbled in my stomach. I could really pop a gum in my mouth right now. Finally the days and nights— Fuck! Thinking about all the things I have been through over the past few days rattled me so much. Anyways, the days and nights of watching Verena divided the attention that was solely mine, and giving one percent of it to Kian was now over! Waking up to find my woman perched over the kitchen aisle with those ridiculous huge rimmed glasses as she marked and canceled lists of the caregiving agencies that she hadn’t contacted yet was the beginning of the anger festering in my stomach. The last straw? When I returned home hours ago to surprise her wi