All Chapters of In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Kian A different kind of adrenaline drummed through me as I took another shot and secretly tracked Verena with my eyes. Good. She had moved away from my uncle, probably heading to the restroom. I snapped my head back to Tobias just as he lifted his glass. “I won’t be waiting for the first dance. The perfect chance to talk to her is now,” Tobias raised a brow. “I thought we came up with a plan?” I pushed the stool back inside. “A plan that I don’t have to follow” I could feel the heaviness of his silence that pervaded for a second before he exhaled slowly. “So, what’s the plan and what do I have to do to make it work?” Good. Just what I wanted to hear. My fingers rested on his shoulder as I toned down my voice. “I need you to distract that crazy bitch upstairs—she wouldn’t stop blowing up my phone” “Do you have to call her that?” “Yes, because that is what she is. I just need to speak with Verena privately without my uncle or that witch ruining my chances. All th

Verena Sadness crossed my face, the tension in the garage worsening as I leaned against the wall with only my temple touching it, arms crossed over my chest, eyes drifting to Daxton who had his head dipped under the car hood, hair slightly tousled as he worked his spanner on something and ignored me. The drive back home had been suffocatingly silent—all thanks to Kian who weaved a lie in his drunken state. I had gone inside to wear something comfortable, thinking that he was already in his room not until the housekeeper asked to know why he was mad. She mentioned that whenever he was boiling, he would always come to the garage and fix his cars—not because they were faulty. Instead, he would detach the important components of his car and fix them back, just to get his mind off whatever was bothering him. And right now, I was the problem. I exhaled, finding the courage to speak after an hour of watching him disassemble parts of the engine and putting them back. “Daxton,

Daxton Verena said ‘yes’, to be tied to me, to every maddening and sickening love that she was about to drown in, to being consumed by me, to the darkest part of me. She didn’t know what she had signed up for. I mean, how could she when I would never let her see the things I would do to keep the people that I love? But, if this was what being a girlfriend meant, then she said ‘yes’ to me. The kiss with Verena had done nothing but fuel the angry jealousy that unfurled in my chest. And that was when it hit me that as much as I could still stand other men talking to her—just a little bit—I couldn’t stand her being touched by other men. The only reason Kian was spared last night was that he was drunk. If he wasn’t, I could have dragged him back to my club’s basement and no one would have stopped me. So, I thought of a lighter punishment, something to curb my insanity before it could spiral into a mess. That was by ruining the car. And more fascinatingly, watching Veren

Verena Tense moments like this in the conference room were the times that made me feel pity for the hotel managers and at the same time, grateful for being just an assistant. Daxton didn't even need to speak because the cold stare, the silent nod of disapproval, and pure irritation in his eyes were enough to send everyone sitting here breaking into a full-blown sweat. He was so strict, hard to please that the one time I messed up his schedule, it earned me an earful that made me numb for almost a week. It was crazy how he switched from the cold boss to the sweet boyfriend mode whenever we were alone or at home. Again, as the HR Manager's breath cracked, fumbling with the pen that dropped to the floor, I turned my head to Daxton, noticing the way he pressed a finger to his temple and he was doing that cold eyes thing again, and… Our eyes clashed. I averted my gaze immediately, feeling the weight of his prickling stare singe my cheeks. I could never sneak glances at hi

Daxton When it came to the hotel staff, I could never catch a break with them. I had a simple rule—if it can be handled, don’t bother me. But, that meant nothing to them as they would call me at the slightest inconvenience. Those who worked at the strip club didn’t stress me this way. I was just glad that I had my phone turned off. Riley dropped the half-eaten strawberry from her mouth, disposing of it in the trash the moment she saw me. “Daxton—” Her smile was bright. The expression on my face remained the same as I moseyed over to her, shaking my head. “I thought the Doctor told you to avoid strawberries until your prescription is over?” She tilted her head to the side, still grinning. “What strawberry?” She blinked. My face was blank. Riley gave up, raising both hands in defeat. “You win, Daxton. Did you come here to check on the niece you almost killed, or to grill me?” “Kill is a stretch!” “Well, I told you that Laufey doesn’t need a car until she is acc