All Chapters of In Bed With My Ex-Husband’s Uncle : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Verena Daxton was mad. It was from the way fury coated his voice, the raging madness in his eyes, and the way they softened to a lighter shade whenever he locked eyes with me and muttered almost silent words of apology for shouting over the phone. He was so hot that it turned me on. Wetness dripped down my thigh and right now, I wanted to feel him buried inside of me, fucking me with my head slamming against the headboard until my vision blurred on the edges. I stared at him with all sorts of lustful thoughts running through my mind. For a second, I wondered if I should slide the robe off my shoulders, crawl over to him, and slowly pull down his zipper until his dick yanked free from his pants. Or, I could strut over to him, sit on the dresser with my legs parted wide for him while he would drop the phone from his ear, stare at me like he was starving before he got on his knees and took turns lapping on my core until an orgasm was wrung out of me. I just wanted to see

Zita I regarded Mandy with curious eyes. We would have had our conversation yesterday but just when I was about to spill venomous things about Verena, I spotted someone who made resentment claw up my throat. Hannah—Kian’s receptionist. Seeing her again made the building thoughts about Verena fly away as memories of how she had tried to stop me from seeing Kian in his office flooded through my mind. I’d excused myself, rescheduling the conversation with Mandy while grabbing a cup of coffee. I waited for her hand in the doorway of the restroom and the moment she came out, I spilled it on her shirt. She had shrieked, anger flickering through her eyes momentarily before she stared at me in recognition. Then the resentment I held towards her crumbled when she acknowledged me, apologizing for bumping into me when I was the one who spilled it on her. I was awe-struck, the anger inside of me slowly evaporating when it hit me that Hannah wasn’t the enemy and she only did her

Daxton Seagulls soared over our heads, waves crashing in the distance as the wind kept blowing her hair back. Everything was harsh with her. The world and now, this damned wind. Verena leaned back on her hands—numb—as she stared ahead—into nothing. She now looked so calm, peaceful, and lost compared to the past two hours when she had a meltdown in the car when I had taken the phone out of her reach and had threatened to hurl it out of the moving car if she wouldn’t stop asking for it. The tears on her face ripped my heart out completely. I’d never seen her this broken and right now, I wanted to hunt down whoever was behind that article. Her gaze jerked up to mine and she held out her hand. “Can I have my phone now?” That damned phone. Again. “Nope” “I would not cause a scene or even shed a tear. I only want to know what people think about me—” I heaved an exasperated sigh, blocking her view—thankfully, it stopped that horrible wind— as I dropped to my haunches b

Kian’s P.O.V One simple warning— Stay away from Verena. I tried to adhere to it, kept a low profile, and tried to bury myself in my work just to take my mind off the fact that Verena and I were now divorced. But since that night that our lips touched, a flame reignited in my chest—a consuming one. She had completely invaded my brain and taken control of my mind so badly that if I didn’t see her, I could lose my shit. That was how it started again. For days, I’d been in disguise, pacing slowly outside my uncle’s mansion—just for a glimpse of Verena. I was about to accept defeat, convinced that my uncle lied about her living with him until a car rolled out of the gates. It all happened in a blur but I had seen her in that car. I tailed her to the grocery store, slipping behind the thin wooden divider, tracking her every step, watching the quiet way she smiled. And it broke me. Here I was completely losing my mind over her, yet she smiled. How could she smile? I

  Verena     I was so drunk last night that while Daxton helped peel the strap of my heel, I passed out.    Daxton pressed the doorbell harder, a small groan slipping from his mouth. The plan for the morning was to stay together. Then Neil changed it and now, Nina canceled the art exhibition in her gallery and asked us to join her for breakfast.     He had refused, curse words almost rolling out of his mouth as he groaned into his pillow. And out of nowhere, I shouted ‘yes’.    Didn't know if it was the alcohol that was still in my system or just the excitement of seeing Nina again but now, he was mad and hadn't uttered a word at me since then.     “Coming in a sec,” The voice from the inside shouted.     Daxton turned to look at me and just when I thought that he was about t