All Chapters of A Secret Affair With My Best Friend's Uncle : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Dante’s POV “Did I hear that wrongly?” Cassandra asked after a long moment, her face twisting in shock, and I shook my head slowly. I knew she would be against us going, but I didn’t want to be the reason she would be at loggerheads with her father. I noticed she had been affected by it these last few days, even though she tried to mask it, and Mira had also said something about it too. So it was only right that I mended that relationship. “No, you didn’t hear wrong. We’re visiting your father.” “Could this be about me not visiting your parents?” she asked uneasily. “I think it’s better we go to your parents and not my dad. I don’t even want to see him.” She exhaled deeply, but I chuckled at that. “Let’s just say this is damage control from my side. We owe your father an apology, especially after how he walked in on us that day.” Cassandra didn’t look convinced by the idea, but after I assured her that everything would be fine and that she didn’t need to worry, she finally gave

Cassandra’s POVI never believed that I would bump into Sergio again after the last time we met at the company, but it seemed his audacity had doubled since the last time I saw him.How could he invite me to a club? And he didn't even hesitate seeing Dante with me, he was such a troublemaker. “What are you saying?” I said dryly, trying to disregard his words, but he didn’t budge.I’m asking you to go to the club with me, and don’t give me excuses. You know you’re still owing me, he said, and I almost vomited blood.Owing him? When was that?“Owing you? What does he mean, Cassandra?” Dante nudged, but I also gave him the confused look I had on.“Are you trying to play dumb? Don’t forget what you said at the dinner that night,” he said, and that was when I remembered I had promised to repay his kindness somehow, but it wasn’t like this.“No, it wasn’t like this…” I was saying, but he cut me off.“And don’t forget how we almost became comrades the last time too, at your company,” he sai

Cassandra’s POVThe car felt silent after what I said, and the sexual tension dissipated as I felt Dante let go of my thighs, which made me shiver and feel a sudden, hollow sense of loss. My body ached for what had just been, and the absence of his hands made it sting even more.“I don’t know, but I think someone was standing over there…” I trailed off, my voice trembling slightly, thinking it could just be a coincidence.“Really?” he asked, as he dressed himself again. I noticed him dip his hand into the car safe, and my pulse spiked, but before he could take out whatever was there, panic shot through me, and I stopped him.“I’m sure it’s nothing. Maybe I’m just being paranoid because it’s not every day I get fucked in a club’s parking lot,” I chirped, trying to make my words sound convincing, though every nerve in me screamed otherwise.I could have sworn I saw someone holding a camera earlier, taking pictures of us, though the tinted windows should have prevented it. My stomach twi

Mira's POVI walked out of the section in a daze, unable to wrap my head around why Cassandra would sell anything my uncle had given her. She was frugal, yes, but definitely not petty. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong,I could just tell.“Do you think she’s in some kind of trouble? I mean, she can always ask my uncle for money if she needs it,” I mumbled, glancing at Tyson.“I don’t know what’s going on, but I think we should tell the boss,” he said, but I shook my head firmly.I wouldn’t drag my best friend’s business issues to her boyfriend, even if that person was my uncle. There were boundaries no one should cross.“No, don’t tell him. I’ll ask Cassandra about it first.”“That’s not right. I report to your uncle, not you,” he replied, and that got under my skin.“You don’t report to him!” I snapped, and I noticed his eyes twitch at the sharpness of my words.I bit my lip in regret, realizing I’d probably ruined the fragile ambience between us by acting bossy, b

Cassandra's POVEvening came, and just like he had promised, Dante came home early to cook. Even when I had volunteered to join him, he asked me to just watch him instead.Did they say a man looked good when he cooked? They weren’t lying. Dante looked like a Greek god handling those kitchen utensils, confident and devastatingly effortless.I wasn’t watching the food, I was watching his hands, his back, the way his hips shifted like he knew exactly where my thoughts were going. Every clink of the spoon felt filthy, every roll of his shoulders a promise, and by the time he glanced at me with that knowing look, I was already ruined, hungry for nothing on that stove.I wanted his hand rubbing the vegetables to rub my cunt, which was already aching for his touch. I was so lost fucking him in my head that I didn’t even realize he was done cooking until the delicious smell of the food wafted into my nose, grounding me abruptly.“Stop undressing me, and let’s go eat,” he said as he walked pas