All Chapters of A Secret Affair With My Best Friend's Uncle : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Cassandra's POV I knew when I saw him this evening, I wouldn't be able to resist the temptation. Every boundary I’d built between us crumbled the instant he stepped out of the bathroom, steam curling around him like temptation itself, while my eyes landed on his cock as he came out of the restroom.The towel hanging loosely around his waist did nothing to hide the size of his cock, which was outlined through the towel. My breath caught, heat blooming through me. I’d always thought I was strong enough to ignore the pull, but I couldn't do it, not after I saw that swollen bulge. I could tell that he was huge, which made me want to have a taste…the size filled me with need. Call me a terrible friend, but how could anyone look at a man like Dante Blackwell, my best friend’s uncle, and not fall apart? One look, one smirk, and I was gone. My best friend's uncle has such a huge cock; it was only right I checked it out as his niece's friend, so I got bold and offered myself to him. Which I

Mira’s POV“Pick up!” I slurred as I paced around with my phone, trying to reach my boyfriend, but every call went to voicemail. “Jason, you son of a bitch!” I screamed, kicking at the sand below my feet.I couldn’t believe I was being stood up by my own boyfriend on my birthday. He knew better than anyone what birthdays meant to me, yet it seemed he had chosen to ignore that completely.I’d even gone as far as sending myself a gift on his behalf, just so I wouldn’t become the object of ridicule among my friends. At least he had promised to come. But it was almost midnight, and there was still no sign of him. My anger only deepened.I could tell he was tired of the relationship, but I was too stubborn to let go. I believed we were perfect together. Our families had already approved of us, and Jason’s family had made quite a profit from our connectionsince they weren’t nearly as wealthy as mine. They had ridden on our influence, and I didn’t mind, because I loved Jason.But his new beh

Cassandra’s POVMy forehead broke into a cold sweat as fear clawed through me. Had Mira caught on to something? Could she tell that I had spent the night in her uncle’s bed, that I was the whore her uncle had fucked?“Does it?” I heard Dante’s amused voice from outside, and my pulse jumped. Why was this man making things harder for me?“Yes, she has a scarf wrapped around it, but… what am I even saying?” Mira rasped, then scoffed. “I’m sure your whore wears the same bikini as my friend.”I breathed a shaky sigh of relief.“Wow, so you believe that it doesn't belong to your friend?” Dante pressed, his tone teasing, dangerous. My stomach churned in panic.Why was he bent on ruining me?“What kind of crazy thing are you saying? Of course it’s not my friend’s!” Mira snapped.“Why can’t it be your friend?” he provoked again. My eyes widened. What the hell was he doing? Shouldn’t he be happy she hadn’t connected the dots?“Because it can never happen,” Mira said flatly, her voice steady wit

Dante's POVI broke the kiss when I noticed her gasping for breath, but it wasn’t enough to quench my hunger. I wanted her closer, pressed against my desk, craving her in ways that made her pulse mine to commandA scrawny boy would never even dream of holding her the way I could.“I want you,” I mumbled, as I fumbled with her shirt, ready to take her right there, and God, help me the stupid boy should walk in on me fucking her..but she held onto my hand, her eyes begging to be fucked, but I noticed she was fighting the desire.“Mira..I can't do this. I lied to her once, not this time.” she blurted, her voice defiant, but her body was doing something else. She was lying and failing miserably at it.“Why are you worried about, Mira? Are you sleeping with her?” I asked, and she shook her head. “Then why worried,” I whispered as I raised her skirt to her waist, I fondled her ass in my hands, which earned a soft moan from her. She had the perfect set of ass, I couldn't help but have flash

Cassandra's POVI turned around stiffly to see the last person I ever expected to find in such a place. Nicholas’s mother.My face contorted in shock as I wondered what she was doing there, but the receptionist’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts.“Ma’am, are you still..”“No, I think I got the wrong place,” I snapped, glaring at her before turning back to Nicholas’s mother, whose eyes were already narrowed in suspicion.“Cassandra, what are you doing here?” she asked, her voice stern. A shiver crawled down my spine. Even though I hadn’t technically been caught doing anything, the fact that she saw me here left me shaken.“Ma’am,” I said softly as I looked at her, still wondering why she was in the city. She never liked me, never supported my relationship with Nicholas. So meeting her by coincidence of all days, felt like some cosmic cruelty.Nicholas’s mother was an educator who hated my background simply because I was raised by a single father. The irony? She raised Nicholas a