All Chapters of My Step-Uncle's Plaything: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Alice“Motherfu—” The manager’s curse hung in the air the moment he saw me. He had summoned me to his office, and after giving two knocks, I pushed the door open. And there he was, caught red-handed, screwing one of the promo girls from behind.“S-Sorry, Sir. I-I didn’t mean to,” I stammered as I turned around, face burning with shock and disgust.“Why the hell didn’t you knock?” he barked, irritation sharp in his voice.“I did knock, Sir. I’ll just… step outside,” I replied, opening the door again and slipping out as fast as I could.God, that man was infuriating. A total sleaze. He knew every girl working here needed the money and that desperation was exactly what he used to scare, control, and get whatever twisted thing he wanted.A moment later, the girl he was with stepped out. She couldn’t even meet my eyes.“Did he… at least pay you?” I asked quietly.She shook her head, her eyes already glassy with tears, before running off. My hand curled into a tight fist as I stared at the

AliceAfter Mommy and Uncle Lemuel finished talking to me, I went straight to my room.The house we were renting was a bungalow style with two rooms. I was the one occupying the master bedroom since Uncle Lemuel became Mom's boyfriend. She said I needed more privacy. I didn't have to leave the room to use the bathroom because it had its own toilet and bath.I think my mother was cautious. She loved Uncle Lemuel, but she also loved me, and maybe at the back of her mind, she was afraid that something might happen to me.I wasn't allowed to wear very short shorts or revealing clothes when Uncle Lemuel was around or if there were male visitors. I understood Mommy about that.But being a witness in their relationship for a few years now, I knew for myself that Uncle Lemuel could be trusted. I knew that he loved my mother. I could see it in every action and in the way he talked to Mom.Also, in the many times Uncle Lemuel and I have somehow managed to be alone, I have never seen him show an

Alice“Last Friday, I found a phone on the table Alice was sitting at,” Lance said, as casually as if he wasn’t currently redefining the word audacity. I simply shot him a look sharp enough to slice skin, if looks could kill, he had been laying flat on the floor already. Still, he leaned back, relaxed, acting like he wasn’t inventing an entire cover story right in front of my mother.“And you think it’s hers?” Uncle Lemuel asked, brows pulling together, though he sounded more curious than suspicious.“Yes. No one was sitting there before she did.” He gave a little shrug, a tiny smirk tugging at his mouth. God, he actually looked proud of himself. “I was on a call, so I didn’t get to return it immediately.”The audacity! The nerve! The confidence and the creativity! It was impressive and infuriating at the same time. The type of lie you want to applaud while simultaneously hitting him with an ID strap.“I kept calling last Friday night, but no one was answering,” Mommy said, the worry

AliceThe moment I stepped into the lobby, I was greeted by a cold yet polite, “Good afternoon, Ma’am,” from the security guard. I simply nodded back, trying hard not to look as anxious as I felt while walking toward the reception area. High ceilings, glass walls, minimalist black-and-chrome interior. MobTech looked so high-end and intimidating that my nerves only tightened.“How may I help you, Ma’am?” one of the two receptionists asked. She was smiling, but it was the kind of corporate smile that never even tried to reach her eyes.“Can I ask where Mr. Lance Richardson’s office is?” I asked, trying to sound calm even though my chest was slowly tightening with every second that passed.The two women exchanged looks. One of those silent conversations you can practically see before both of them glanced at me, head almost to toe, as if assessing what kind of trouble I was about to bring into their perfect lobby.“Do you have an appointment?” the taller one asked, her eyebrows sharper th

Mature ContentLanceDamn, I want her so much.This isn’t normal anymore.This isn’t just a casual desire.This isn’t like the women who came and went in my life—those women were distractions that I didn't like or want.But Alice… she’s something else entirely.She’s the kind of temptation that, even though you know you'll get burned, you still choose to walk straight into it.I have never wanted any woman the way I want her.Not even close.I think I’m going insane.Actually—no.Scratch that.I am insane.Insane because of her.Insane over the scent of her skin, the way her breathing turns uneven whenever I touch her, the way she says my name like it’s the only thing she can hold on to in this entire world.And I’m even more undone by one truth I can’t deny—I did this.I’m the one who made the offer I knew she couldn’t refuse, to the point that I practically cornered her into it.I’m the reason why she’s here now, wrapped around me, breathless, trembling.Guilt hits me, but not enou