All Chapters of Taming My Best Friend's Uncle: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

JeanetI open my eyes and realize that I fell asleep after Damien whispered and told me he wanted me. His hand is still on my abdomen, and I turn around to face him. "Morning." His eyes are half-open. "Did you even sleep?" "I did, a little. Would you like breakfast?"Our faces are too close, but it somehow feels good. "Can we go back to hating each other?"He chuckles. "We will in a few days.""Were you really going to give me a gun to shoot someone?" He stiffens. "No, I know what it does to a person, but I was going to shoot anyone if you told me to.""I don't know if I should think that that's sweet or disturbing. I had no idea that you were in a mob when you were young.""There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Jeanet."******************************The plane lands some time after our breakfast, and I don't get to ask him all the questions that I wanted to. When I arrive at Damien's house, Linda runs towards me and squeezes me in a hug. "I've been worried sick abou

JeanetI made a fool of myself again last night and begged Damien to fuck me, but I'm almost glad he refused. It was the last time. I promise myself to never ever do that to myself again. From now on I'm keeping things professional with Damien. He found me a driver, and he said he did a background check. I'm not allowed to drive myself anymore, until further notice. The car stops outside a building that I know too well. Damien said he bought a logistics company, but he refused to tell me the name of the company. "This is the building?" I ask the driver. "Yes, Mr Rugiero is on the fifth floor, office number sixteen.""Fifth floor?" I echo, and the driver looks at me as if I am stupid. The truth is, I also feel stupid. I know almost everyone on the fifth floor, which means I have to say hello to them from the receptionist until I knock on the door of the office. By the time I reach the office, my cheeks hurt from fake smiles. "Come in," Damien's voice says from the other side. "I

JeanetLinda and I bought a Christmas tree. We are having a lazy morning on the 20th as we hang the ornaments. "I think we are getting old," I say to Linda."I know," she sighs. "Are we not supposed to be partying somewhere like we used to?" "Maybe we are already old."She gasps audibly. "Don't say that, we are just babies." She purses her lips. "We are almost thirty. Damien was married, and he had already accomplished so much at our age.""Damien had no choice," she snorts. "He had to work hard, but we have him. Why should we work hard when he already did?""Well, you have him," I point out. "I don't have anyone."She glares at me. "I thought you have me, and Uncle Damien promised me that he got your back.""He did?" "Yes," she nods. "From now on, let's do things at our own pace. Even if Uncle Damien wasn't around, we would be sharing a cheap apartment somewhere and trying to make it one day at a time, but we would still get where we want.""Awww! That's wise.""Thank you," she b

JeanetIt's the 26th, and Damien is not in the house. So, it's just me, Linda, and the bodyguards. They are usually just somewhere we can't see them, but we were promised that they would always show up when needed. The mysterious person who has been sending texts asked for a meeting, and I don't know if I should sneak out or take at least two bodyguards and the driver. If I sneak out and get kidnapped like last time, it might cost Damien. I still have no idea what he did for me to get released when I got kidnapped the first time. Perhaps I should've told him about the texts because he knows about the money. After all, he's the one who gave it to me. When I call the number that Damien gave me, the three bodyguards appear in the kitchen within seconds. I take two bodyguards with me, and the driver takes me to meet this mysterious person at a restaurant. The moment I see her, I shake my head in disbelief. I tell the bodyguards that it's okay for them to wait for me outside, unless I

Jeanet "What does the text even say?" I pretend not to be interested. "They mentioned something about you keeping a secret from me.""Which one are you talking about?" I blurt out. Did Rachel tell her already? But it's too soon, I thought she had to blackmail me for some time before telling Linda what's going on."Do you have secrets?" she gasps. "No," I vigorously shake my head. "It's just that this story makes a little more sense. It fits part of a puzzle that has been filling me with questions for years. Are you sure you are not keeping any secrets from me?" She raises her brows. "Don't you dare play that game, Linda," I say defensively. "You had a closet full of secrets, and you never told me a thing.""So, now you want to turn this around?" She chuckles. "I told you I was keeping secrets for your protection. Why are you keeping secrets from me?" "For your protection too, to protect your feelings?" I half-ask."Wow, I can't believe you." She wipes tears with the back of her