All Chapters of My Fiancé’s Uncle is Obsessed With Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lucien The door to Lucien’s office slammed open so hard it almost ripped it off the hinges. The wind blew the papers on his desk to the floor, but Lucien didn’t bother standing to pick them up. Gerald stormed into his office, fuming with smoke pouring out from his ears. He walked around Lucien’s desk and grabbed a fistful of his collar, attempting to choke him. Or intimidate him. Neither of those worked. “What the fuck did you think you were doing—showing up at my mouth and beating up my son?!”Lucien’s brow arched. It lifted, just high enough to show his amusement, before he snickered. “I didn’t think he was going to go that far to save face, but I guess deception runs in your blood.”Gerald’s chokehold tightened as he glowered into Lucien’s face. “I told you, didn’t I? That if you crossed me, I’d make sure everything you think you have is gone in an instant. You still think I’m joking?”The corner of Lucien’s mouth twitched before a rough chuckle followed, muffled by the grip c

Eveline “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Eveline screamed as Shane grabbed Jeremy by the collar, almost choking the doctor out. She yanked his arm repeatedly before she could get him to loosen his grip, pushing him with all her strength. “What are you doing? Don’t you know this is a hospital?” She threw her hands in the air, her voice cracking in exasperation. Shane heaved as he thrust his hands on his waist, barely able to speak through his swollen, bright-red face for a minute. Jeremy straightened his shirt, clearing his throat as he felt around for any signs of injury. “I don’t know who you are,” he told Shane sternly, “but if you don’t explain yourself right now, I’m calling the cops. You’ll be spending the long night cooling off in a cell.”“You’re one to fucking talk,” Shane spat. He took a step closer, jabbing his fingers in the air, but Eveline was quick to step in before he laid his hands on Jeremy again. “What do you want, Shane?” She hissed through her teeth, dropp

Lucien“Sir, there’s someone here to see you.”The music was blasting loud enough to drown out the voices at the other side of the club, but where Lucien stood, in the hallway of the VIP section that had mirrors for walls, it was much quieter. Quiet enough for him to hear the rush of blood pumping through his veins.The attendant, dressed in a cheap suit, was talking to someone inside the room, while Lucien waited outside the door.A slurred voice came from inside. “Who?” It barked. “I told you not to bother me! Get lost!”A light giggle followed, and the sound of someone falling over and crashing into a glass table. “You’re going to hurt yourself, baby.” A female voice crooned. “And then we won’t get to have fun all night.”“Me?” The slurred voice came back with a scoff. “I can go all night. Even longer. Look—” Lucien couldn’t see him, but a slow smile curled his lips. He knew exactly what was going on in the room –could predict what the man was about to say next. “That’s the battle

Not with Shane somewhere in the house. He was far enough that he wouldn’t hear her…but still. Eveline closed her eyes, and a face slid into her thoughts. Deep gray eyes, chiseled jaw, a wicked mouth, and lean, long fingers that just knew how to work their way around her pussy. Lucien Roswood. She was thinking about him, in a house with her fiancé. But she couldn’t stop. Eveline bit her lip hard, her head falling back against the cool porcelain edge. She tried to fight it—clenching her thighs together under the water—but the ache only sharpened.Just this once, she told herself. Her hand trembled as it finally slid lower, her fingertips grazing the soft skin of her inner thigh before brushing over her slick folds. A sharp gasp escaped her. She was already soaked, and not just from the bathwater. Her clit throbbed under the lightest touch, swollen and begging.In her mind, it wasn’t her own fingers. It was Lucien’s. His fingers always knew exactly how much pressure she needed, t

“I don’t think Shane is good enough for my daughter.”Jonah hit him with the truth before he could sit. Lucien paused midway, then slowly sank. “I see…” he murmured. “You know it too, don’t you?” Jonah asked. He gripped the wine glass with both hands. “I heard about the incident. How he accused her of cheating with a doctor and punched him.”Lucien’s brow rose before he could hide his surprise. Jonah snorted. “I might be confined to this house and a few hospital visits, but you don’t think I won’t check on my daughter?” He took a big gulp as his voice hardened. “I don’t want them to get married.” He looked at Lucien, pain flashing through his eyes. “She deserves someone better, Dr. Roswood. Someone who’ll treat her with the respect she deserves.”Why was he looking at him? “You’re single, Doctor?”No. Lucien managed a nod as his thoughts raced. “Yes. By choice,” he added quickly, hoping it’d keep Jonah from saying his next words. “Eveline’s smart. She knew what she wanted to do