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

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Chapter Thirty-One: Morning Sex

Eveline “Do you want to get out of bed, Miss Storm…or do you want me to fuck you?”Eveline halted, her eyes widening and her body freezing as he said the words. She wanted to get out—genuinely. After waking up from a dream where she was doing questionable things to Lucien, to find out they were not only in the same bed, but she had her hand where it shouldn’t be—She wanted nothing more than to run out of the room, hide in a tiny closet without a single ray of light until the embarrassment passed. It was one thing to be bent over a table, her legs widespread and his fingers raking through her hair while her pussy clenched and her legs wobbled. It was another to wake up…gropping him. He was looking at her strangely, his gaze drifting from her eyes to her mouth. His fingers rested lightly on her wrist, where he yanked her back, but the heat spread through her body, making it harder to breathe. Or to do so automatically. “No?” Lucien murmured. Her breath came in shallow puffs as s

Chapter Thirty-Two: A Brother’s Brawl

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

Chapter Thirty-Three: Questions

Eveline Her fingers didn’t shake as she applied concealer to the marks on Lucien’s neck, but inside…she was trembling.When she walked into the hospital room by accident and saw the state of Gerald’s injuries while he lay on the bed, with blood-stained cotton wool next to Nurse Belinda, her first thought had been Lucien. If Gerald looked like this, how bad was his brother? She’d ignored whatever Belinda was saying as she ran down the hallway, almost tripping over herself in her haste. Fear had sucked the air from her lungs, carving her chest hollow. She knew. She knew it had something to do with Lucien saving her from the horrible dinner. And now he was hurt because of her. It had taken everything for her to stop outside the door and knock calmly, to walk in like she wasn’t mere seams away from coming apart. And when she saw that he wasn’t hurt, her knees had briefly sagged in relief. Then she sat in front of him, and the marks around his neck had brought a new wave of emotio

Chapter Thirty-Four: Making Enemies, not Friends

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

Chapter Thirty-Five: Bargaining

Eveline Eveline raced up the stairs, taking it two at a time. Her lungs were burning; she wanted to throw up, and her head was spinning from the message she’d read. It echoed in her mind repeatedly, with voices that were pointing fingers her way.It was her fault.It was her fault.She dragged Jeremy into her personal life when all he wanted to do was be a friend, and now he was going to lose his job. Her vision blurred as she got to the tenth floor, forcing her to stop. She gripped the railing, sucking in lungfuls of air that felt too thick for her throat to take in.“Please.” A tear ran down her cheek. It was her fault—she’d take the punishment, whatever it was. She was the one who chose Shane, repeatedly giving him chances in a relationship that should’ve ended a long time ago.She pushed forward, dragging foot after foot, using the last crumbs of her adrenaline. The back door opened as she got to the next floor, and she raised her head, with a tear-stained face, as Lucien walked

Chapter Thirty-Six: Ambulance

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

Chapter Thirty-Seven: HouseMates

Eveline Her gaze swept over the sprawling, ten-bedroom mansion in the middle of an affluent neighborhood—and Eveline had to admit. Gerald Roswood was the worst of assholes, but at least he was true to his word. He’d gotten them the house she asked for in less than a week, and she didn’t have any other excuse not to move in. Not when a sprinter bus showed up at the hotel and two men, with pure muscles and no fat, helped her load her things into the car. Then, she’d been driven to a boutique, where she met a celebrity fashion designer. And the sprinter suddenly wasn’t enough to accommodate everything she bought. On Gerald’s dime too. Eveline fingered the pearl necklace sitting prettily on her neck and glanced at the diamond ring on her finger. She was in a good mood. Well…if she ignored the fact that Shane was literally standing beside her, that is. He was the only dark cloud in her bright day, and he’d shown up at the boutique right when she was done shopping, smiling sheepish

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Good Girl

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

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Lust

Lucien “Dr. Roswood.”Lucien rose from the couch as Jonah rode his wheelchair into the living room, carefully dropping the glass he was drinking from on a table. He ran his hands down his indoor shorts. “Jonah. Do you need anything?”Jonah laughed—a deep, belly laugh as he waved his hand. “Please. Don’t get up for me. I’ll be pressured to do the same, and you’ve confined me to the wheelchair until further notice,” he joked. Lucien chuckled as he sat back. The PT had been going well, but they had a mishap two days ago, when he fell from the treadmill. Lucien had been away, following more clues on the person he’d been searching for, while his brother was distracted, trying to calm the waters that Shane Roswood stirred. He found out that Gerald’s presence at the diner had been accidental—he was supposedly meeting the owner of the run-down care home. But the other person never showed up. According to Patrick, enforcement agencies were looking for him on a couple of charges, so he w

Chapter Forty: Flashback

“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

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