All Chapters of The Accidental Almost Kiss with my Ex's Uncle: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V.The entire table went silent, every head turning to stare at me, but I refused to look away from Naomi. She had the nerve to take me in and treat me like a daughter, but was so quick to turn on me and blame me when her son… the man she raised decided he was going to cheat on and then attack me. Derek reached down, placing his hand on mine over his knee, squeezing my hand under the table. I had expected her anger. I expected her to yell and scream, possibly to throw something at me as she defended her son, but she was nothing like him. So instead, Naomi’s face fell. She looked absolutely devastated by my words, but I didn’t feel any remorse. “You really hate him that much? You had so many good years together before this.” She whispered, her eyebrows pinched together, and I could hear the plea in her voice, begging me to confirm that Justin was a good man deep down, that he was still the boy she raised, but I didn’t believe that. “That is how scared of him I am,”

CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V. Derek held the front door open for me, allowing me to enter first. The dinner with his family tonight didn’t really feel like a date, but this sure did. The nerves and anxiety from seeing his family after everything that happened were gone, and now I just felt comfortable and happy. I was expecting butterflies, but I had been to his house multiple times now that it felt normal coming in here. It felt homey, and the faint sweet scent in the air made my mouth water as I could tell he had just baked the cake today. “Would you like a glass of wine?” Derek asked, guiding me to the kitchen. “Yes, please,” I breathed as he released my hand to go around the counter and grab two glasses that were hanging under one of the cabinets. While he poured, I found myself transfixed by him. I leaned against the kitchen island as I watched him pull out the cheesecake from the fridge. It looked as perfect as he did, and I could hide the blush when I remembered that he had act

CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V.The slow rise and fall of the warm surface beneath me gently lulled me awake, and I sighed as I felt Derek’s arm wrapped around my back, holding me to his chest. The birds were chirping outside, and I slowly opened my eyes to see the warm glow of the sun behind the curtains. Tilting my head back, I stared up at his rugged face. The scrub on his beard was still short, but it had been so delicious as it scraped along my body as he kissed every inch of me.His hair was disheveled, and I smiled, remembering all the times my fingers had run through them last night.Somehow, Derek was even more handsome while asleep, and I closed my eyes as I listened to his calm heartbeat beneath my ear. “Good morning,” He said, his voice thick with sleep, and my eyes fluttered open as he brushed my hair back behind my ear. “Morning,” I whispered, scared to destroy the peace of the morning by speaking too loudly. It was the most peaceful night and waking I’d had in a very long time,

LYDIA’S P.O.V.Family birthday parties had never been my favorite events to go to, but there were only so many I could miss before I got yelled at for 'not acting like a part of the family.' I had never been close with any of them, but gave in and showed up with a present and food anyway.Yet, as I helped clean up at the end, I was ready to snap. I couldn’t take another comment or joke about being the spinster of the family. All of my cousins had at least four kids each, and I had four restaurants. They had husbands, wives, and planned annual family vacations, and I had an empty home and a to-do list longer than their grocery receipt. As I looked up at the kids running around while the adults cleaned up, it all felt so normal. Like it was what I should have been doing at my age, but none of it had felt right for me until recently.I had been so focused on my career that I hadn’t been interested in the idea of settling down and popping out a few crotch-goblins. Even if the thoug

CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V. I loved the giddy feeling I had as I snuck downstairs, wearing Derek’s shirt. I probably should have grabbed a clean one, but dear God, that man smelled incredible, and I loved pulling on his button-up shirt and smelling his cologne. Plus, I left the front halfway unbuttoned to make sure he got a show with his breakfast. Being with him was so empowering that, as I stepped onto the cold kitchen tile with my bare feet, it sent a thrill through me. I wanted him to wake up and find me. We hadn’t explored anything in the kitchen yet, even though I did drag him into his office last night to use his desk. I wanted to make sure that the next time he was pulling an all-nighter, he had something pleasant to remember, and it had been pleasant. As I walked around the kitchen and began to cook, I found myself humming, wiggling my hips and twisting as I danced to the tune in my head. “Hm,” a low hum sounded from the doorway as I finished whisking the eggs, and