The Accidental Almost Kiss with my Ex's Uncle のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 116

CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V.It felt surreal to be right back at work the next day. I wanted to stay in Derek’s arms forever, and getting out of bed this morning had been one of the hardest things I had ever done. But I had learned throughout my life that it was detrimental to show your competition any sign of weakness. With yesterday's trial having made its way across the tabloids and the news as a huge scandal, I knew if I didn’t show my face today and kick butt while I was there, Vanessa and all of my other competition would eat me alive when I got back. Not that my company wasn’t friendly, because most of them were. It was the really competitive ones that I knew would have a field day with this. The parking garage was already mostly full when I got there, and I sat in the car for a few extra minutes, scrolling through my phone until I had no choice but to go inside so I wouldn’t be late. I thought I would feel anxious, like a deer walking into the lion’s den, but it felt strangely peac

CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V.The second the club came into view, my thighs pressed together, and I glanced at Derek out of the corner of my eye. “You didn’t,” I said but I really wanted him to say he did, that he booked us a private room in the VP section and that he was planning on doing the most unholy things to me to make up for how busy the rest of the week had gotten. We had barely gotten to see each other over the past few days. One of us would get off work and then collapse into bed next to the other without another word and pass out right away. Mostly it was Derek. One night I had texted him that I was in his house, in his bed. Security had let me in, and I had been giddy and excited to wait for him to get off work. Only he didn’t get home until after midnight and I barely woke up to him crawling into bed. Guilt filled me as his alarm went off before mine and he had to get up and leave early the next day, too. Our relationship seemed to be added more stress to his work load, but

PAUL’S P.O.V.I couldn’t take my eyes off Lydia as she walked through my living room, pulling her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head, wearing nothing but my shirt. My head dropped back, and I groaned as she turned, the shirt lifting just enough to show a peak at her perfect ass. Fuck, she looked so good. I was never going to get over how lucky I was to have her here in my home, in my arms, and in my bed. As she bent over and opened the fridge, I couldn’t take it any more and got up quickly from the couch. “Wow,” She mused as she looked around. “I’m impressed.” Glancing over her shoulder, I stared at my fridge full of food. Up until now, I was spending all my money at the cafe when I wanted a home cooked meal. Now, I had a cook book for dummies and had gone out and purchased every ingredient that was listed in the book so I was prepared. “Nope,” I said as she reached for something, pulling her back by her hips. Lydia laughed, spinning to face me. “What do you mean