All Chapters of Pleasured by my Ex-Husband’s Uncle: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

PATRICK ~•~ The next few days at work were a different kind of hell and it wasn’t because anything specific was happening there. I just hated it. I hated having to work while I still had a lot on my mind, most of which had to do with my ex-wife and the fact that I couldn’t do much about it. I couldn’t convince her to leave him. I couldn’t convince her that he didn’t take her seriously. I could barely even convince myself. I’d done nothing to my uncle so I couldn’t even say it was an act of revenge against me. I couldn’t convince myself that he was only doing it to spite me. It was odd. The man had never been publicly linked to a woman. Most women he met never lasted a long time in his bed, but if he was the one she was with right after she divorced me, then this had been going on for a few months. That was too long for my uncle. The novelty should have worn off already. He should have dumped her already but instead, he was going against everyone in the family for her. Was she

MELANIE~•~Christian and I had agreed to be discreet so I wasn’t exactly sure how word got out but that was the reason I was trying to be discreet in the first place.I was in the break room, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing when one of my colleagues walked in. I couldn’t recall his name but we’d been in the same meetings before. “Morning, Melanie.”And apparently he knew my name too. I smiled at him. “Morning.”“Heard you’re taking the lead on the restructuring,” he said in a pleasant tone as he grabbed a mug from the rack. “Must be nice.”My eyebrows furrowed and I glanced at him. “What must be nice?”“Working directly with the boss.” He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve been working here for six years and have never even gotten a nod from him. You’ve been here four months and he’s handing you the biggest file already.”The scrunch on my eyebrows deepened. What the hell was he talking about? “I was brought in for the audit,” I pointed out. “On contract.”“Right, t

MELANIE~•~I was stuck on my project.It wasn’t because it was hard for me. It wasn’t. I was going through a proposal that I could recite in my sleep, but every time I got to the end, my brain drifted back to a man standing still as his golf ball floated past the hole.Nothing extraordinary happened over the weekend. He’d made pancakes, teased me as usual, lost a mini golf game even if he was apparently skilled at playing regular golf, and given in to me when I asked for ice cream for lunch.I caught myself smiling at my monitor and straightened immediately. I was becoming the type of woman who couldn’t stop thinking about her boyfriend, and I hated that I didn’t mind it.Donna walked past my glass wall and gave me a look, then she paused and turned around, walking into my office. I forced my expression to remain normal as I said, “Hi.”“You’re dating our boss, aren’t you?” She asked, going straight to the point.My face fell. Donna was one of the few people who were nice to me. Was

MELANIE~•~Christian had enough time to help me pack my things the next morning before work, then he disappeared for the rest of the day, burying himself in meetings after meetings. I had meetings of my own to attend so I didn’t have time to miss him as much.I was halfway back to my office after a late-morning meeting on Friday when Lane stepped into my path. I was taken aback as it had been a while since we crossed each other’s paths and our last interaction hadn’t exactly been pleasant.She didn’t look like she had come to exchange pleasantries this time either. Her arms were crossed. I stopped a few feet away and tried not to sigh out loud. “Lane.”“Melanie.” She tilted her head. “Busy morning?”I gave her a tight smile. “Same as usual.”“I just wanted to congratulate you.”My instinct told me not to ask but I asked anyway. “On?”“Moving on so quickly.” She stated plainly like it was obvious. “Some people take years to get over a marriage. You managed it in what… three months?”I

MELANIE~•~My palm was still stinging when I reached Christian’s building.I sat in the car for a minute with the engine off, flexing my fingers. I had slapped Vivian in front of a café full of people and poured a latte over her head. She had been too shocked to do anything but gape at me as I walked out.I should have felt ashamed, but I didn’t. Instead, it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Vivian had been a thorn in my ass for the longest time. Whenever Patrick and I had problems, she liked to fan the flames and imply silly things about me, making every argument worse than they should have been.Even now that I was no longer in her life, she just couldn’t leave me alone. I didn’t know why she was meeting up with Lane. I didn’t know how they managed to link up in the first place.Christian was waiting in the living room when I entered. His head snapped up at my arrival. “Where’d you go?” He asked, standing up to meet me. “I texted you back but never got a response