Dumping him for his uncle Novels & Stories

Joseph just stared at Uncle Benjamin with a look of despair. “You don't understand. You don't understand…” “I don't understand!!?” Uncle Benjamin roared. “How dare you say this. You bastard!!” He flung Joseph to the side of the room with all of the strength his frail elderly body could spare. “Uncle please stop!” Sarah screamed. The sound of her voice annoyed me greatly. What else did the bitch want? She had been Joseph's little toy but after finding out my uncle was a bigger billionaire than the richest man in the world she dumped him like an unwanted toy.

Daniel said, patting my shoulder. “Got it!” I said quickly, nerves shot. I crumpled Uncle Vincent’s letter and tossed it in the trash. Heartbreaking, really. Why did his genuine proof of love have to end up in the garbage? Because it’s too late. We were never meant to be. He should know that by now. ---

He came early because he wanted to see me unsettled. “Then enjoy your stay,” I said, and tried to walk around him. His hand closed around my wrist. It was not rough, but it was firm enough to stop me. “What is the hurry?” he asked quietly. I turned to face him again. I would not let him see fear. “Release me.” He did not. “I heard something interesting,” he continued, his tone almost casual. “Is it true? You are going to be my uncle’s breeder?” The word burned.

Still smell that maddening vanilla and salt. The heavy oak doors didn't just open; they hit the wall with a hollow thud. I didn’t turn around. I didn't need to. The scent of unearned arrogance and cheap cologne told me exactly which Kingsley had decided to commit suicide tonight. "You’re a hard man to reach, Uncle," Julian snapped. I took a slow, deliberate sip of my drink, watching his reflection in the window. He looked pathetic. His tie was loose, his eyes were wild, and his Alpha aura was leaking out of him like air from a punctured tire. He was desperate.

I hadn't expected it and I didn't know what to do with my face, so I just looked back at him and hoped nothing too obvious was showing. He looked tired. That was the first thing. The bone-deep, behind-the-eyes kind of tired that had nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with the last forty-eight hours — the funeral, the will, the stranger who turned out to be his uncle, the inheritance that had been quietly rerouted around him while he wasn't paying attention. His face in this light, without the armor of the office or the dining room or any audience to perform composure for, looked younger than usual. More unguarded. More human. "This whole thing," he said quietly. His voice was low

Uncle commanded impatiently so I immediately knelt in front of him with his legs spreading, my hands were shaking as I slowly grab my uncle's huge dick. "Ahh, fuck! Don't make me wair any longer anymore, I've been lusting over you for a long time now, Nicklaus. I want my huge dick inside your mouth now." Uncle said and he suddenly pulled my hair and pulled my face towards his crotch, his huge duck hit my cheek and I just inhaled when I smelled the mixture of his soap and sweat.

“Are you trying to get back at me or something?” I let out a breath, resisting the urge to throw something at his face. “This might come as a shock to you but I really don’t give a shit about you. If that’s the reason you came here, you can leave now. I was on my way out.” I faked a smile at him and tried to move past him but he didn’t let me. Of course. He held my hand in a deathly tight grip. “Since you cried your way out of the room, you’ve been dressing like a slut and hovering around my uncle. What the fuck are you up to?”

Cum overflowed, dripping down my legs. Liam knocked again. "Hello?" Uncle pulled out slow, cum gushing. Wiped his cock on my ass cheek. Untied me quick, dress falling down. Sticky mess under, thighs slick. "Coming!" I called, voice shaky. Uncle unlocked, opened. Liam stood there, frowning. "What took so long?" "Wine hunting." Uncle held a bottle, casual. His hand on my ass, squeezing possessive through the dress. Liam eyed us weird. "Smells funny down here."

“His uncle handled everything. He didn’t want you to wake up to see his body… he thought it would destroy you.” A loud sob escaped my throat. My knees buckled, and I collapsed to the ground, unable to hold myself up any longer.

"Hey, buddy? What did you bring your favorite uncle?" "You're my only uncle and I brought you a shirt. Dad said you'd love it" Zander said. "If your father said I'd love it then I will definitely not love it. Let's see it, the sooner the disappointment, the faster I'll get over it"