Entangled With My Ex's Uncle の小説・ストーリー

“That’s not the whole story, is it?” I shake my head, trying to stay grounded in my version of reality. “When I was eighteen, my uncle passed away. He didn’t have any other family, so he left everything to me—his business, his estate. Ryan was involved with his work, that’s how we met. We dated for a bit, but I eventually left. Moved here to focus on my writing.” Lucas steps closer, his eyes narrowing with newfound curiosity. “What was your uncle’s name? What kind of businesses did he run?”

I needed to stop this. The thought arrived clear and urgent through the warmth that was currently making it very difficult to think about anything else. I needed to stop this right now, because this was Ares Callahan, and I was standing in his bedroom in the middle of the night, and whatever was happening in this small charged space between us was something I had absolutely no business letting happen. He was Derek's uncle. I was Derek's wife. "Ares." My voice was not as steady as I needed it to be. "I'm still married to Derek. He's your nephew. This—" I gestured vaguely at the space between us, the small impossible distance. "I'm his wife."

"Your mother and I had dreams for you, Knoxville. We wanted you to spread love and kindness, not bitterness and anger." "Aunty, I'm sorry I'm not the man you thought I'd be," I said, my voice laced with regret. "They've made me out to be wicked, and I've lost so much because of him. I have to stop him... Please, ensure no one discovers I'm the CEO of this company, or that I'm partnering with the Scofield family." Aunty Rachael's expression turned understanding, her eyes sparkling with memories. "Ah, you're bringing back history, Knoxville," she said, a hint of a smile. "Your mom and Lora Scofield shared a special bond. He even spoke of Electra being her daughter-in-law one day."

Her heart missed a beat. She turned to look at Sasha and frowned, her tone serious. "Sasha, you are overthinking. He is Clark's uncle, which means he is my elder. The situation was critical at that time. He just acted out of an elder's concern for a junior." "Huh? He is your husband's uncle?" Sasha opened her mouth wide in shock. "Oh my god, that is too dramatic... But, even if he is an uncle, that look in his eyes was too impure..."

Xena. I gasped for breath, my legs still aching from the last round. Yet Dante stood over me like this was nothing but probably another of his one night stands. The bed was wet beneath me, wet from my juices. I stared at the ceiling for a while, the memories of his cock inside of me played over and over again. "Are you alright?” He asked, buttoning up his shirt. "I can't believe," I said slowly, still not looking at him, "that I just slept with my ex-husband's uncle."

I bounced off the bed like I’d been electrocuted, sheets tangling around my legs. No, no no! This is nothing but a mad joke. The man who had fucked me senseless for hours last night is my ex husband's uncle!

I muttered to myself, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of my emotions. I shouldn't feel this way towards him! First of all, he's the uncle of my ex. If that isn't improper already, then I don't know what is. Secondly, he's destined to date someone wealthy. I'm certain his grandfather would go berserk once he discovered that I, someone he despised for "influencing" Bryse to disobey him, was being linked to Rue. And last but not least, we had a deal. Once I failed at this job, I promised not to show myself to him again. At the time we agreed on that, it seemed like a convenient arrangement. Now, I'm not so sure anymore.

She knew her uncle's visit was either to ask for money or insult her. “Get ready tonight, you must attend the engagement party, you don't want to make our family look bad now do you?” Her uncle asked, looking at her with his cold gaze. Eva just wanted to disappear, her paining limbs rest to protest but she knew there was no way of escaping it. Nodding her heavy head slightly she managed to get a smile out of her uncle's stoic face. “That's my girl, be happy for your cousin sweetie, you know Calvin never really loved you, right?” He said adding salt to the wound.

No one was around to stare at us. "I'm his uncle or maybe...step uncle" he replied calmly. Oh no... This is insane. I broke up with Rowan and slept with his uncle on the same day. Is this some kind of... bad luck or...as they call it in books and movies, twist of fate?

The attorney says stiffly. A couple of hours later we are in a plush office in Boston and a man who has the same blond curls as Ambrose and looks much like an older, more wealthy version of my man is walking in. He walks right up to Ambrose. “I am sorry, that I have not met you until now, I was not permitted the opportunity. I am a very private man since my divorce and work solely out of my home, so rarely go out in public, but have inquired about you often. I am your Uncle Marcel, this he reaches behind him is my partner, Ted. My ex-wife let us keep the children, and I would love to introduce you to your cousins later. You can stay with us tonight!” I am surprised by his congeniality.