Wrong Room Sleeping With My Fiances Uncle Novels & Stories

he hissed in a hushed voice, his eyes glancing frantically inside the room as if he were watching out for his uncle. I pulled my arm away from his grip, giving him a fierce glare. "Don't you dare touch me again," I snapped. Two years wasn't enough for me to forget the pain and humiliation he caused. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have ended up spending that reckless night with David.

After I took her home from the hospital, I allowed her to stay in my room as per the request from Lucas. She must have told him we didn't stay in the same room, though I was mad at her for telling him I decided to let it slide and welcome her back to my room. “I don't care what it was. We were intimate, and you said you loved me.” I gritted my teeth, feeling stupid for my terrible mistake. I had taken care of her in my room. Then, one night, I came home drunk, and we had sex. I swear I thought she was Andrea.

He smiled at my excited look. "I'm glad you like our room," he said, making me halt in my steps as my face lost its smile. "What do you mean 'our' room?" "Ava, I'm sorry, but we only have one room here. My uncle used to live alone, so he didn't see the need for two bedrooms," he explained, eyes locked onto mine. "Oh," I muttered. "But you know we can't sleep in one room. I know we're married, but seeing the circumstances surrounding it, I think it's best if we sleep in separate places," I responded, my tone turning into a whisper by the end.

As I lifted the blanket to lie down for a bit, I froze mid-motion and stared at the bare back of a man in my freaking bed. “What the hell kind of monster is that?” I whispered, dropping the blanket on the man’s muscular back and rushing out of my room to confront my uncle. “Who is it? Who’s in my room? Did you rent it out to some wrestler?” I started yelling right away, and before my uncle could answer, I heard a very familiar voice shout from inside the bedroom. “Can you two argue somewhere else? I’m kinda trying to rest here.” My jaw, oh my jaw, dropped to the floor. My eyes widened as I saw my uncle’s wide grin.

“What are you doing here,” I whispered in shock. Felix stared at his uncle in shock, “Uncle, what do you mean your woman? That's my fiancée.“ Alex stared at Felix with a serious face, the aura around him clearly screamed danger. “How is she your fiancée when her sister is the mother of your child?“ The whole room gasped, they weren't expecting that amount of gossip. “No wonder Valentina is always with him,” someone in the crowd commented. When she noticed that all eyes were on her, she shut up.

The last thing she needed was for Charlotte and Jason to get wind of their encounter. Unfortunately, Charlotte had already read her lips, and her eyes widened as she pieced everything together. “OMG!” she gasped a little too loudly. “Jasmine, don’t tell me you slept with your ex-fiance's uncle? That’s what you did last night, isn’t it?” A collective gasp erupted from the crowd, and Jasmine's heart sank. Her hands fisted the sides of her dress as panic flared within her. This is what she was trying to avoid.

“Hell knows if I knew I had a niece with a pussy this tight, I’d have hopped on the first flight and come down here the second I divorced my ex-wife.” My pussy flutters around him, my neck losing power as my orgasm slams into me. Mom mutters something intelligible in her sleep and uncle Connor and I freeze, thinking we’re about to get caught. It’s downright risky and foolish having sex with my father’s brother in front of him whether or not he’s sleeping. But the added danger heightens my arousal until an audible squelch can be heard whenever that fat penis slides into me.

I argued, hands shivering as jealousy burst through me. No, I am not jealous. I am engaged, and he is my Uncle-in-law. “His working hours are over, so this is his free time, and he can use it anyhow he wants with his lover, but I will plead with him to attend to you” She rolled her eyes, and pushed her hair back before jumping off the table. Lover? My eyes itched with painful tears. He had a lover and was all over my body yesterday? He was just using me.

I'd only met him a handful of times at family events, but Julian had made one thing very clear. "Stay away from Uncle Viktor." My face burned. "Uncle Viktor..." My throat suddenly felt dry. "Since when did you become a...?" "A gigolo?" he finished for me. I couldn't even answer. "I'm not." The two simple words broke me. "Then... why are you in my room?" He didn't look offended. If anything, he seemed strangely calm. "This," he said evenly, "is my room." I frowned harder. "No. Paige booked me Room 1408."

I was standing near the edge of the room, finally alone for a moment, when Marcus found me. "You look happy," he said, though his tone suggested the opposite observation entirely. "Married to my uncle. That's quite the upgrade." "Don't." "I'm just saying. A few weeks ago you were crying in my driveway, and now look at you." He stepped closer than was comfortable, close enough that I caught the smell of whiskey on his breath. "Tell me something. Does he know? About us? About everything we had before all this?" "There is no us, Marcus. There hasn't been for weeks."