Wrong Room Sleeping With My Fiances Uncle Novels & Stories

And I wondered why Ace's scent lingered when he wasn't present, or at least, I believed it was his scent. I must have dozed off while thinking about Ace when the sounds of bumping and loud voices outside my room startled me awake. It seemed my aunt and uncle were having one of their usual disagreements. I can attest that I've never heard my uncle strike my aunt, which is a relief. Just as I thought about it, I heard my aunt scream out, saying" Get your hands off me. While laying on my bed I heard the door knob jiggle before she tried to enter my room, I jumped up and ran to the door, but it was too late by the time I go to the door to lock it she had opened it with a tall guy standing behind

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?

His voice had taken on that smug, self-assured tone he always used when he spoke about his family. My mind keeps drifting back to the alley, to the man with the gun and those intense grey eyes. The world around me felt static, a dull hum compared to the vivid, dangerous memory of that encounter. With feigned curiosity, I cut him short and ask, “And how about your uncle? You’ve mentioned him a few times, but I don’t know much about him.” Josh’s response is terse. “He’s fine.” He gives me a suspicious glance, clearly wondering why I’d brought up his uncle out of the blue. I play it cool.

The only thing that was bothering me was that I was about to ask him if I could use the secret room because that is the only place that is big enough for what I plan on doing. “Can i…” “You can make use of the abandoned room, it is time to clean up the mess there.” I was shocked to hear what he said it was as if he read my mind and knew that I was about to ask him for the room. “Thank you, I will make good use of the room.” I said to him and excitedly walked away. While I was excitedly walking to my room upstairs I heard my phone ring, immediately I brought it out of my pocket and recognized the number. “It’s aunt Alicia.” I muttered to myself while I was staring at the phone ringing. I didn

In the middle of the night, I woke to use the bathroom. I was squished between the two of them. As I started to move, I put a leg over Uncle Frank to get out of bed. I was going to have to climb over him. While attempting this, Frank grabbed me by my hips, holding me in place on top of him. His quickness startled me. "Fuck...Sorry, Uncle Frank," I whispered. "I need to go to the bathroom. I didn't mean to wake you up," I said before attempting to move from his grasp.

So, if you ate breakfast alone, where was your uncle? "They said he left very early, and he didn't even sleep in his room. Is he avoiding you?" "No, he isn't avoiding me at all. I think I was sleepwalking or something. I woke up in his bed." She gasps. "But you never sleepwalk. How did that happen?" "Like I said, I have no idea." "Gee, Jeanet! If I didn't know better, I would think you wanted my uncle." "Ew! No." I make a face.

A grin spread across my face as I realized he was likely aware of the sounds of our earlier intimacy. “Are we making too much noise for you to sleep, uncle-in-law?” I called out. His frown only deepened in response, which only made me smile wider. But then his words cut through the air, a sharp reminder of the line I had unknowingly crossed. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself for fucking my niece, knowing that I've done the same to you?”

~SEREN~ My stomach twists so violently that I feel like I might vomit the midnight snack I'd managed to scarf down last night. Uncles? These men—the same ones who had become a hot, pleasurable, yet unfortunate mistake in my life—were Julian's uncles? I'd slept with my husband's uncles. The realization hits me, and it hits hard. My heart hammers painfully against my ribs while my throat tightens. Still, I force my expression to remain neutral. Or at least, I try to.

As far as she was concerned, they were cut from the same cloth. She thrust her hands on her hips, meeting his gaze unblinking. She scoffed. “I had no idea who you were until I found your card. Why would I sleep with my fiancé’s uncle? And if I wanted to—even if I was that stupid—why would it be with the family’s black sheep?” His gaze darkened. “What?”

But on the other hand, she didn't want to leave because the house held too many precious memories of her parents. "You really have no shame, Mia. Whatever happened between our parents, you used to be my best friend. You had the nerve to have an affair with your own best friend's fiancé, and now... you want us to live under the same roof? What a joke!" Stella shouted, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to contain her anguish.