My Fiance's Uncle's Property

Chapter ten

Julian.

The bed creaks aggressively as I pump into her hard, filling her for the second time after last night.

Having Aniya around has made it easy to get p***y anytime, any day, and as much as I want. She's such a freak.

She's on all fours rocking back and forth on my c**k, getting filled.

“Ah, f**k yes Julian,” she's chanting my name like a prayer. “Harder Julian, harder.”

I go harder and faster, the bed creaks with the rhythm. The room is filled with moans, and the creeping of the bed, the kind of music I love to hear.

She continues rocking back and forth, taking every inch of me. I equally fill her hard, it's my kind of game to play after all.

I feel myself arriving at my climax, I go harder, f*****g the s**t out of her, until I came.

Post c*m realization hit me almost instantly, like it does every time we f**k.

“Ah… f**k Julian, if you continue to f**k me this well, I just might fall for you.”

Ew! Don't f**k this up for yourself, love. It won't end well.

“I f**k for my satisfaction, you should get yours as well in the process. Don't start attaching no strings now” I respond almost instantly. She needs to get that thought out of her head.

“Julian!”

I hear my mom's voice calling out to me from downstairs.

I drag my pants on, she mustn't come up and see us in this position. Even if I know she doesn't care who I sleep with, I know she wouldn't expect it to be Aniya.

I rush out the door, then down the stairs.

“Don't tell me you're just getting out of bed young man.” Mom glares at me.

“Not really mom, at least I'm awake now.”

“Go get dressed, you need to run a few errands, and help me put things together for dinner tonight,” she says.

“Dinner? What dinner?”

We rarely have dinner together in this house as a family. What's this dinner for?!

“Dinner for Lucian, silly. We have to make him think he's welcome here, and at least act like everything is good.”

“Since when are we not acting like everything is good? That's the motto of this family mom.”

“Shut it! If not that, we should at least say thank you for letting your ‘fiancée’ stay in his villa. Not like I give a shit.” she says, looking in a mirror in the dining room, as she applies more lipstick. Like the one she already has on is not enough.

***

Eveline.

Awkwardness fills the room as I try to make ‘us’ breakfast, while he drinks coffee behind me, at the counter.

After being rejected last night, I have not been able to look Lucian in the eyes, nor have I said a word to him.

I went to bed asking myself questions I had never thought of asking before.

Did he lose interest? Was my body not attractive enough? Did I not make him hard? Did my mouth while we kissed? Or my body?

I double flossed this morning, brushed my teeth twice, almost removed my tongue while scraping. I exfoliated, still using a scented soap and cream, to complement my deodorants and sprays.

How could he leave abruptly like that?!

It took a lot for me to summon the courage to make the first move, and he did that?

Who does he think he is?

And there he is, sipping coffee so nonchalantly, like nothing ever happened.

“When will breakfast be ready?” He growls from behind me.

I'm already transferring the pancakes to the plates at this point.

“It's just pancakes dude, relax!” I almost yelled.

Unnecessary tension is already filling the room.

“Dude?! Since when did you get so disrespectful?” He snaps.

I move the pancake plates to the counter. “‘Since’ now, what are you gonna do about it? DUDE!” I respond.

He ignores me, and just goes on reading whatever he's reading on his phone, and sipping his coffee.

He probably knows what I'm doing already. I'm the one studying psychology, he's the one with all the knowledge.

“Get ready for tonight, we were invited to dinner at Julian's. Linda Vale called”

“Okay,” I say, without another word.

***

The ride to the Vale mansion was brutally quiet. I don't know what's going through this man's head. I'm sure whatever happened last night will not be repeating itself. I guess he wants to keep this uncle-niece relationship as strict as possible.

And it's my fault, I'm thinking with my kitty and not my head — but how can I not throb for him? Flashbacks from the preamble he gave me at the hotel still make me wet. Still I feel every surge of disappointment, every time my mind goes back to last night.

The dinner decorations are the definition of simple yet extra. It's Linda after all, I didn't expect less.

“Eveline! Finally, you're here,” Julians says, walking down the stairs.

He walks straight to me, hugs me, and kisses me on the cheek, like the perfect couple that we are.

“I hate that we have to be far from each other. You know you could've stayed here at the mansion, right? You'll have your personal chauffeur that will take you in and out of the house.”

I know he doesn't mean that, he probably thought to himself ‘what would a typical fiancé say?’. How will he get his freedom to f**k whoever if I'm just next door? Cause I know I wouldn't sleep in his room.

“Aw, that's sweet Julian,” I respond with a sweet smile.

“The man called Lucian,” Linda walks up to us.

An awkward silence suddenly fills the room as Linda stands in front of Lucian, giving him a death stare, like if she could skin him alive right now, she would.

“Linda, it's been a minute. How are you?” Lucian breaks the silence and extends a hand to her for a handshake, which she returns and everything goes back to normal.

Why has there been so much tension within this family since Lucian returned?

I really do need to get to the bottom of this, because it almost looks like I'm the only one in the dark.