My Fiance's Uncle's Property

Chapter nine

Eveline.

Morning arrives with sunlight I'm not used to, slanting through unfamiliar curtains at an angle my body hasn't learned yet. I lay there for a full minute just listening.

I remember my interaction with Lucian earlier in the day. I know he didn't slip when he mentioned ‘your father’. Lucian is too careful for that. And from what I've gathered about him so far, he wouldn't give me any piece of information if he doesn't want to.

I get up from bed, preparing myself for the long day ahead. Preparation for Harold's surgery starts today, and I have a class to attend today in school.

I get up, shower longer than necessary, and go downstairs already telling myself how focused I must be for the next few days — at least for the period of time that I will spend here. I will not think about his bare chest again today. I fail almost immediately.

He's in the kitchen. Dressed properly this time — shirt, sleeves rolled, coffee in hand, reading something on his phone with the same unbothered stillness he does everything with, like nothing in his life has ever been urgent enough to rush for.

He glances up when I walk in.

“You're dressed,” he says. “That's good, I also need to get to the hospital.”

My phone rings. It's Julian.

“Hey,” his voice comes through the phone. “I'm sorry I won't be able to pick you up from Lucian's villa. I have something I need to take care of.”

I wasn't expecting him anyway. But it's just Julian, and his little friendly gestures here and there.

“It's okay, I can ride with Lucian today. Thank you!” I say, ending the call from my end.

"There's coffee," he says. "You'll want to start your day off strong, and before you ask — no, we're not finishing last night's conversation over breakfast."

"I wasn't going to ask."

I know he's not telling me anytime soon. I'll save myself the stress, and get my information more strategically.

I pour myself a cup. I take the cup to my mouth. Finally getting the chance to see him without being all in my head — and not in a bar, I scan through his face, his well-defined jawline, his dark grey eyes that feel like he can already see me.

Fuck! This dude is hot, he could pass as a model, but he's too predatory for that.

***

The day went by faster than I expected.

I walk into Harold's room, seeing him and Lucian. I pay no attention to the latter, and focus on Harold.

“How was class dear?” he asks in a frail voice.

“It was good. I have an assignment due for Monday, so it's a busy weekend ahead of me.”

“Nothing my little pumpkin cannot handle,” he smiles. He hasn't called me that in a while, I miss that part of him.

“Pumpkin?” Lucian interrupts. “What is she? 10?” He teases with a complete straight face, how can he keep a straight face after a joke? He is so unpredictable.

***

Lucian’s pov.

I cross my neck with the thermometer that was on the table beside Harold's bed.

“We ran some tests,” I say to the room, “We might need to study you for a few days before the surgery, Harold.” I look at him.

“Does that mean I'll have to stay in your villa for longer?” Eveline protests.

I focus on Harold.

“It's okay pumpkin, you're safe there, and it's easier to come see me when you're there,” Harold encourages her.

“I'm always safe Harold, is there a reason why I won't be safe anywhere else?”

“Just listen to your uncle girl, and stop being stubborn,” I interrupt, narrowing my eyes at her.

***

The drive back to the villa was faster than I thought it would be.

Eveline rushes in as we highlight from the car. I won't stop her.

I head straight to the kitchen, rolling my sleeves and unbuttoning my shirt half way.

I pour myself a glass of water, then I hear footsteps down the stairs.

She comes into sight, in a silk night gown, with her n*****s poking through it. It feels like she wore it intentionally to torture me.

“What's for dinner?” I ask.

“What am I? Your slave?”

I c**k an eyebrow. She walks to the counter, stands beside me and pours herself a cup of water.

“If you need a cook, you should hire one,” she adds.

I look at her, my eyes scanning to her plump lips without meaning to, then further to her chest, her n*****s poking through her dress, making something twist inside of me.

She walks closer, closing the distance between us. Is she really trying to torture me. My c**k throbbed at her audacity.

I pin her against the counter.

“What are you doing Eve?” I growl, her sexy eyes digging into mine with so much need.

I stop thinking. I lock my lips into hers, tasting her. I run my right hand through her dark hair, and the other, I massage her right breast.

Exploring her mouth, I feed into her desire, and she follows my lead. We continue kissing with so much sync, I feel my c**k rock hard.

I want to f**k this audacity out of her. The only person who gets to make the first move is me.

I trail down her neck, licking and kissing, tasting her skin. Gosh! She tastes so f*****g good.

She wraps her hands around my shoulders, I lift onto the counter, she sits with her thighs open to receive me in between her legs.

I continue trailing down her skin, tasting her desire, she pulls the strap of her dress down, and proceeds to use her free hand to cup my c**k.

I jerk in shock. Leaving her in the kitchen, I head up the stairs.

What the actual f**k am I doing?!

Harold trusted me. James trusted me with his own daughter. And I am here trying to f**k her, even if she made the first move.

Sixteen years. I am sixteen f*****g years older than Eve, I'm old enough to be her father. And my c**k is currently hard for a child I am old enough to father?!