My Forbidden Lover is my Dad's Best friend

Chapter 3

“Forget what I just said. It's nothing.”

I saw the way Uncle's cheeks turned a shade of pink, and it only added to his charm. I can’t believe he’s blushing!

But there was something in Uncle's eyes that made me feel like he had something important to say. It was almost as if I could understand his unspoken words just by looking at him. The way he gazed at me was different, and it filled me with a sense of anticipation.

It's hard to describe, but his look gave me a feeling of excitement. To get out from the tension, I asked him, "Are you hungry, Uncle? Let me heat up the food for you," I suggested. Uncle agreed with a nod, so I took out the dish that Dad had saved for him from the fridge. Since we didn't have a microwave, I warmed up the brisket in a pan. After transferring the heated dish, I placed the pan on the sink and accidentally touched it.

"Ouch! That's hot!" I cried out, almost dropping the pan. Thankfully, I managed to keep it from falling to the ground.

"Oh no, why did you..." I was taken aback when Uncle suddenly appeared by my side. He was so close that our bodies touched.

He gently took hold of my hand, which was red from the burn.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked with worry, examining my hand.

"I'm fine, Uncle. I just forgot it was hot," I reassured him, trying to steady my nerves. My heart was racing, and my throat felt dry as I felt the warmth of Uncle's chest against my arm. I could feel the power of his muscles beneath his polo shirt.

I couldn't help but keep my eyes open, taking in the pleasant scent of Uncle that filled my nostrils…

Uncle's actions always leave me feeling uneasy. It's like my whole body tenses up, even my cat seems to sense the tension. It's like a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. But now, with my burnt finger in his mouth, I felt a wave of weakness wash over me.

"Please, Uncle," I managed to say, my voice trembling. Uncle seemed to struggle, as if he had something caught in his throat.

"What's the matter? Your finger is red from the burn. Let me help," he insisted, taking the plate from me to tend to the dish.

I took a step back from Uncle. It's hard to relax when he's nearby. My legs felt like jelly. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him as he turned away. I noticed the muscles in his arm as he adjusted his shirt. Uncle was so composed yet casual. I found myself fixated on his every move. Glancing at his empty seat, memories of Melissa and I, sneaking around my room watching an adult film flooded my mind.

Uncle's body is just perfect, making him look even more attractive. Then I glanced at his thigh. He may be relaxed, but I can't help but imagine his strong muscles.

"Come with me, baby," Uncle surprised me with his invitation. He turned towards me, leaving me completely stunned.

"You know your way around the kitchen," I commented. I didn’t even notice that he'd finished heating up the food.

"It's simple, Dianne. I just heated up your meal," Uncle said with a sweet smile. "Let's eat," he added, pulling himself towards the chair. I took the initiative to serve rice on Uncle's plate, and he didn't complain.

"Uncle, is it true that you're still single?" I asked him after a while. He simply shook his head. "No girlfriend either?" I couldn't help but feel excited.

Should I consider becoming Uncle's girlfriend? A suggestion from my clever brain.

"Well, it seems impossible. You're handsome, yet you don't have a girlfriend," I remarked. I didn't say anything further. It's true, though. It seems highly unlikely for someone of his age to not be in a relationship.

"You know, Dianne, it's really hard for someone my age to find a woman who will be upfront and honest with me. Most of the people I get involved with seem to only be interested in my money. It's a real challenge to find someone who can truly understand me," he sighed, his words carrying a sense of disappointment.

"What is it that you need someone to understand, Uncle?" I asked, watching a mischievous grin spread across his face, causing my heart to skip a beat.

"I'm not quite sure myself. Maybe it's because I haven't come across the woman who will capture my attention. But now, it feels like I've found her," he said with a mysterious smile that made me furrow my brows. I couldn't help but frown—a clear indication that Uncle had feelings for someone else.

"Is she nice, Uncle?" I inquired, my curiosity tinged with a hint of annoyance. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards this mysterious woman. I scolded myself internally, wondering why I even entertained the thought that Uncle might have feelings for me too. Yes, I do have strong feelings for him, and I admit it with complete sincerity and honesty. It's more than just a simple crush. It seems like things are about to get complicated. I nervously bit my lip.

"Yes, she's incredibly beautiful," he responded, his gaze fixed on my face as if he were telling me that I was beautiful. The way he spoke the words sent shivers down my spine. "By the way, Dianne, I want you to come with me to New York this week so we can start this new chapter together."

"Start a new chapter together..."

“You can work for me while waiting for your classes to start. That will help you get used to city life. I mean, if that’s okay with you.”

"It's alright, Uncle. I can come over whenever you need me," I responded, my words carrying a touch of uncertainty.

"That's great! You can stay in my condo, if that works for you."

"My dad already mentioned that to me. I don't want to inconvenience you."

"No, actually, I'd prefer if you stayed with me at home. I've heard you're an amazing cook."

"Oh, yes, I do have some skills in the kitchen," I replied.

"Well, then you must let me taste your cooking... Your culinary talents are more than enough payment for my help," Uncle said, smiling. What he said seemed like a joke and I laughed with him. But there is really a shadow in his eyes that’s making me self-conscious.

It seemed like Uncle was testing my boundaries. He had his own hidden intentions. So, I stopped laughing. How could I laugh when he was being so serious?

"No need to worry, Uncle. I understand that you must be exhausted from your journey, and it's getting late. You can sleep in my room," I suggested. Unfortunately, I haven't had the chance to change the sheets since he slept there earlier. We do have another room available, but it's currently being used to store old household items. I don't have enough time to clean it up for him. Since my dad's room is downstairs, my room is the only option for him to sleep in.

Uncle looked at me curiously and asked, "And where will you be sleeping, my dear?" He seemed to be hinting at the idea of us sharing a bed.

"I can sleep on the sofabed in my study room that Dad built," I exclaimed. "It's the perfect size for me." I knew that Uncle wouldn't be able to fit in it with his size. Although it was technically inside my room, there was a partition and a curtain on the door.

"Alright, I'll go first, and then you can use the bathroom," he said, bidding me farewell. I nodded in agreement and took care of my own needs before heading back to my room. To my surprise, Uncle wasn't in bed, so he must have been in the bathroom. I grabbed some sleepwear from my closet and changed into my underwear.

As I swung open the bathroom door, I was completely caught off guard to find Uncle standing there, draped in my towel. His intense gaze locked onto me, and I couldn't help but be captivated by his irresistible charm. His physique was truly a sight to behold, a feast for the eyes.

"Apologies for borrowing your towel," he blurted out, mischief twinkling in his eyes. It seemed like he didn't mind being barely dressed in front of me.

"N-no worries," I stuttered, feeling my cheeks flush with warmth.

"Are you planning to stay in this room as well?" His unexpected question threw me off balance as he approached me. It was as if he wanted to proudly display his magnificent body before me. But there was nothing to be embarrassed about when it came to Uncle's physique. That's why I couldn't help but keep my gaze fixed on him.

"No, actually, my room is on the other side," I replied, gesturing towards the partition on my left.

"Hmm..." he responded, nodding his head. His eyes wandered towards the bathroom door, adorned with a playful Hello Kitty curtain, and a faint smile graced his lips. I hurriedly made my way into the bathroom. While taking a shower, the realization struck me that Uncle had used my towel.

"Uncle!" I called out to him, "you might want to grab a towel to dry yourself." There was no response, so I cautiously cracked open the door, ensuring my body remained hidden.

To my surprise, Uncle stood right in front of me when I opened the door wider. He glanced past me, mischief dancing in his eyes, before reaching for the towel. It was only when I closed the door that I understood the reason behind his mischievous smile.

Uncle could catch a glimpse of my bare back through the expansive mirror in the bathroom. My face flushed with embarrassment, yet there was an inexplicable sensation stirring within me…