Forbidden Affair With My Step Uncle

CHAPTER 6 : Rules are Made to be Broken.

ISABELLA’S POV ~

She stood there in front of Callahan’s bed, still wearing nothing but his white button-down shirt that barely covered my ass.

He disregarded my little smile and kept talking like every word hurt him more than the last.

“Thirdly, the reputation. Hale Global is currently under attack. Blackthorn is circling like a shark. If anyone finds out that I touched you even once, the tabloids will break us up. ‘Billionaire Step-Uncle Preys on Niece.’ Stock price tanks. The Board votes me out. Victor loses the last thing he has left, his company and his dignity.”

For the first time my expression faltered. She hadn’t thought about that part. But she kept her eyes on his anyway.

“Fourth,” he went on, quite gently, “Victor is in a hospital bed and he’s barely hanging on to life. Last week he called me and pleaded on his knees. Keep her safe, Cal. She means the world to me. I can’t figure out how to even face him if I have been intimate with his daughter. I can’t tell him that I broke all the rules he trusts me with.”

She looked sad on the outside, but inside her heart was still racing from the way he had looked at her when she walked in with the breakfast tray. She kept staring at him, waiting.

“Fifth,” he whispered , sounding somehow exposed and vulnerable, “I have not done casual for a long time. The second I let myself have you, no matter if it’s just once, the thought of you will haunt me day and night. Morning, evening, night. You’ll be in my bed, on my desk, on my yacht. There will be no one else for you. And when Victor finds out, and he definitely will, he won’t ever forgive either of us. You’ll be losing the only father figure you have left. I, on the other hand, will lose the only brother I have left.”

Silence stretched between them, thick and electric.

Callahan took a shallow breath.

“Those are the reasons, Isabella. Every single one of them. So now, here are the rules we’ll be abiding by from here on; ”

He counted them on his fingers as if to physically emphasize the contracts.

“One: No more crawling into my bed. No more midnight kitchen raids. No more wearing my shirts and nothing underneath.”

“Two: You will dress appropriately. Sundresses that actually cover you. No more flashing me your p***y like it’s a greeting card.”

“Three: You stay in your wing of the house. I stay in mine. Doors locked at night.”

“Four: The internship at Hale Global begins on Monday. You will behave like my intern, not like my… whatever this is. Professional. Distant.”

“Five: If you break any of the above rules, I will call Victor and tell him that you have to go back to New York right away. If need be, I will put you on the plane personally.”

He searched in her eyes, looking for something. She kept them Hazel and calm, full of the storm of seriousness behind them.

“Do you understand me?”

Isabella kept her eyes fixed on his until she had looked him in the eye for a long time. She started to slowly button up the shirt, from the top it covered the breasts and from the bottom it left a scandalously short hem.

She stepped away from the bed, picked up the tray, and headed for the door.

“Perfectly,” she replied, honey-sweet voice dripping with poison. “I understand all of the rules, Uncle Cal.”

She stopped at the door as she was leaving, looked back over her shoulder, and the shirt had ridden up showing the lower curve of her bare ass.

“But rules are made to be broken and I’ve always been very, very good at breaking them.”

Hips swaying as she walked away.

Callahan was still in that bed, heart thumping, c**k probably still hard under the sheet. I could picture him staring at the empty doorway where I had just been, hands trembling a little.

He was imagining coming downstairs after me. Bending me over the same marble island in the kitchen and f*****g every single rule straight out of both of us.

And right then and there, in his own head… he was already breaking rule number one.I bit my lip and kept walking.

This was only day one.

And Uncle Cal was already losing.