Forbidden Affairs With My Uncle

Ch 6 : Can I get tattoo here, Uncle?

•• DOMINICK ••

She went quiet again, her fingers crossed together while her lips pressed in a thin lip. It was as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find words to put it in her sentence.

And I don't know why I was overthinking about what she wanted to say to me, my eyes not leaving the sight of her tensed face. It was weird that I was feeling uneasy because of her silence, my chest was tightening in strange suffocation.

'Fuck... Why am I worrying about her?' I clenched my jaws, turning my face away from her.

"Don't worry I'll not say anything to your grandfather, happy now?"

However instead of thanking me, she sighed even more and groaned in annoyance. I turned my face at her and frowned, "You are sighing like an old lady. Seriously, what is it that you want?"

I stepped forward and sat down next to her and with the least interest tone asked again, "Will you say a damn word? Or are you planning on playing mute? You know I'm only tolerating your tantrums for the sake of repaying my debts to your grandfather!"

"So hurry up, and speak. I have enough money to get you limited edition video games or top brand clothes," I proudly smirked, thinking she will grab the opportunity. "Abigail, hurry up and tell me. It's a once in a while chance."

Her face remained low, her fingers clenching tightly on the hem of her skirt. I wondered if that's the crisis of young adults, feeling emotionally unstable and confused.

'Is she sad because I intervened between her fight with another girl? If she's mad about that, she's just petty and a grudge holder!'

Suddenly I felt something crawling on my arms and looked down. Abigail was tracing on my forearm's tattoos with great focus.

"What? You want tattoos too?" I chuckled, watching her lips pout.

"Yes, Uncle," she finally spoke, and raised her face up, her pure light green eyes staring into mine.

"Oh okay. Where do you want the tattoo? On your forearms?" I nonchalantly asked, getting curious about her interest in tattoos.

She rode her skirt up, revealing her inner thighs and guided my hand on her left thigh. "Here... Uncle," she whimpered in a very weird tone, placing my hand on her smooth skin.

My chest tightens, and I about to pull my hand away from her grasp but she leaned close to me. Her chest brushing against my arm, and pressing against my firm posture.

"Abigail... What are you doing?" I furrowed my brows however she doesn't seem to find anything awkward with whatever she was doing right now.

"Uncle... Please tell me, is it the right place to get the tattoo?" She purred, biting her lower lip and oh my goodness my jaws clenched together.

My heart started racing crazily for f*****g no reason. I couldn't understand why my body was reacting to the heavy breathed voice. My fingers splayed on her thigh, digging in her skin.

"Yes. You can get a tattoo there," I answered and removed my hand from her and got up.

"AHEM! Now, you should return to your class. I have office work to do."

I said hoping she would leave and I could breathe in relief. Her presence was strangely intoxicating to me with some kind of addictive feeling.

"I don't want to leave," she insisted, grabbing my hand. "I want to stay with you today, please don't send me out."

'Seriously! Is this girl kidding me?' I shot an annoyed glance at her and jerked her hand from mine and returned to my office desk.

"Do whatever you want to but make no noise. I'll kick you out if you disturb me," I coldly scolded her and sat down on my chair, turning on my laptop.

I pulled over my glasses on my nose's bridge and started typing the database of recently admitted students in the academy. Although senior accountants completed everything, I prefer to re-check in case they have missed some important details.

While typing my eyes looked at Abigail and she was taking off her shoes and socks for god knows what reasons. And the next second she takes off her school's blazer, showing off her tightly tucked in shirt.

I quickly turned my eyes to the laptop's screen, internally cursing myself for looking at my step niece wrongly. My fingers typed fasting on the keyboard as if I was fighting with myself.

"Uncle, can I sit here?" I heard the trouble maker's voice and before I could say anything she was already sitting in front of me, on my office desk, beside my laptop.

"What kind of behaviour is this, Abigail? Get down when I'm being nice!" I lost my cool, closing the laptop in rage

She smirked at me to piss me off even more. She raised her right foot and touched my chest, slowly tracing upto my shoulder.

"Are you f*****g out of your mind?" I shouted at her aggressively, grabbing her foot. "You should leave my office," I ordered, tightening my grip on her foot.

"Ahh, ouch that hurts," she cried in pain, "I don't want to leave, I have no-one to talk to."

"And that is not my problem! So, get out!"

I abandoned her foot and held her hand. I pulled her down from my desk but she insisted which caused her skirt to ride up her waist and her feet touched my thighs.

My gaze hardened as I tried to pretend like I didn't see anything and she quickly fixed her skirt.

"Get down!" I had enough of her nonsense, I wasn't stupid enough to not understand her intention. She wants to act crazy so that I expel her from the academy! Not under my watch!

"I-I'm sorry, Uncle...," as expected she sounded very insincere and immediately removed her feet from my thighs, and tried to get down.

Suddenly I noticed she stumbled upon and was about to fall down on her face. I quickly reached my hand and pulled her back, my arm wrapping around her waist.