JUNE
Mark and I only stayed in their house for an hour before he drove me to my house.
Kristin didn't try to call me after I angrily disconnected, and I didn't attempt to contact him, preferring to pretend like I wasn't jealous of the woman who can be with my uncle because she was not related to him.
Why do I have to be related to him?
Not that I mind, but Kristin sure as hell minded about the relationship. He's determined to treat me like a thirteen-year-old niece, who's not ready for dating, and will never be.
I sneaked into my house to change my clothes before I joined Mark. I threw on a black bicker bum short, which I paired off with an off-shoulder crop white top.
The top showed off my perfect flat tummy, while my bum short hugged my butt, making me look as alluring as hell
