Page 135 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

EMILY’S POV.

I returned to my room, and sat on my bed. My foot began to move restlessly, while my thumb stayed in my mouth. Despite being with Lucas, I hated the fact that I was still married to John, and was therefore stuck with him. If only there was a way to break free from him completely.

But then, even with my rage, I could still feel my heart thundering. What would have happened if he’d caught us? What would he say? What exactly would happen?

When I had heard his voice, it felt like my heart was going to leap out of my chest. My knees had felt wobbly, and my head had gone all muddy. I couldn’t even think well.

Even while hiding behind the drapes, it was a fight not to move, and cause them to shake.

With that, I got up from the bed, and took the chair in front of my desk. Bending slightly, I took out my sketchbook from a drawer, and placed it on the table.

“He’s crazy if he thinks I’m his wife. He’s completely crazy.

Damn him.” I spat, and began to sketch designs into the book.

I didn’t have a particular design in my head.

I just went with the flow, accepting whatever stroke my hand made.

The next day, after taking my bath, I left my room, and walked around cautiously, not wanting to bump into John.

Outside, in front of the pool, Sadie sat on a beach chair, with her phone in her hands. Then, she spotted me.

“Emily.” She called, tapping on the beach chair next to her; I walked to her, and sat.

“How’s your leg?” I asked.

“Healing quite nicely.” She replied.

“Have you seen John this morning?” I asked.

“Nope.”

“By the way, shouldn’t you be in school?”

“Nope, I have a one-week break, thanks to your wedding. So, have you and Lucas gone on your first date yet?” She asked, putting a long slice of watermelon into her mouth. The juice dribbled down her chin, and she wiped it with her arm.

“The beach.”

“That’s so classic. Couldn’t there have been a more fun place for you guys to visit? There are lots of other romantic places to go than the beach.” She said, looking at me like I was the kid, and she the adult.

Sadie was a living oxymoron. Her clumsy way of eating the watermelon suggested she was still a kid, but the way she talked, and the way she looked at a person suggested she was mature.

“Okay, give an example of the trendy places to go on a date.”

“A ride on a cruise ship. A night party. A night picnic on the highest point of an hotel, looking down at all the beauty below. There’s just a lot of places you can go to.

Watching a horror movie at a cinema is fine too.

Deciding to try out all the restaurants in New York is another romantic moment too. ” She said, and I laughed.

“Trying out all the restaurants in New York?” I asked, with a raised brow.

“Don’t you know eating good food together strengthens a relationship?”

“How is that true?”

“You’re eating something you love, with someone you love, wouldn’t that be a blissful memory?” She asked, and I smiled.

“That’s quite true. But hey, how do you know all these things.”

“I’d like to say I was born with it, but really it’s the movies, YouTube channels, and novels.” She replied, making me laugh.

“Okay, you’re busted.”

“Ma’am?” A maid called, and I turned to her.

“Yes?”

“Alpha John calls for you.” She said, and I let out a sigh. There was definitely no way to hide from him anymore.

“Where is he?”

“In his room.”

“Do you know what he’s doing?” I asked, getting to my feet.

“He’s going over some documents.”

“Thanks.” I replied, and made my way back into the house.

Just as she had said, John was there in his room, seated at his desk, going over his documents.

He looked effortlessly like the devil.

“You wanted to see me.” I said in the coldest voice I could manage.

“How are you doing?” He asked softly, without looking up from his documents.

“Fine.” I replied curtly, wondering what else he was up to.

“Where have you been?” He asked, still working on his documents.

“Here and there.” I replied, and he finally looked up at me.

“Can I ask why you’re avoiding me?” He asked calmly, which was giving me the chills. It was way better for him to shout, and threaten me, than act like his temperament had been soaked in cold water.

“Can you think of anyone in my shoes who would want to see you? You got what you wanted; still don’t feel like the winner?” I attacked, hoping my words would eat deep into him.

He gave a little smile.

“It’s fine. I just wanted to see your face, and confirm that you’re healthy. I’ve seen that, so you may take your leave.” He replied, turning back to his documents, and I frowned.

What did he really call me for? He definitely didn’t call me just to say that. What else did he have up his sleeve?

I walked out of his room, and happened to run into Kaye approaching his room with a tray of food.

I gave a bright smile, about to call her name, but her blank expression quickly gave way to a strange expression. The way she looked at me was weird.

Like she had done something wrong, like she had made a mistake, and was guilty of something. Her large eyes seemed to hold fear, and her fingers trembled.

It then occurred to me that I hadn’t seen her for a while.

“Kaye.” I called, but she shook her head vigorously, and walked past me, into John’s room.

What just happened? She didn’t even give a second. She looked so terrified.

I waited for her in the corridor, but thirty minutes passed, and she still wasn’t out yet. With my mind burning with questions, I turned and left.

Another time, we would still meet.

An hour later, I sat in my room working on my designs, but I still couldn’t concentrate. Kaye looked so scared—so scared that it bothered me. What happened? Why did she look so…?

I slammed my pen on the book, and closed my eyes. What could that jerk have done to her? Did he force himself on her? Assault her physically?

Just then, a sharp knock sounded on my door, and my eyes flew open. My eyes turned to the door, which was pushed open. Kaye came in, and looked out quickly, before closing the door. She leaned against the door, taking in deep breaths, and I pushed back my chair, getting to my feet.

“Kaye. Are you okay? What’s wrong?” I asked, walking towards her.

Bridging the gap between us quickly, she pulled me towards the window, and took another deep, shaky breath.

“Sorry for ignoring you earlier, but… there’s something I have to tell you.” She began.

“Something you have to tell me?” I asked, holding her trembling fingers.

“I don’t have much time, and… and I’m risking a lot by doing this.

Just don’t tell anyone. Okay you have… you have to keep it all to yourself because something really bad might happen to me.

I mean, I might… might be in danger by telling you what I’m about to tell you…

” Her words tumbled over each other, making huge messy sentences.

“Calm down, Kaye. Breathe.” I said, placing a hand on her shoulder, while looking into her troubled eyes.

“I just had to tell you. I can’t just watch you go on like that. It pricks me inside. I can’t just let it go.” Tears gleamed in her eyes; she was panicking real time.

“What is it? Tell me.” I pressed on.

“It’s about something I witnessed. Something I shouldn’t have seen.” She said, then looked around, as though someone might see or hear her. Her voice lowered into a trembling whisper. “You see, I witnessed something that night, and Emily…” she broke off.

“What, what? Tell me.” I said, impatiently, squeezing her hands.

Her eyes widened, and her voice dropped even lower, “You might have to go to the hospital.”