Page 146 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

1 I guessed they were more anxious because the trial was only a week away.

“John, Lucas.” Genevieve began.

“Yes?” We both replied.

“What are you both fighting over?” She asked, and John chuckled.

“A girl. My girl.” He replied.

“She’s not yours. Before you introduced her to me, we met, and had a thing for each other.

There’s the fact that you cheated, and she broke up with you.

She called off the engagement, and ended things with you.

She would have walked out of your life, only if she hadn’t smashed the sculpted Alpha to pieces.

Emily was done with you, before she even thought of accepting me as a friend, not to talk of a lover. She’s not your girl.”

“My wife.” John retorted.

“Whom you forced into marriage with you.” I completed.

“You know what? We’re still at the table!” Mira shouted, hitting the table, and making the dishes jump.

“What happened to you both? Don’t you remember how close you used to be?

” Will asked, “you both have always relied on each other right before John could walk. Nothing could separate the both of you, and you were more like real brothers. You can’t tell me a single girl came from nowhere, and sparked all this enmity. ”

“Ask Lucas. Why would he take the girl I love? Forget that I forced the marriage. She’s mine already, so tell him to cancel going to court. Besides, I found her first.”

“Stop whining, John.” I blurted out. “You’re not a kid anymore. Grow up. Don’t just think of yourself. Think of others too. Does Emily want to be with you? No. Also, Emily and I are mates.”

“Is that true?” Raymond asked, looking up from his plate.

“Well, I think they’re lying.” John said, rolling his eyes.

“Okay… How’s she mated to you both? I’ve heard of stuff like this before, but I’ve never actually seen it.” Mira said, looking from me to John.

“I’ve witnessed it before.” Genevieve added, pushing her spoon lazily into her spoon.

“That does explain your strange attraction towards her.” Will said. “I know you to be a man, who doesn’t want anything to do with ladies. You used to hate even the sight of them. Now I understand how she managed to catch your attention.”

“You don’t know they’re telling the truth.” John snapped. “They might have cooked this up.”

“Well, time will tell.” Raymond grunted. “Just stop this act, and leave the court stuff out. Let’s solve this among ourselves.”

“If we could solve it, we would have solved it tonight. Maybe we should go to court, so I can claim my bride.” John replied, stubbornly.

“I agree with him. If you want to see me get married, and have kids, then we have to go to court first.” I replied, and John snatched the container of salt off the table, and tipped quite a generous amount into his soup, before slamming it down onto the table.

Just like that, the days counted down as the week flew fast, and so did Emily’s nervousness. Each time I talked about the trial, she’d place her hand on her chest, and give a sigh.

She told me mentions of the trial made it feel like something awfully cold, racing through her chest, a pang to her heart.

On and on, the days flipped by like the pages of a book, bringing us to the morning that would either shape or break our future.

The day of our trial.