Page 68 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

EMILY’S POV.

My heart was thundering and it seemed like it would tear out of my chest, as I found that I couldn’t tear my eyes off his lips.

I was finally losing my senses. Even my saliva was hard to swallow, and it took him tilting his head—to try to decipher what was wrong with me—to get my eyes off him.

I turned away sharply, stepping into the rain, and stepping backwards after feeling the harsh and direct coldness. I bumped against him, and jumped.

It was tempting to place my hand on my chest, and try to make it stop beating hard.

“Why? Did you want to kiss me?” I heard him ask, and I turned to him immediately.

“No. Why? Why would you say that?” I asked, shaking my head, and playing dumb.

He smirked, and his eyes fell to my lips. I swallowed hard, and stepped out of the umbrella.

“There’s a taxi!” I shouted, running towards a vacant taxi approaching us in the far distance.

He was next to me shortly, covering me alone with the small umbrella.

We got into the taxi, while Lucas called someone who’d help him fix his car immediately the rain stopped.

I looked out the window the whole time, and didn’t even know when I slept.

My head was on his shoulder when the car stopped right outside the mansion. I raised my head abruptly, and pushed the door open, staggering as I hadn’t woken my body fully.

The rain had stopped, night had fallen, and the air smelled like rain. Sweet and fresh.

We paid the taxi and walked into the mansion.

“I haven’t eaten food today. You?” He asked.

“I actually didn’t notice that I didn’t eat too. Do you want to have dinner together?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Let’s have it by the pool. I’ll have the maids set it up. You should get changed.” He said, and I walked quickly towards the sliding doors with a smile on my face.

I met only a few maids on my way, who asked if I needed anything, but I turned them down nicely.

Thankfully, Sadie wasn’t in my room. I checked on her in her room, and saw she was fast asleep, curled under the sheets.

In my room, I took off my clothes, and spread them in the bathroom before taking a quick, warm shower, and wearing a large T-shirt, and a pair of baggy jeans. I dried my hair, and packed it in a bun, smiling as I thought about the day.

When I was all done, Lucas was by the pool, grilling meat, with a jug of orange juice, and a bottle of wine. He had also changed, and I wondered how he could be faster than I was.

My hands found their way into my warm pockets, and I approached him.

“I always wonder why ladies take such a long time when it comes to stuff like dressing, and leaving their rooms.” He commented, as I took my seat.

“I didn’t take that long.”

“Really?” He asked, and I chuckled.

“Okay, maybe I did take some time. Is the orange juice for me?” I asked pointing, and he nodded.

“You were drunk the last time.” He said, sitting next to me.

“Oh, yeah. I recall.” I said, and bit my lip. I had almost kissed him then.

“I love grilling meat when the air is as clear as this.”

“You seem to like beef a lot.” I said, taking one of the grilled beef.

I placed it into my mouth, and juggled it on my tongue, as I chewed rapidly.

“It’s hotness contrasts with the cold.” I said, chewing carefully.

“Hmm, it’s really delicious when the hotness has cooled. Hmm.” I commented, savoring the taste of it.

“Ever since I was young, I liked trying out steaks, and different types of meat. It was like an hobby. I’d treat myself out once a week to try meat I’d never eaten.” He replied, and I smiled.

“That sounds lonely.” I commented.

“Probably. I met Tray in high school.”

“Tray, your friend?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Yeah, he was weird to me. He seemed to be the one breaking the girls’ hearts instead of vice versa. That was new to me.”

“Did you get your heart broken?”

“My God, so many times. Throughout middle school, I sobbed every season.” He said, and something about the way he said it, made me laugh.

“Every season?”

“Yeah, I came to middle school with hopes of romance.”

“It’s hard to think you were ever that way.”

“Oh, I was. But I was too na?ve, and young. The older girls all crowded around me, making my heartbeat with their nasty pickup lines. They found out who I was. My money was the sole reason I was popular. Whenever they ditched me due to some threat from my family, I always thought the next one would be better.

“But they were all the same. They followed the same pattern over and over. I wanted comfort from them badly because girls know how to comfort. They made me feel good, important, and needed. I once stole Raymond’s card to host a birthday party for one of them.” He said, and I chuckled.

“I got a load of talk from Genevieve, and only Mira took my side, saying a kid needed to know how to splurge.”

“Seriously?” I asked, laughing.

“I fell like a fool for every girl who said she couldn’t stop thinking about me. God, I was so stupid.” He said, and I laughed again.

“They knew you were the rich, easy pie.”

“Exactly. But over the summer before high school, I thought of how bad middle school had been, and didn’t want high school that way. That was when I began to hate girls, and Tray found me really weird. The girls all seemed to follow the same pattern, and say the same lame pickup words. I could predict every lady, and I was never wrong.”

“You were wrong once. You probably thought I was like them.”

“Funny enough, I didn’t. Hearing about you from John, I thought you were like them, but I had never met you. When I saw you at the bar, I didn’t see you as one of them. You just came off as different.” He said, and I blushed, taking a slice of beef hastily into my mouth to hide it.

“You’re a good judge of people then.”

“I guess I am. I just liked you. If I didn’t, your life would have been more hell in this mansion.”

I laughed. “I’m glad you liked me. Who knew how many sleepless nights I’d have filled with tears?” I said, dramatically, and he laughed.

“What do you think of Mandy?” I asked, and he gave me a queer look before rolling his eyes. We both burst into laughter, and there was nothing funny in it, but we kept on laughing.

However, as I laughed, I saw John watching from the darker side of the pool, and there was an ominous look in his eyes.

He looked dangerous, as he watched us.