Page 92 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

EMILY’S POV.

I looked at her, and there was a desperateness in her eyes, as if she could make me say I didn’t like him. It angered me. She had been rude to me, but wanted me to answer her petty question.

By her side, a hand was folded into a tight fist, and it made me give a smile.

“I believe it’s not my duty to keep whatever I feel for Lucas in check. Right? It’s also not my duty to explain our relationship, and what goes on between us, so I’m sorry, but I do not owe you an answer to your question.” I said, and made to walk past her, but she held my elbow.

I looked at it, and jerked it out of her hand.

She didn’t deserve to hold me like that.

I walked away from her, and sat at the dining table.

“What would you like to eat?” Kaye asked me.

“Maybe some cereal. I don’t really have much appetite. I ate a lot yesterday.” I said to her, rubbing my eyes.

“Cornflakes?”

“Is there Cinnamon crunch? I thought I saw it the other day.” I said, leaning backwards on my chair.

“Yes, there is. Wait a sec.” She said, walking into the kitchen.

A few maids passed by with cleaning tools, giggling and talking rapidly to themselves, and I smiled. If it had been weeks ago, I’d have been really sad to see them because I had no friends, but at the moment, I was actually fine; I had friends.

“Did you check the post explaining you and Lucas as just friends?” Kaye asked, as she emerged from the kitchen with a bowl, carton of cinnamon crunch and a keg of milk.

“No, I didn’t.” I said, getting out my phone.

“The Granger family is something else.” She said pouring cinnamon crunch into a bowl.

“What did they say?” I asked, searching for it on the net.

“Is this much okay?” She asked, and I looked at it.

“A bit more…okay, okay, that’s fine. I don’t take much milk. Just a little.” I replied, and began to read the post.

“You and Alpha Lucas have been friends since middle school?” Kaye asked, pushing my cereal bowl to me.

“That’s obviously a lie. Why would they go that far?”

“Probably because people wouldn’t believe you guys met each other not long, and went on all these dates as friends.”

“They’re not dates. We just hung out as friends.”

“To the Grangers, it makes more sense that this means nothing to two people who have been friends since middle school.” Kaye replied, and I rolled my eyes.

“This is going too far. What if people find out we were never friends?”

“Then they expect you to lie again, and again.” She replied, and I shook my head.

~

Later that afternoon, I heard Sadie screaming my name just after I closed my laptop, ready to get lost in deep sleep.

“Oh gosh. Now I regret yesterday.” I murmured to myself. The door flew open, and she stood there in her disheveled uniform.

“We have to visit Mandy.” She said, breathlessly, with a wide smile on her face.

“What?” I asked, but she came, took my wrist, and began to drag me away. “Sadie, what is your problem? What are you doing?” I asked her, but she didn’t stop pulling me with remarkable strength.

“I’m saying we have to visit Mandy.” She replied, but I stopped, making her come to a halt.

“Remember I have something to blackmail you about again? I won’t hesitate to use it.”

“Why do you want to see Mandy? What else do you have to say?” I asked, and she gave a devilish smile.

“You don’t have to do anything. You only have to go with me.” She said, walking away, and with a frustrated sigh, I followed her into the car.

“Move, move, move.” She told the driver excitedly, and he gave a little chuckle, before driving out of the compound.

Sadie sang songs at a high pitch as we drove towards the detention center where Mandy was staying.

At first, I got an uncomfortable feeling about the whole thing, but two minutes after sitting across from Mandy, I no longer felt uncomfortable.

Despite her state, she still had so much hate in her eyes.

“Seriously? Locking me up for stealing jewelry? What an impressive lie.” She spat.

“You still have a mouth to speak, I guess.” Sadie replied, gloating. “I was so bored that I had to come see you.”

“You must be so proud of your dirty family, right? I’ll be out soon, so don’t rejoice yet.”

“You’ll be out soon? Really? Then my dirty family will just put you back in for stealing again?

Or for destruction of property? Or for embezzlement?

You know they have ways of doing these things.

You really shouldn’t cross my family.” Sadie said sweetly.

“Back when you came, you should have just accepted to be my underling. Now look at what is happening to you.

“You should have laid low, and kept your mouth shut. What would it have cost you to respect this eight-year-old? Absolutely nothing. Christmas is just weeks away, I wish you a cold Christmas. Don’t worry, I’ll make some tea, so you can share it with your cellmates.

” She said, with such honeyed sweetness.

“I don’t need it. I’ll get out of here one day.”

“Dream on, Mandy. The next time you actually get a chance to stay out of prison for a day, you should come see me. I might be merciful enough to forgive you.” She replied, and got up. “I’m done, Emily.” She replied, walking away.

Mandy watched me with spite, and I shook my head.

“The Granger family will be brought down. I’ll kill you all with the same poison.” She spat at me, and smiled. “You can expect it anytime soon. You won’t know what hit you.” She said.

~

“Okay, can you tell me what the point of that visit was?” I asked Sadie, as soon as we got into the car.

“Of course, I have to act like the winner of the fight. She’s behind bars, while I’m walking free. I have to show off.”

“There you go again. Acting your age. I think the whole visit was pointless.”

“Well, to me, it meant the world.”

“The world?” I scoffed.

“Yes, it’s a sweet revenge for crossing me. You know I hate people crossing me.” She said, taking out a muffin from her bag.

“Of course I do.” I said, and leaned against the car window, then muttered, “I just got involved deeper with a mafia kid.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. Just a few song lines.”

“It sounded like you were bad mouthing me.”

“No way. I won’t do that after seeing Mandy like that.” I replied, and she blushed.

“I’m that powerful.”

“You’re still so young, but you actually care about power? Good for you; Although, I think Mandy may be planning something.”

“What can she plan behind bars? Her execution?”

We had dinner that night with the children, and I was pleased that Katie wasn’t around.

“What outfit are you wearing, Sadie? Let’s wear the same thing.” Jude said to Sadie.

“Ooh yeah, Emily, let’s wear the same thing.” Sadie said to me.

“The same what?” I asked.

“Outfit.” Jude completed.

“For what?”

“Don’t you know about the party the elders are throwing?” Sadie asked.

“What party again?” I asked, with a little frustration in my tone.

“Thanks to you and Lucas, with your romantic pictures, they have to throw a party to show that everything is fine with the family, and so the people can forget the ill news.” John replied with spite, as he stuck his fork into his baked potato.

“How would a party make them stop talking?” I asked Sadie.

“When they see we’re relaxed, not at all troubled, things are going fine and we had the nerve to throw a party, they’ll think: maybe it’s nothing after all. They can’t really have a nasty affair going on in their family, can they?” Derella explained, and I nodded.

That made a little sense.

“So, are you going to wear the same outfit?” Jude asked.

“Yes.” Sadie replied, before I could.

“I just hope it’s nothing childish.” I muttered.

“Don’t you worry. I’m in charge of the outfits.” Jude replied, with a smile.

“Which I’m against, but will let go.” Sadie said.

“When is the event?” I asked.

“In a few days.” Derel replied, and I nodded.

A few days was a lot of time.

~

Sheesh. Shouldn’t have said that.

A few days passed by rapidly, and I dressed in the dress Jude and Sadie had gotten for me.

How those days passed by rapidly, I couldn’t recount, but I knew it had been filled with lots of conversations with Lucas.

I smiled as I thought of Lucas, and shook my head as my expression in the mirror looked love struck.

“You can’t look like this each time you think of Lucas. That’s not how… friends look like.” I said to myself, and tucked my hair behind my ear, turning away from the mirror.

All afternoon, people flocked in and out of Alpha Raymond’s mansion. They ate and drank outside, and some kids swam in the pool, throwing balls at each other.

A few people greeted me, wanting to get on my good side, and in my mind, I screamed at them constantly to leave because I was useless. I had no say in the family, and wasn’t even engaged to John. I was basically an outsider.

“Have you seen Lady Genevieve?” A man asked me, and I looked around, and spotted her sitting in a chair, with a hand to her forehead. She looked dull, and without much energy, unlike how she used to be. “Over there.” I said, gesturing in her direction.

“Oh thanks a lot. I didn’t think she’d be sitting.” He said, with a chuckle.

“Me too.” I replied. The man walked towards her, and when he sat, she tried to pull up a smile, but I could see she wasn’t really enjoying the best of the party.

It was probably the stress. The golden jubilee celebration hadn’t been that long.

I decided to find a place to sit. After all, I wasn’t doing much. Lucas was nowhere to be found, and it made the whole thing boring.

Finally, evening came, and the guests started leaving, with laughter deep in their throats, and food filling their bellies.

“Where is she?” I heard Alpha Raymond ask angrily, and turned.

“What does she think she’s doing? What does she want the guests to think?

” He asked Alpha Will, and just then, our eyes met.

I bowed, and made to turn away. “Hey you, get me Genevieve.” He said, and I almost pointed to myself, but managed to stop my hands.

I headed for her mansion immediately, and asked around for her quarters.

Why was he asking me? There were maids around. Maybe because we happened to lock eyes, and that was what came to his lips?

Finally, I arrived at her room and knocked. No reply.

I knocked again, and sighed. Would I go around the wide mansion looking for her? I was exhausted already.

I pushed the door open gently, hoping she’d be sleeping or something, but I gasped instead.

For there she was, sprawled on the floor, her eyeglasses a few feet away from her.