Page 97 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

LUCAS’ POV.

(The previous evening)

I watched Derel and Tenor, trying to understand the situation. Where did they meet? Why were they so casual with each other? She didn’t look like an high school student, so I couldn’t imagine where they could have met long enough to have such relationship with each other.

“Don’t touch me.” Derel said, jerking his arm out of her hand. She took off her jacket completely, and hit him with it.

“What is the matter with you? Must you be so headstrong?” She asked, heatedly.

“I believe you have no business judging whether I’m headstrong or not.” Derel said. “We don’t know each other, do we?” He asked coldly, and walked away, but she followed him. I wanted to go with them, but my phone rang.

It was Emily. I picked it, and we talked a little after I suggested having coffee, which was weird, judging that the sky had darkened, but she didn’t mind.

I doubted I was the only one offering to drink coffee at night.

I left Derel, since I was sure he was perfectly capable of handling a girl. Perhaps, I had gotten the bad aura from her, without knowing. Although, I never really suspected her.

When I got back to the ground floor, I saw Tray just about to exit the doors.

“Tray!” I called, and he stopped, and turned.

“Oh, you’ve not gone yet?” He asked.

“Can you take Derel home? I think he’s having a conversation with Tenor.”

“Tenor? The bold one among the girls?”

“Yeah. You having trouble with their names?”

“I haven’t interacted much with them.”

“Do me the favor, will you?” I asked, walking past him.

“Of course, everything comes with a price.” He muttered, and I chuckled.

After coffee with Emily, and encountering Katie who seemed a little unnatural, we walked home.

“Are you sure you don’t need a drive? It’s quite cold?” I said to her, as I texted the location of my car to my driver.

“According to the weather forecast, we’ll be seeing the first snow tonight.

Everytime, when it was a first snow day, my parents always found time to watch the falling snow with me.

It was one of my cherished moments, as I didn’t really spend much time with them.

They’d tell me that the flakes were aliens who came to find solace in the earth every year. ” She said, and I smiled.

They were beautiful memories.

True to her words, the snow began to fall lightly, and a few people on the road put on umbrellas, while some walked in it without bothering.

She dug her hands into the jacket she was wearing over her dress, and I took off my suit jacket, and draped it around her. She looked like she was thrown into the jacket.

“Your jacket is so big. Thanks.” She said, tightening it around her.

The cold wind blew her hair against her face, and I badly wanted to swipe it off her face, and stare at her simple, yet captivating beauty.

“Did your parents ever tell you any stories about the snow?” She asked looking around.

“No. I hate snow.” I said, and she looked at me.

“Why?”

“It’s cold, and it makes everyone want to stay indoors. The feeling is just so nostalgic. The house seems empty till Christmas is around the corner.” I explained, and she shook her head.

“Cold Christmases. Christmas should be filled with warmth.”

“I agree.”

“Even with the coffee, I feel the cold is more than capable of making me sleep. Do you want to have something hot together when we get home?” She asked, and even though I had work the next day, I couldn’t reject her large, dark eyes, with their even darker lashes.

“Coffee?”

“Maybe. Something hot for the cold. I can’t believe winter is already here.” She said, with a wide smile.

When we got home, I made her coffee, and we sat at the kitchen table, drinking after changing into warmer clothes.

“I have to change my whole cupboard. It’s winter already. It’s always hard to arrange winter clothes. You know, in the summer, or spring, I just take out a shirt and pants, but with winter, I have to seek out so many things.” She said, with adorable rose red cheeks.

“Head warmers, scarves, and mufflers…” I listed out.

“Gloves, winter boots… oh gosh.”

“Winter is mean…”

“Mean and beautiful, like the cold lady with alluring eyes, unwilling to love.” She said, and we both laughed.

“If you were a season, which would you be?” I asked, and she blushed.

“Hmm. Not summer, I’m not too bright. Hmm, Maybe autumn?

I’m capable of being cold, and windy like I am to John, and I can also make people feel warm.

Words of encouragement, happy laughter. I don’t think winter suits my personality in any way.

As for spring, I’m not too pure, and beautiful enough. ”

“What if someone thinks you’re spring?” I asked, smiling.

“Who would think that?”

“After the cold winter, meaning work, coming home to meet spring with its flowers, and warm air, and bright colors.”

She blushed.

“I’m not the man who comes home to meet spring, Incase you’re thinking that.” I said, and she burst into laughter.

“What is wrong with you?” She asked, still laughing.

~

The next morning, I went to Genevieve’s mansion to check on her. She had been moved back to the house, since she felt more comfortable there. After seeing her, I met with Derel, who was preparing for school.

“Have you seen mom?” He asked as he tugged on his socks.

“Yeah, she is back to walking around. She needs some rest.” I said, and he slipped into his shoes, and took out a huge cream coat, with white fur around the hood, and edges.

“She doesn’t need some rest. She’s visited me and Derella’s rooms about twenty times this morning. Apparently, Derella cried, and mom wants to show her she’s completely fine.”

“Oh…” I let out slowly. “Derel, about Tenor…”

He looked at me sharply.

“You saw us?”

“Yeah, what’s your deal with her.”

“Nothing, we’re just friends.”

“I saw you. Do you think I’d wind up with a conclusion labeling you as friends?

She seemed to me to be the toxic type in a relationship.

How did she get an eye on you? Did you know her from school?

Is she not who she says she is? Does she have an ulterior motive coming to my company?

Does she know I am your uncle? Has she been stalking or bothering you?

Where on earth did you know her? Do you… ”

“Okay, okay, just stop with the questions! She’s just someone I happen to know.”

“Derel, you know I’m not Genevieve or the rest. You can speak to me.”

“This has nothing to do with them.”

“Then, how do you…”

The door opened, cutting me off. Genevieve was dressed warmly, and even had mittens on her hands.

“Why are you so slow, Derel? You should have given him a hit, Lucas. You know I’m driving you to school, yet you have the guts to act like a snail. Come along.” She snapped, walking away.

“Seeing her temper, I guess she’s completely healthy now.” I said, as Derel went after her.

“About Tenor,” He sighed. “She’s my ex.”