Roman Sinful Desires: My Uncle Is Mine chapitre Chapitre 3

JUNE

“June—”

My phone chose that moment to ring.

I hastily got up from the chair I was sitting on and hurried over to my bed.

I answered the call the moment I saw the caller's ID.

“Mark?”

“Are you ready? I'm waiting outside for you. Don't forget, you promised to help me with my assignment," he rushed the words the moment I answered the call.

“Shit.....”

I gulped when I noticed the dark stare from my uncle when I used the cuss word.

“I will be down in a few!” I disconnected the call. “That's Mark. He's waiting for me downstairs.” I carried my backpack and stuffed my phone into it.

“June, I'm not through —”

“Love you, uncle.” I took the juice from the tray he brought in and pecked him on his right cheek before I hurried out of my room, stuffing the juice in with my phone.

It wasn't until I took three steps that I realized something.

My uncle is still in my room.

However, that's the least of my problems. I'm worried he might snoop around.

And that, right there, is the issue.

I don't need him to see the toys I have in my drawer.

I hurried back to my room. “Uncle, what are you still doing in here?” I pursed my lips, with my brows raised.

He was still standing in the same spot he stood when I left.

However, there is a likelihood that he might start poking around the moment I step out of the house.

“What's wrong? Did you forget anything?” He turned to face me.

“Yeah. I forgot you, uncle,” I rolled my eyes at him. “Can you please leave my room? I need to lock it.”

“Lock it?” He looked confused. “Why do you want to lock your room when you have never done that before?”

“I'm a grown-up now, Uncle. I require my privacy more than anything else. So….” I trailed off.

“Hmm.”

He turned to leave.

“The pancakes you made?” I raised a brow at the tray he was leaving behind.

“Oh,” he carried the tray, and made to leave, but I took a pancake from it, and winked at him.

“Thanks for this.” I took a bite, “Delicious as always.” I licked my bottom lip before I glanced up at him.

I could have sworn that he was looking at my lips. But that's my imagination.

There is no way he could be staring at my lips, not this uncle of mine, I tell you.

“You can take more. It's not like I can finish it all.” He motioned to the tray in his hand.

“Thanks, but I will skip.” I placed the half-eaten pancake back on the tray. “Mark will buy breakfast for me in exchange for my help.”

Kristen looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he only shook his head.

“See you when you return, Kiddo.” He turned and left.

With Kristen gone, I locked the door and pocketed the keys.

“See you tonight!”

I yelled at him before I hurried out of the house.

Mark came with his car, which was a red Corvette Z06.

His father gifted it to him as a birthday present three weeks ago.

“Guy, you sure rock!” I hastened over and got in his car.

“Good morning to you, too,” he sarcastically replied.

Unlike him, he's putting on blue jeans and a black hoodie.

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