Chapter 106: Chapter 106

JUNE

And that was how I found myself having dinner with them. I had to send a text to Kristen to tell him I was okay and would be back later than expected. Though he tried to know my reasons, I found a lie through it, opting to keep my father a secret until I saw him. Something like this should be told to the face, not through the phone.

It was a pleasant dinner that had me smiling and laughing more than I have ever done since the time our photos were leaked to the public.

Favour was eager to meet my uncle, but I refused. I need to tell Kristen about it and know his stance before I arrange for a meeting between them.

They drove me home and watched me walk up to the front door before they drove off. I can tell Favour doesn't wish to part with me because I got a message the moment I stepped foot into the house.

'I had a nice day with you, darling. Expectation for more!'

A grin tugged on the sides of my lips as I read the message. Favour is such a free spirit, she makes it difficult to hate her. According to her, the doctor stated she has a rare case of polycystic ovary syndrome. Though she has been on medication for a long time, they have given up hope of having a child.

That was why she was ecstatic to know Henry still had a daughter.

“What got you smiling so brightly? Don't tell me you are cheating on me?!”

Kristen's voice started me from my thoughts. I slowly peeked up at his remarks.

“Oh, hi,” I grinned.

“So.....”

“Oh, that's right! So, I met this guy. He's blonde, has green eyes and is a CEO. Or should I say was?” I placed my hand under my jaw and tried not to smirk. “He's so macho. Exactly my type. Do you think he likes me?” I closed the distance between us, smiling up at him.

He has changed out of his work clothes, and now putting on cotton shorts with a tank top. He looked so edible, with the way his muscles bulged under the polo, making my mouth water.

“That all hinges on what you do. Why don't you give him a blow job, then? Your performance will determine whether he loves you or not.”

“Bad child!” I whacked him on his right arm. “Always trying to take advantage of me.”

“What can I say? You look easy to bully.” He leaned down and kissed me on my lips. “So, how was work?”

“Great!” I turned and headed into the sitting room. I threw my purse on one of the couches and sat down on the opposite one. “God, Kristen, I need a hell of a massage,” I groaned.

“Tempting me, are you?”

“Did it work?” I perked up, smiling mischievously.

“No, it didn't.” He sat on the couch with me and held me up, placing my head on his thighs. His fingers laced through my hair, caressing my scalp. “Where were you? Who did you have dinner with?” He asked the question I expected him to throw at me the moment I stepped into the house.

I can see just how impatient he was to know the answer to the question.

I sighed, closing my eyes a bit at how soothing his fingers were. I have never felt this relaxed in ages.

“Doll?”

“What if we are not related, Kristen? Will you still feel this way about me?” I opened an eye to look at him, leaving the other closed.

His fingers stopped at my words. “Why the sudden question? Are you perhaps doubting my feelings for you?”

“No, that's not the case. It's just that I…”

He exhaled. “you don't have to think that way, June. I love you. Not because you are my niece. I cherish you, for you.” He took my right hand and brought it closer to his face, gently kissing my knuckle.

“So… We will still be together if we are not related?” I asked once more.

“Why the sudden question?” He asked, sounding on guard. “What's going on in that mind of yours?”

I sat up from the couch and faced him. “Won't it be better if we are not related?”

He sighed. “Yes, it will be great. But that can't be possible, Doll. We are rela—”

“No, we are not.” I slowly shook my head, smiling at the look on his face.

“What..." He swallowed. “What do you mean?”

“We are not related, Kristen.”

“That's not true! You are my sister's daughter. Why will you assume we are not related?” He frowned. “Okay, I know you are trying to help me out of this, but lying about our relationship won't work at all. You are my niece—”

“No, I'm not. Martha wasn't my mom. Mary is.”

“What?!”

If I think he looked shocked when I started this, it was nothing compared to the expression that was on his face now.

“Yes. Your sister lied to you. Mary was my mom.”

“No! That's not true. Martha… Martha said you are her daughter! " She claimed she had you in college and..."

“Was she friends with Mary?” I calmly asked, knowing I had to do so if I didn't want him to freak out.

“Yes, but—”

“I met my father, Kristen,” I blurted out, releasing yet another bombshell.

“Your what?!”

“We met yesterday. He looks so much like me, Kristen, and—”

“That damned bastard! How can he suddenly barge into your life after so many years?!” He angrily rose from the couch. “I will rip his intestines off.”

“Calm down. It hasn't gotten to that yet.” I stood up from the chair, and approached him, wrapping my hands around his waist. I placed my head on his chest. “You need to listen to me, Kristen. There is more to the story than you know.”

“But—”

“Shh. Just listen to me, okay?” I peered up at him, making cute faces that he wouldn't be able to resist.

He huffed, “It better be enough to prevent me from going on a killing spree.”