Chapter 66: Chapter 66

JUNE

After the call I had with Mark, who sounded so odd over the phone, I returned to what I was doing earlier. I thought he would be happy for me when I told him of my progress, but he sounded rather peculiar. I can't tell why, but I felt like he was not happy.

His tone strongly suggested that, making me believe that he was in a bad mood. Perhaps, I caught him at the least unpleasant time.

Humming under my breath, I went to the kitchen to get some snacks. I only saw three cookies in the jar, and the last of the orange juice Kristin bought a week ago.

With my snacks in hand, I strode into the sitting room, munching on the cookies as I walked. I placed the juice on the table, took my phone out and sent a text to Kristin to remind him to go grocery shopping.

Otherwise, we will have to live on sandwiches until he decides to do that. I went grocery shopping alone once, and I don't intend to do that any time soon.

With the text sent, I switched on the TV to continue the series I was previously watching on my phone.

***

The sound of the car horn woke me up from sleep. I must've slept off while watching the series. Rubbing my fingers over my eyes, I glanced at the wall clock only to sit up with a start.

8 freaking O'clock!

I gaped at the clock, stunned that I had slept that long. I checked my phone for any message from Kristin, but I got nothing. He didn't reply to my earlier text, but I saw that the message was read.

The door opened, and the man stepped in, with more than four bags.

“Good evening, Doll,” he smiled at me when he noticed my focus. His eyes crinkled at the side, making him look really handsome and breathtaking.

Though he looks tired, my uncle is sexy as fuck, with his hair tousled like something he ran his fingers through, numerous times to count, and a few buttons of his shirt undone.

Just looking at him, I was eager to jump his bones, and I can't wait for that. Had it not been for how slutty it will make me look, I would have asked him to take me right here in the foyer.

With a sigh, I rose from the couch, stretching my taut muscles. “Did you get my text?”

“Yes, I did.” He raised the bags before he turned and headed towards the kitchen. “I saw it late. That was why I didn't text back. I figured I would explain when I return, which I'm doing now.”

He entered the kitchen, and I followed him, taking with me the empty can of orange juice and the plate I took the cookies with.

“So, what did you get?” I curiously peered at the bags which he kept on the floor, trying to know what he got just by peeking.

“Your favourites.” He brought out a gallon of milk and he took it to the fridge. “I didn't get orange juice, though. I guessed you would prefer ice cream to it. But I promise, I will get them tomorrow.” He returned to take three bowls of the ice cream he got.

“Why? You could have gotten one!” I folded my arms, glowering like a kid.

“Didn't you say you like ice cream the best? That was why I got them for you.” He opened the fridge and placed the ice cream bowls in it before he closed it. This he did to the other things in the bags he got.

“But—”

The doorbell rang, cutting off my words.

“Must be the pizza guy,” Kristin shrugged when I turned to look at him. I didn't say a word, but my raised brows must have told him what I wanted to ask.

“I will get it,” he tossed the bags into the waste bin, along with the can of juice I brought in, hurrying out to get the door.

I followed him, with my arms folded and my mouth pursed. I can't tell why I thought it might be Edith, but when I saw the guy on the other side, I exhaled in relief and walked in the direction of the sitting room.

He got the pizza and paid for it before he joined me on the couch where I sat.

“Not changing out of your clothes?” I gave him a pointed look.

“I will,” he got up from the couch and headed upstairs to his room, only to return five minutes later in new clothes.

He has changed out of his work clothes and is now putting on a loose yellow polo and blue shorts.

“Was I fast?” he smiled and sat next to me.

I rolled my eyes at his questions but didn't answer. Instead, I opened the box of pizza and took a slice from it. “Delicious,” I commented, eating as slowly as I could to savour the taste.

He nodded wordlessly as he took a slice. We ate in silence until the last slice of the pizza was nowhere to be seen.

We washed it down with only pineapple juice before he deposited the box in the trash and returned to my side.

“So… " I nervously worried my bottom lip, shyly peering at him through my lashes. “Should we watch a movie?” I asked, attempting to break the silence between us.

This is the first time we have spent a long amount of time with each other since last night, and I'm nervous as hell. My palm felt sweaty, and my heart kept on pounding loudly in my chest.

I clenched my fists tightly on my thighs, trying not to show how anxious I was. I could feel his heated gaze on me, and that made me feel uncomfortable.

It was a long wait before he finally answered my question. He undeniably took his time, making my heart sink with each second it took for him to answer.

“No,” he inhaled sharply, looking like he was having a difficult time saying his mind.

“Uncle?”

“We need to talk.”