Forbidden Affair With My Uncle

Chapter 7

George

I don't usually stay long at the hotel, but today I decided to take a stroll around and see what was actually going on in my hotel. My secretary briefed me on the new staff and the changes made in the kitchen. I made sure to remind them of the priority of our guests. We put them first before anything . By the time I retired back to my office, I was already exhausted. "Here's your tea, Sir," Evan, my secretary, said, placing a cup of sizzling hot tea in front of me.

Normally, people take coffee to boost their brain after working, but in my case, I prefer tea. I can't count how many cups I take a day. It keeps me sane.

"Thank you, Evans," I said, taking a sip of the tea he placed in front of me. Evans, my forty-five-year-old secretary, had been with me since the hotel's early days.

"Looks like we won't be taking a stroll around anytime soon," he teased. I sighed, replying, "That's likely not going to happen anytime soon."

The man let out a smile. “Okay Sir, I will leave you to rest.”

“Didn’t I tell you about calling me Sir? Let’s leave the formalities aside. Call me George please.”

"Okay, George, I will leave you to rest," he said, bowing down and heading out but paused. "Um... George, what should I do with the general manager position?"

"Keep it vacant. Eric will be away for only a month, and I don't think that will affect the hotel," I instructed.

He nodded before leaving. As I indulged in my tea, memories of last night with Lena brought a smile to my face. It was hard to resist the desire coursing through me. I recalled almost losing control, wanting to explore every inch of her.

When she pouted, my shaft literally bulged inside. I wanted to turn a blind eye to how desire was coursing through me. But as soon as I held the door knob, I felt something tugged at my heart and I found myself crashing my lips on hers.

Damn! Her lips were soft as if they were made for me to kiss. I wanted to travel down and kiss the hell out of her body, her thigh and her p***y.

God knows I almost took out my d**k from my pants as I finger her p***y the other day. How it was wet and ready for me to f**k and suck. But I couldn't bring myself to move past the stage. My brother's words ringing in my head. The promise I made to him to take care of Lena. Not to have s*x with her.

But how would I be able to control myself when her presence itself was like a torture to me. Not only does she remind me of her mother. It always made me have all sort of forbidden thoughts of her.

And at that moment, I gripped my rock-hard shaft from the pants fabric and began wobbling my hand over it while closing my eyes on the accord. "f**k!" I omit out as I closed my eyes. The image of how I pulsed my fingers in Lena's wet p***y flashed in my head.

"f**k Len!" I continued my action enjoying whatever I was doing to myself. Enjoying pleasuring myself with the image of Lena. I didn't know when I pulled down my zipper and took out my shaft and continued the action. I had almost reached my orgasm when I heard the sound of the door opening making me to open my eyes.

My eyes landed on Lena whose mouth was slightly parted and her eyes...

Damn! I quickly slipped it back and sat up. What the hell was she doing here?

"Lena?" My voice came out hoarse. My still throbbing shaft didn't do as much as cooled down. I could feel the hardness as I walked up to Lena. Embarrassment coursed through me seeing her eyes still glued to my legs. "What are you doing here?" I questioned again this time around, I made sure my voice was calmer.

Wait... Her eyes.

"What's wrong? Did you-"

Before I could complete my statement, she began crying. "Uncle... It's...It's." I wasted no time in pulling her in for a hug.

"Shh.... It's okay. Don't say anything. Calm down first." I ran my palms over her back. I pulled away when I made sure she had calm down. I took a hold of her hand and lead us to my office couch. I fetch her some water from my office fridge. "Here. Drink."

She gulped it down in one go before dropping the glass cup on the center table. "I'm sorry for coming into your office unannounced. I was out of it for a minute." She apologized. I must say I was taken aback. I didn't expect her to show up and catch me pleasuring myself.

"Don't worry. Now tell me what is going on. Why were you crying?"

She casted her head down. "It's my school." She started.

I used my hand to lift up her face. "Look at me. What happened in your school?"

"A lecturer messed up with my test scores. I was being laughed at for getting low scores. And when I went to meet the lecturer, he said that was what I got. But uncle, I know what I wrote. It's not possible for me to fail." Her eyes welled up once again. I felt a surge of anger build up inside me.

"I trust you, Len."

"I had tried calling you but you were not picking up. I couldn't think of anything and came here straight. I'm sorry."

I remembered leaving my phone at the office while going for the stroll and I didn't even check it even after coming back.

"I’m sorry for that. I was quite busy. What is the name of the lecturer?"

"Mr. Philip Benson." I nodded my head and sat up towards my desk. I will make sure he won't ever think of messing around with what's mine. I dialed a number and placed it to my ears.

"What course does he take you Len?" I asked her. Her brows were creased together as she stared at me. "Uhm?" I raised a brow.

"Corporate Taxation." I waited for the man to pick up my eyes fixed on Lena. If only they know how it pains me to see her sad talk more of seeing her in tears.

"Hello, Mr-"

"I don't have time for that please. Shameless people you employ in your college. Phillip Benson, Corporate Taxation lecturer. Give him a query. And I'm meeting him tomorrow." I heard Lena gasped but I paid no attention. I ended the call without waiting for the man to answer me.

Lena was then walking towards me. "What did you do Uncle? Can you decide whether a staff stays or leave?" She asked her brows creasing.

My lips curved up. There are lots of things she doesn't know about and doesn’t need to. I rested my hand on her shoulder. "When you have money, there are things that are easy to take care of. I will make sure he regrets messing up with your scores." I promised. The man sure doesn't know what I was capable of doing.

"What will you do uncle?" Lena asked still confused. This time around, I used my hand to snake it around her waist and pulled her towards me. Her hand landing on my chest. "What exactly needed to be done, baby girl. No one messes up with what's mine." I said a smile dangling over my lips.