Forbidden Affair With My Uncle

Chapter 8

Lena

"Do you think Mr. Phillip will be fired?" I asked Anita as I paced around the school yard. My uncle was having a meeting with the school board. I had asked him what he'd do, yet the only thing he said to me was that I shouldn't worry. That he would get justice for me, but I couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy for Mr. Phillip. I know I performed well in his test. So, something was definitely fishy with him giving me the low scores.

"Can you at least take a seat first?" Anita said, pulling me down to sit on the bench.

She turned me to face her. "Look, relax. First of all, whatever happens to Mr. Phillip, he's the cause of it. And then again, I know he won't be fired because of something like this. But babe, I'm still shocked at the way your uncle is taking this so seriously."

Well, I was also surprised when he made the phone call yesterday. I only wanted comfort, which was why I went to his office. But I didn't expect that to turn into something big. When he said no one messes up with what's his, I felt it. I felt the familiar weakness in my legs when he snaked his hand around my waist and stared into my eyes.

"Hello there," Anita waved her hand over my face, snapping me out of my trance. "What are you thinking about?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing. How long is the meeting going to last? They've been there for more than thirty minutes," I said, glancing at my phone. I didn't finish releasing my breath when my phone chimed with a text from him.

Where are you?

"Is it your uncle?" Anita asked, peeking at my phone. I sat up, dusting my behind with my hand. "Yes. They're done, I guess."

Anita's lips suddenly curved up, and she raised a brow. "What?" I threw.

She sat up too and folded her arms across her chest. "Well... your uncle is so sweet. Going to that length all for you. I thought he was a busy man and doesn't always have time." I rolled my eyes in return.

"That's why he's my uncle. Anyways, I'm off," I said with an eye roll again, walking away. Anita caught up to me. "Wait for me. Let's go together."

We didn't get to reach the school authority entrance when we bumped into our class drama queen and her squad. "The almighty Lena Eric is here," Kylie said bitterly.

I wanted to answer them, but Anita held me back, shaking her head. "Let them be." They've always been the troublemakers in the class. When exams comes, they copy from their mates and still end up getting low grades.

"You shouldn't waste your time and energy on brainless girls like them," Anita said as we neared the entrance.

"I will surely teach them a lesson soon. They always try to get on my nerves," I answered, a surge of anger igniting inside me.

"You-"

"Lena." My uncle's voice resonated, stopping Anita from completing her statement.

"Uncle," I said as we met each other's gaze. Anita cleared her throat beside me. "Hello, Sir," she said, nudging me on the arm. "Introduce me to him." She mouthed.

"Oh, Hello."

"She's Anita. My friend. Anita, my uncle." I introduced.

Anita grinned, and the urge to smack her in the head grew inside me. "Nice meeting you, Sir," she said.

"Nice meeting you too, Anita." His eyes then shifted to me. "Shall we?" My brows raised at his question. Where to exactly?

"Um... Where to?" I cracked out.

"Home, of course. I'm taking you home. You're not staying for any class today." I didn't know if it was my deep thinking, but his tone carried authority in it.

Anita and I exchanged looks. "Yeah, you should definitely go home after everything that had happened. You need the rest," she said.

Before I could react or reply to her, she was already pushing me away. "Don't worry. I will cover up for you." She grinned. Uncle was already walking down the entrance stairs.

"Your uncle is damn hot in person. I can see why you're crushing on him." Anita whispered in my ears, and I got to carry out what I wanted to do to her since. I smacked her on the arm. "Get lost."

"See you tomorrow, babe." I shook my head before walking away. Uncle was already inside his car.

"What happened at the board meeting?" I asked immediately I hopped inside the car. And he smiled. Like his lips curved up into a smile. "I hope Mr. Phillip wasn't fired because that will put me in trouble."

"Why?" He asked. Oh, now he's answering me.

"Of course, because this isn't something big for him to lose his job for." I explained using my hand as a gesture of explanation.

He smiled again, and for a moment, it made me annoyed. I needed answers, but he wasn't giving any. My breathing hitched when he began leaning his face over. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. His eyes distracted my sense of thinking. "Wear your seat belt." He said, pulling it over me and jerked back.

I gulped down my saliva. His cologne invaded my brain and lingered in my nose. He roared the engine to life and drove away. Silence was maintained as he drove us back home. Questions swirled in my head. "He wasn't fired." My head snapped towards him.

"What happened to him then? What action did the school authority take then?" I bombarded all at once.

"Calm down, Len. You're worried when you're the victim here," he said, placing his hand atop mine that was resting on my thigh. Heat immediately build up on my core.

"What he did was intentional. He gave you the low scores because he was paid to. But don't worry, I have given them a warning not to ever try to do that again to you. Not only him, but the whole lecturers of your department. So, calm down. No one will try anything with my baby girl again."

The way he said the last word made me almost grab his hand and slide it inside my jeans. But before I could fulfill those thoughts, he withdrew his hand away and continued driving. "I'm starving. Let's stop by and have lunch," he said, pressing on more speed.

We stopped by an expensive restaurant where my stomach shamelessly made a sound at the sight of the mouthwatering dishes. Uncle didn't eat much as he was busy taking calls and getting frustrated at whoever he was talking to on the phone. In the end, we left with only me clearing everything I ordered. He ate little to nothing.

When we arrived home, Martha hadn't cooked dinner, which had me wondering whether his hunger was a pretense. I brushed off the thought without dwelling much on it. We retired back to our respective rooms.

I freshened up and changed into a new set of outfits. Just when I crashed on the bed with my laptop to binge-watch a movie, Anita's call came in. "Missing me already?" I said while logging into Netflix.

"Oh, come on. You're not my boyfriend." I could picture her rolling her eyes.

"Do you even have one? Oh, I have forgotten your crush on Ian," I said, chuckling on the accord.

Her hiss followed. "Not after what he did."

"What do you mean? What did he do?"

"You mean your uncle didn't tell you why Mr. Phillip gave you the low scores?" She asked. I moved the laptop from my laps and adjusted my sitting position. Uncle did tell me Mr. Phillip gave me low scores because he was paid to.

"Tell me," I demanded.

"I heard Ian paid him to give you low scores so your CGPA will drop."

"What!" I didn't know when I sat up. "Why would he do that?"

Why didn't uncle tell me the truth?

"It's pretty obvious, Lena. Anyways, I heard the school authority didn't want the news to get out, but it did. Wait... your uncle didn't tell you?" I ended the call without answering her.

How could he hide it from me? I stormed out of the room, anger rising inside me. "Un-"

"f**k!"

My eyes widened as my gaze shifted from him back to his big shaft in his hand. My brain urged me to turn around and leave, but my legs didn't do as much as move an inch. We met each other's gaze, and for the life of me, what I felt at that moment was desire coursing through my whole body. I found my hand closing the door behind me, and I began making my way towards him. Our eyes didn't waver on one another. I stopped in front of him, my heart racing loudly inside my chest. "Len-"

"Can I?" I muffled out enough for him to hear as my eyes shifted down to his shaft and took in the size of the hard member. I swallowed down my saliva. How would it feel to have my hands wrapped around it? To feel the weight of it on my hands. He didn't reply to my question, which gave me the cue to implement what I wanted to. I slowly stretched my hand and took a hold of it while moving my eyes to meet his. "f**k!" He emitted out.