After My Boyfriend Cheated, I Married His UncleChapter 3

In the bar, my best friend had a male model on each arm, having a blast drinking the drinks they handed her.

I just focused on my drink and didn't say a word to her invites.

Then a middle-aged guy with sleeve tattoos came over.

“Have a drink,” he put a glass of wine in front of me, not taking no for an answer.

The amber liquid sloshed a bit, spilling on my chest.

His gaze became even more lewd.

Sensing danger, I tried to leave, but he grabbed my arm.

“Trying to run? Dream on.”

I struggled to free myself, "Let go, or I'll call the cops."

“Call the cops?” He laughed like he'd heard the funniest joke, louder than the blaring music, "Do you know who I am? Go ask around about Tom Brown and see if anyone dares to mess with me."

A man suddenly appeared between us.

His chiseled features and deep-set eyes made him look particularly manly.

He looked familiar.

He pried the man's hand off me with a smile, "She's my girlfriend, don't mess with her."

I remembered then—

He was Jack Jackson, James's uncle.

He didn't get along with his family and only showed up during holidays. I'd only seen him a few times, so I didn't recognize him at first.

The middle-aged man tried to grab me again, but Jack threw him over his shoulder.

The man got up, cursing, "You're dead! How dare you mess with me? I'll kill you!"

They started fighting.

Jack had him pinned down, the guy didn't stand a chance.

After throwing him to the ground, Jack walked over to me with a grin, "They say a dragon shouldn't crush a snake on its turf. For you, I just did. How are you gonna repay me?"

The man took the chance to pull a stick from under the bar counter and swung it at Jack.

"Watch out!"

I pushed him away and took the hit myself.

He turned around, shielding me, and quickly disarmed the guy.

With one hit, he knocked the man out.

My best friend came over and gasped, wide-eyed.

"Hey, this guy's hot. Go for him."

"Don't be silly, he's James's uncle."

She knocked on my head, "So what? If it were me, I'd totally go for it. Imagine James calling you aunt, how cool is that?"

Honestly, it did sound pretty awesome.

Jack took me out of the bar and drove me to my new apartment.

In the car, I reached for the seatbelt and suddenly remembered my friend's words, "Imagine James calling you aunt."

I glanced at Jack.

He looked back at me with a smile, "I did save you, aren't you gonna invite me up for some coffee?"

He leaned in, his nose almost touching my face. I held my breath.

But he just unbuckled my seatbelt and pulled back.

His suggestion was clear, and I could've said no, but I nodded.

Even I didn't know why, maybe it was his heroics that swayed me.

In the elevator, he kissed me.

Sparks flew, he was relentless, going on a base after another with me.

I clung to his clothes, melting into his arms like a paddle of water.

He pulled back, serious, "You can still say no."

There was no turning back now.

Besides, he was way more attractive than James.

With that thought, I kissed him back.

"No regrets?"

"Regret is for losers."

After the kiss, he nuzzled my cheek with his nose.

I noticed the camera above, feeling shy, "There's a camera."

He shielded me, pushing me into the corner out of the camera's view.

Then he started exploring me without hesitation.

I moaned under his touch.

His kisses grew hotter.

The elevator reached the 31st floor, and as he opened the door, he said,

"Hope you can keep up."