All Chapters of Seducing My Ex Boyfriends’ Uncle: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

~JESSICA~“At least now I’m able to cup them; it’s like they were made for my hand,” he commented before he made his first thrust with so much pressure that I felt it in my womb—not my womb, but it was deep in me. I held the bed sheets for support, and my fingernails dug inside the sheets out of both pleasure and pain. His pace was faster than usual, his hands running through my body nonstop as if he couldn’t get enough of me. I kept moaning, not able to hold them in until his pace slowed. He bent a little, reaching my lips, and I thought he was about to cum only for him to slowly thrust, which felt much more pleasurable than before. “Hmm,” I bit my lip to stop a moan as I was not able to explain what my body felt at this moment—I've never felt this before. He kept going, his hands exploring my body as his lips were against mine, our eyes locked. “I love you,” he said, his voice carrying so much love. I didn’t respond, so he repeated himself, “I love you so much, Jessica. I don’t kn

~JESSICA~Clinton was left outside while the doctor examined me; he had given me a shot, so the pain was bearable now.“You’re pregnant?” The doctor, sounding like a question, told me.“Yes.”“And your pregnancy is a rare, risky one. I’m amazed at how this even happened,” the doctor said.“Yes, I’m aware, doctor. What was I doing wrong? Is my baby okay? What was that pain?” I panicked.“Yes, your baby is perfectly fine. The pain was due to you not taking your medication,” he assured, and I felt some sense of relief. “Otherwise, there’s nothing much for me to do except ask your husband to take good care of you.”“No! I mean, don’t tell my husband I’m pregnant. It’s for personal reasons; just make up anything; yes, I’ve been under stress lately; you can make up that excuse,” I told him, and he shook his head.“I can’t keep that from your husband; it’s not professional.”“It is if you’re keeping your patient's privacy,” I corrected him, and the door opened.“I can’t wait out any longer; w

~JESSICA~I was not going to cry; I brought this upon myself. I got up, wiped my tears away, and quickly searched for my phone. I started dialling Clinton’s number, but it went straight to voicemail.I kept trying, pacing around in the living room, my eyes fixed on the door, and suddenly it opened—my husband walked in.His eyes were red, but he wasn’t gone for long, so I wondered why he was back so early. I was expecting him to go and drink or have a lap dance, as that’s what he always does in such situations.I didn’t dare take a step towards him; he walked towards me with his phone still ringing in his pockets. I panicked. Was he going to finally kill me, maybe?“I’m sorry, I was just trying to protect my child.” I couldn’t form words, so I closed my eyes in fear as he reached my side, but his next move surprised me; instead of killing me like I thought, his big hand landed on my cheeks, wiping away my tears.“I understand,” he said and hugged me. I was still frozen, not understand

~JESSICA~They kept kissing each other without needing to catch their breaths; I couldn’t watch any longer, so I rolled my wheelchair and headed back to my room, although it wasn’t easy as I hadn’t fully recovered.“Mrs. Clinton, I was waiting for you,” a woman dressed in her nursing uniform said as I pushed the door open. She ran to assist me immediately.“Are you alright?” she asked, spotting the tears in my eyes."Yes, I’m fine; something entered my eye.” I lied awkwardly, blinking away tears, but the nurse suspiciously looked at me; she wasn’t easy to fool.“Is it your husband?” She insisted.“No, why were you looking for me?” I changed the topic.“Oh yes, I came to check if the milk came, may I?” She asked, trying to reach for my hospital gown so she could have full access."Yes, sure,” I said, not really interested as I moved my hands out of the way.My mind was on Clinton—what was going on, and most importantly, who was that lady? “I told you it would come,” she snapped me out

~JESSICA~“She came to visit, and since she’s the mother of Kiara, I couldn’t let her spend her time in a hotel when we have plenty of unused rooms,” Clinton said, and I felt my heart jump off my chest.“What a cute baby; he looks exactly like you, Clint,” she said. “Hi baby, you look exactly like your dad; you’re his copy; oh, look at you,” she said, taking Journey from Clinton’s arms. Surprisingly, Journey wasn’t fearful at all; he instead smiled at her as she played with him. “Oh my, he even has your smile,” she commented as she made her way inside, passing between us.Clinton didn’t comment or say anything; instead, he took Sophia’s suitcase and walked in—unbelievable.Sophia was playing with Journey as if she were her own son; she was good with kids. As I saw Journey smile nonstop, he never liked strangers, not even my own friend Loren; he would cry nonstop, so it shocked me that he was okay.I walked to the bedroom with my eyes fixed on Sophia and my son since Clinton had taken S