All Chapters of A Secret Crush On My Step-Uncle: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Damien's POV. "Natalie can't be dead," the woman cried after I told her everything that transpired."She was like a daughter to me, oh that poor child," She cried harder, taking her hand to her chest and slowly slumping to the floor.Although I never had the chance to know my daughter well, I was still hurt by her death. I never got a chance to talk to her, know her favorite color, or even celebrate a single birthday with her.My heart shattered all over again when I recalled how she lay lifelessly in the arms of her mother and the most heart-wrenching part of the situation was the fact that I couldn't do anything to save her.I came too late. I should have blackmailed my father sooner, he might have left me alone and I might have had a chance to rescue her and Elise from pain.As these thoughts ran through my mind, tears stung my eyes. I quickly blinked away my tears and darted my eyes to the doorway where Elise entered."She said she wanted to drink water, why was she spending so m

Damien's POV. I knew my competition was back and he sounded more confident than before, however, his sudden change of demeanor couldn't intimidate me. I, Damien Sinclair, wasn't someone to be easily daunted."I'd like to see you try but you will end up six feet under the ground," I whispered and curled my lips into a smirk.I could feel his tension, but his next words revealed a significant change in Roman."You stole my lines, Damien." Roman let out a chuckle and stepped away from me.He gave my hand a strong squeeze that was almost bone-crushing. The pain was sudden and sharp, but I remained composed.He released my hand and faced Elise with a smile on his lips. "I want to give my condolences for what happened to your beautiful child. I was so busy months ago that I never had any time for social media. I'm sorry for not being here for you," "You weren't needed," I interjected, wearing a smirk on my lips. "I was there for her, throughout the times that she needed me. We were great

Elise's POV."Do it again," I urged, panting softly.That spank sent sparks of pleasure through my body, leaving this lingering heat in my pussy. I wanted to feel it again. "With all due pleasure," He smirked and gave me another spank on my wetness.Fuck! I had never felt so aroused in my life. I could feel my clit swelling and it throbbed when he gave me the third spank. The fourth spank came and I couldn't take it anymore.I wanted him to make love to me, this wasn't the most romantic or appropriate place, but I didn't care. I wanted his cock in me, I wanted it now."Damien, fuck me..." I whimpered. "Please, I beg you," I pleaded like a needy slut. "Not yet," He whispered, taking his index finger into my pussyhole. I moaned softly as his finger slowly thrust into me. He began rotating his finger in me, but he was going anticlockwise. "Ahh," I moaned, squirming my hips with each rotation.He stopped twirling his finger in my core and pulled it out. He began stroking from my pink

Elise's POV. This research had to be wrong, Damien would never fall in love with someone else, not after everything we've been through. If he loved her that much then he would have mentioned her name before or never pursued me the way he did. But could there be a possibility that he never mentioned her name because he was afraid of getting hurt by the memories of their love? Was their breakup so messy and hurtful that he decided to omit her from his memories?"Princess, what did you want to tell me?" I heard Damien's voice and snapped out of my thoughts. I looked at him and asked, "Why do you care about me now?" "What do you mean by that?" He asked, giving me a confused look. "Did I do something wrong?" "You are doing everything wrong these days!" I couldn't help but raise my voice and keep my phone aside. "I'm trying so hard to understand what's so special about your conversation with her that you've refused to pay me the slightest attention," "Elise, what are you talking abou

Damien's POV. "Mercedes," I gasped. I was so stunned to see her here, I hadn't noticed her on the plane. How could we be in the same place at the same time? Was this a mere coincidence or had she followed me?"What are you doing here?" I gasped.She stepped closer, smiling, "I came to see a therapist like you had advised. A friend in California recommended one to me, and speaking highly of her competence, I decided to come,""The therapist is here in Paris?""Yeah," she confirmed and gave me another smile. "I know the distance is crazy since there are so many therapists back in California or New York where I have been staying for the past few years, but my friend spoke highly of the therapist and I can afford it. Plus, Paris is beautiful it would've hurt to have fun while caring for my mental health,""You don't have to explain anything to me, I'm sorry for prying," I apologized."What are you doing here?" She asked, curiously looking at me."I came here for an important meeting wit