All Chapters of Spoiled By My Ex’s Uncle : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Come on," Xavier whispered in her ear as his fingers slipped into her shorts and parted her soaking folds. "Don't make this so easy for me." He was taunting her, doing these things on purpose when he knew how she would react to him. She arched her back slightly, but his hands did not stop their sweet torture, not like she wanted them to. At this point, she didn't care what he thought about her. She would gladly lose his stupid game if it meant she could finally get that release she had been craving ever since the air hostess interrupted them on their flight here. "Xavier," she moaned and shut her eyes tightly when one of his meandering fingers finally penetrated her core. His thumb remained firmly pressed on the lower part of her clit, rubbing ever so slightly as he added a second finger into her mound. "Yeah?" he breathed against her as he ran his tongue over the sensitive part of her neck. His right hand interchanged between breasts as he palmed each one at a time, paying close

"Is this how badly you wanted to stay back home?" Xavier asked Charlotte when they were in their first tour site- Buckingham palace. They were the only people there, besides the tour guides who were showing them the places and talking about the history of each room they entered. Charlotte kept rolling her eyes, and she looked like that was the last place she wanted to be. She kept yawning and didn't even try to feign being interested in what their guide was saying. Booking this place now seemed like such a wasted effort for Xavier."I told you I was tired," she said and crossed her arms over the other. His jaw tensed. “I apologize. I wrongly thought you would appreciate this place." "I don't care about the British and their history. I just didn't want to leave the house today," she whined, stating what her problem actually was. The two guides paused their tour and watched the couple argue, looking from Xavier to Charlotte and wondering what they were supposed to do. "I'm sorry,"

Xavier pushed past the woman and entered the emergency room even though he knew he wasn’t allowed in there yet. “How is she?” He asked aloud, and rushed to Charlotte’s side when he saw she was awake. “How do you feel?” He asked Charlotte, sitting beside her and holding her hands tenderly in his. “Alright,” she said with a weak voice. “Is she fit to be taken out of this hospital?” He asked the nurses who had remained silent since he barged into the room. “She’s fine, just a little weak, so yes she can be taken home now,” one of the nurses responded. “Okay,” he nodded and dialed a number on his phone. “I need you to come to Primerose Memorial hospital right now.” He held a hand over the receiver and asked the nurse, “Is there a back door that not many people know of that I can take her through?” The head nurse shook her head. “No there isn’t.” “There is,” the first nurse who came out to meet him said. The others glared at her. “It’s not accessible to patients or visitors!” “Do

They stood outside in the balcony in silence for a long while, each lost in their own thoughts. No words needed to be exchanged. Basking in the peace that simply being with him brought was enough. They watched the sun set and when she yawned, he suggested they go inside. Even though she didn’t feel remotely sleepy, she lay on the bed beside him and closed her eyes. She had no desire to operate her phone or even switch on the Tv. She didn’t want to come across any news station or article talking about her and Xavier. He adjusted her until she was lying on him, with her head on his chest and his hands over her neck. “Thanks for believing me,” he said after a while. “I was married to your nephew for the worst two years of my life. From him, I know what the rest of his family is like,” she said. “I would be a fool not to believe you.” He laughed, but it sounded strained. “I am also a part of his family.” “But they all hate you so that means you’re doing something right.” “I guess

“My father is not impressed that he’s the only one bringing in money for my wedding,” Valerie complained bitterly to her fiancé, Jonah. “Do you want people to laugh at me? They’re already saying I ended up with Charlotte’s sloppy seconds and now you can’t even afford the wedding you promised everyone would be a million times better than your uncle’s wedding.” “I’ll get the money,” Jonah assured her, holding back his hurt at her demeaning words. “My mother has gotten Xavier’s attention. It’s only a matter of time before he responds and pays us to stop speaking about the case.” Valerie stared at her husband in disgust. This was beyond embarrassing. Her soon-to-be husband had no money of his own, refused to get a job and was proud to admit that his hopeful source of income would come from slandering his uncle and being paid to shut up. How did her life go downhill like this? Her father, Sir White berated her everyday for ending up with the loser Roman. He had constantly pushed for he