All Chapters of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

22LUCAS’ POV.“Wait… You need to breathe. You need to calm down.” I said, dropping my notepad, on which I had been jotting down new tech ideas.She plastered a hand against the window with wide eyes, trying to breathe.“No… no, please take me off. I can’t stay here, I’m going to start screaming. I’m going to. I can’t… I can’t breathe.” She said, looking around frantically.I went to her immediately, and pulled off her jacket, which was heavy, and could contribute to her feelings of suffocation.“Wait a sec. Wait…”She tapped my shoulders, trying to get to her feet, but I stopped her.Tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn’t even speak. She kept on trying hard to breathe, and it seemed to be getting harder, and more intense.Her mouth stayed open, in an attempt to let air in, and I got really scared. We were high in the sky, and I had no idea on how to calm her down because I knew people didn’t get down from Ferris wheels on ropes.“Breathe, please, breathe…” I said, getting more

24LUCAS’ POVI stared at Stephanie speechlessly, and immediately bent to her, trying to see if she was still breathing.“Damn.” I muttered, realizing she wasn’t breathing, and lifted her into my arms. She was quite heavy for a woman, and I had to grunt to adjust her properly in my arms.Then, I placed her back into the car, and got in, trying to drive to the nearest hospital. I didn’t know if she had a medical condition, but if anything happened to her, I could easily be blamed, and apart from being blamed, I’d feel terribly guilty.I hated being around victims. Somehow, my mind always found a way to blame me for their condition. Crazy, isn’t it?Damn…There seemed to be traffic on the road, and I kept glancing back at her, to ensure she didn’t fall off or stop breathing.No matter how I disliked her, I didn’t wish for her death. This was the second time she was showing signs of being a weakling—something I hated in women.They all thought they had to be weak to be perfectly feminine

26LUCAS’ POV.I decided to wait, and listen to whatever it was that Stephanie had to say. She finally got to me, and laid her hands on her knees, panting.She looked as if she had chased after me immediately I left. She was in an apricot satin shirt, and shorts. The design made me aware it was her nightclothes. Then, she wore a long red coat over it.Finally, she raised her head, and looked at me, still breathing hard. Her eyes shone with tears.“I’m sorry. Okay?” She swallowed. “I’m truly sorry. I admit I was cheap, brazen, and… disgusting, but… I don’t know. I just… I’m really sorry.” She said, still breathing hard, and her tears became larger bubbles in her eyes.I had to admit I was taken aback. Was she really apologizing?“I took some time to reflect on myself, and discovered the reason for my short-term relationships. Maybe I needed someone like you to tell me the harsh truth. No…nobody bothered to tell me, you know. It hurts to hear it from someone I really like, but perhaps i

EMILY’S POVSeeing how I broke into uncontrollable tears over something that ought to have caused me to simply bite my lip, and grunt in anger; I finally realized how much I was hurting.I had been telling myself I was fine, and had pushed down my hurt by trying to encourage myself.I wasn’t fine. No, not at all. I was hurt, and broken in the worst way. John had gotten to me after all. Everything about my life sucked. I just wanted to wake up, and realize it had all just been a horrible nightmare.My tears streamed down my face hotly, and it seemed like they emitted steam that heated my whole face.The maids looked puzzled, as they tried to console me.They were probably wondering why I was crying so hard over papers.I want to go home, I wish to leave. Damn, I hate John! I hate everything! Aaaah! Why’s my life so messed up? Three years is a long hell of a time. Three good years living with such an idiot, I couldn’t keep the words blasting from all corners of my mind.Would I ever be

30LUCAS’ POVImmediately the call ended, I sprang to my feet, and left the hotel room. I needed to know if Tray was fine. What could have happened? What could have made him sound so scared?I took a cab, and made the long journey to Tray. All the way to his house, my heart thrummed in fear. What exactly could have happened? I dialed his number several times, but it was switched off.“Can you please go faster?” I asked, and the driver nodded, increasing his speed.When I got to Tray’s house, I ran in, pushing the door, which was open, and burst into his living room which was dark.“Tray!” I called, and suddenly, the light came on, and I was doused in cold liquid.Screams and applause rose, and more champagne bottles popped in my direction.Tray came to me, and wrapped me in his arms, laughing. I was still dumbstruck. What was happening? What were they doing?My employees were everywhere, bringing dishes of food, and cups for drinks.“It’s a party for getting the contract that every bu